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[TurboDwarf]

C

[Haspen]

"We could talk if you have a topic."

"HURR." Kus leans away for a moment.

"WHAT YOU HAVE DONE DURING WAR." He takes few breaths in before continuing. "CIVILIAN OR MILITARY?"

A) "Neither."
B) "I would rather not talk about it."
C) "Slave labor for those that I was born and raised for."
D) "Military."
E) "Civilian."

[Kashyyk]

D - We've touched on this before with other Patrons

[brewer bob]

D

[Haspen]

"Military."

"AHA WHO WASN'T." He smiles. "I WAS IN PLANETARY TROOPS. AND YOU?"

"I was in... weapons manufacture and station security." You get a minor headache.

"THE REARGUARD. SEEN LOTS OF ACTION."

"I did, I was involved in defense action against Centaurians."

"FASCIST PRICKS ALL OF THEM." Kus takes few deep breaths. "KILL A LOT OF THEM I HOPE."

"For sure."

"GOOD JOB SOLDIER. CIVILIANS DEPEND ON US." Another pause for air intake. "NOW THE WAR IS OVER. TAKING ON A QUIET JOB."

"More like I was desperate for anything that will get me food and shelter."

"VETERAN APPLICATION REJECTED I GUESS."

"I never applied, I don't think it works for former drones."

"AHA. YOU'RE A FORMER DRONE. YOU POOR SCHMUCKS." The voice box crackles, and Kus takes another third of his drink, spilling some down his chin and chest. "HOPEFULLY YOU WILL FIND YOUR PLACE."

A) Nod along.
B) "How did it go for you, the planetary troops I mean?"
C) "I reckon the scars and mutilations are your souvenirs from the war?"

[brewer bob]

B

[crazyabe]

B.

[Haspen]

"How did it go for you, the planetary troops I mean?"

"ELEVEN YEARS IN MADAGASCAR GUARD." He leans away for a brief while.

"EIGHT YEARS IN CURSA FIVE MILITIA BEFORE THAT. TOTALING HALF MY LIFE IN THE MILITARY." Kus pauses to catch a breath. "WE MOSTLY FOUGHT THE CORPO FORCES. THEY WOULD OFTEN RAID FOR SLAVES AND SUPPLIES." Another brief pause. "I WOULD WANT TO SAY WE WERE ALWAYS VICTORIOUS." Another inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale: "BUT WE OBVIOUSLY WEREN'T AND MANY DIED." He exhales, inhales, then lifts the glass and drinks the remainder of the Space Dragon in one go.

He sets down the glass.

"MY ONLY REGRET I WASN'T ABLE TO KILL MORE OF THE CORPORATE ASSHOLES." He smacks the edge of the bar counter, breathing heavily. The voice box crackles, picking up the motions of his throat along his voice chords.

A) "Any particular battle or engagement you remember?"
B) "I reckon the scars and mutilations are your souvenirs from the war?"
C) Nod along.
D) "Want Space Dragon, perhaps?"

[crazyabe]

C.

[Kashyyk]

D

[EuchreJack]

D

[brewer bob]

A

[Haspen]

"Want Space Dragon, perhaps?" Kus looks into his glass, and grins.

"ITS NOT LIKE I CAN TASTE IT ANYHOW. YES POUR ME ANOTHER." He gets short-breathed for a moment, handing the glass to you. You flip it into the washing machine and grab a clean glass, pouring in familiar synthols to produce a familiar mix with familiar color and familiar scent.

When you pass the glass towards Kus, the hulking soldier shows his credchip for you to scan. (+87c)

Today Earnings: 1694c
Monthly Earnings: 7831.5c

He brings it to his lips.

"BUT THAT WILL BE THE LAST ONE." The man comments, chugging down a third of it. Somehow this time he manages to not spi-- oh there goes a droplet-- two droplets down his chin.

"GOOD STUFF." Kus grins, setting the glass down. He seems happy.

A) "You can't taste it?"
B) "Any particular battle or engagement you remember?"
C) "I reckon the scars and mutilations are your souvenirs from the war?"

[brewer bob]

A

[crazyabe]

A.