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Date Posted: 13:39:20 08/25/01 Sat
Author: Cyphon
Subject: He put down his drink and tried not to grin
In reply to: Othello 's message, "Rapport walked in, and took a look around. Then spotted his table" on 20:59:57 08/22/01 Wed

The Jatarian sitting at the bar had noted the eclectic group when they came in, and had moved to a booth adjacent to their table taking his glowing drink with a bizarrely coloured umbrella in it. He noticed a few others subtly changing their seats as well, and growled.

"This dive's been a great hang-out, but security's so tight since the WR@ thing! Getting so a soul can't even cough wrong without picking up a tail!" he thought somberly, feeling sober for the first time since the Lunarstrike affair, "Maybe I should've gotten out while I could, instead of taking off my mask and goin' back to the bar. But I been drownin' my sorrows here, ever since....the occurence. Maybe it's time...time to go out and get to know this SPUniverse."

Cyphon stood shakily, and stumbled over to the table. Be it facade or truth, his speech was much more slurred and disjointed than his thoughts.

"Shorry folksh, but I couldn't hep overhearing!" said the strange greenish-orange leathery alien with the rocket-pack and oxygen mask askew, "Mind if I joinsh ya?"

He pulled up a chair joining the Maximal, Predacon, Decepticon, Autobot, and the Pretender(whichever faction he hailed from). His webbed-together fingers gripped his glass with suction-cup like indentations and, though organic, he was taller than Othello and Sitis and almost as tall as Iago, Rapport and Thranx.

"Shounds like your off onna 'venture....well I been lookin' to get out of thish plash...a whall back some 'bot came lookin' to recruit to fight Gara--graba--somethin' cron. I almosht went..almosht. BUt then his shtory starting soundin' bogush and folks started leavin' an' I went back to my drink...dunno why if there was a threat he wouldn't have tried to reach authoritiesh and not barfliesh, but that's not here nor there.

Name'sh Cyphon by the way, and whatever you're stealin' makesh no mind...you got a ship and an adventure, and I'm in. Anything to get outta thish oppreshive plash."


It was a gamble, but as Cyphon's eyes darted back and forth, he knew it was a safe bet...

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