*Laughs*

d*amn right about that.

*Lights a smoke and smiles ear to ear*

*Takes a sip on his bear and starts to blow smalls rings of smoke*

Soooooooo Malka.. you're bored.. i'm abit bored.. waiting for my ship to get a mission.. we could help eachother to pass time yanno.

*grins*

*after 10 seconds of evil looks and grins, he stops and takes out a deck of cards*

Poker?

*Stops humming, and looks at the bartender wich seems to be doing something very important. He picks up his tricoder and tries to figure out what*

-Hm, I didn't know bartenders did nano-mecanics.. wait.. you might wanna add 1 more electrino to that .. or, wait NO! .. *phue* not that one.. the other one.. yes.. that one.. let's make a new drink, not an photonbomb...

It's mu =1.66057 ?  10? where 27 W ± ó = 23ëi, NOT vice versa.

*Enters and walks up to the bar*

Miss Malka *nods* bring me the 'long island icetea' of atleast 3 worlds.

I've enlisted onna ship, and it might take awhile until I sit comfortably at a bar again..

And.. a pack of cigaretts, no filters.

*Finishes his beer*

Can I have another one?
And.. 10 cl of Groenstedt's XO cognac, oldest one ya got.
And.. a cigarr if ya got..

*A hollogram of Captain Gunnar appears at the bar. With it's perception feedback, and a forcefeeld, it is able to bring Gunnar his order at the FIS Blackfire*

I'd like an icecold beer, and a bottle of cognac, 'Grondstedt's XO, 25 years', to go.

*Says the hollogram, and grins*

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Quote: from gunnar on 4:58 am on Dec. 27, 2002 *Enters and walks up to the bar* Miss Malka *nods* bring me the 'long island icetea' of atleast 3 worlds. I've enlisted onna ship, and it might take awhile until I sit comfortably at a bar again.. And.. a pack of cigaretts, no filters.

This might be a bad time to bring it up.. but.. 4 hours ago I ordered some stuff.
I'm having a hard time entertaining myself more, without any alcoholic substances.

*Turns to the two FSS chiefs*
Glad you could make it Jack and Zach!

*Seems to be checking his pockets, he then looks up again*
Anyone of you gentlemen that smokes? Not those Klingon ones though..

*Looks at Angel, then looks at Malka, who still seems to be doing something very important*

I am VERY glad you could make it too Angel!

*Turns back, facing the bar, humming an ancient earth song, while his eyes once again turn towards his PADD*

"..du gamla du fria..*hum hum* fjällhöga nord..*hum*"

*Tapps acouple of times on his PADD, watching  simulations of diffrent spaceship evation-techniques..

Then he picks up an old fashion earth lighter and puts it on the bar-desk.. like his Polarised Disruption Phaser, it bears the Federation Secret Service sign.

He picks up the lighter and starts flipping the lid of the lighter on and off.. on and off..*

*Looks down in the floor for a second, then up, into the eyes of the FSS Chief*

Sir?

*He tapps some more on his PADD.  Suddenly he throw himself off the chair and makes a flipp into the middle of the bar*

Activate hollographic room distortion!

*The bar-desk and walls seems to be melting down on the floor, Gunnar grins at the bartender as he aswell melts down in a puddle of liquid metal.. leaving the bartender all alone in the new dark room, without any walls, roof or anything else. A voice sounds.*

Deactivate hollographic room distortion!

*The room slowly returns to normal and Gunnar is back on his chair.*

Sorry, just had to test this.. thing. Please don't tell anyone.. or I'll probably have to kill you.

*Goes thru various types of blade weapons on his PADD. Suddenly Captain Gunnar stands up and makes a strange and very violent 'slice-move' thru the air..!

He then returns to his seat and PADD..
*mumbles*"bat'leth, Mekleth, d'k tahg..." *mumbles**

-How about those poisons bartender Malka?

Director Mannion. I was off reporting for duty, as you requested. I didnt see anyone there, so I took a wild chance, guessing you might be here. I hope I didnt break to many FSS regulations by doing so.

Even if I might suspect I'm on very thin ice..

*looks at the bartender, who, with the old 'cut-a-throat-hand-movement' signals that she agrees*

I'll keep talking. I'm like to be on top of thing. I feel more at ease, looking for someone, than someone looking for me, sir. I hope I still can enlist with the FSS Division, working under your command.

Yes ofcourse Malka. *smiles*

*Walks out the door, heading for the FSS Blackfire.*

(Edited by gunnar at 6:13 pm on Jan. 9, 2003)

*Puts away his tricoder and starts to tapp on his PADD. Suddenly he stops, and  frowns. He inserts a black little compact cartride into the PADD and speaks*

Hrm.. override, security code: array 5-3#52 vector alpha TAC-3512#

That's more like it.

*An evil grin speads over his face*

(Edited by gunnar at 10:13 pm on Dec. 29, 2002)