Legion World Forums LEGION OUTPOST Mission Monitor Board Cobie's - Midnight Exclusive Lounge

Well, old friend, its not my fault, I said I wanted 'some more' and she thought I said 'smores'.

It sounds like your next diplomatic mission should be somewhere nicer. I know Crujeckie and I were thinking the denizens of Summerworld could use some Legion World goodwill. And Ventura's Governer could always use a visit.

<motions for another two IPAs>

I guess that description of the last planet you visited is drying up my throat a bit too...

Oh no, Last time you sent me to Ventura I hiccuped and my Faraway powers kicked in just as the Govenor was about to win big on the roulette wheel, We never did find out just how far that little white ball went did we. I dont know why he got so worked up, it was only 30,000 credits. Well that and his clothes.

Two more IPA's my man. Then Cobalt I want you to share a Hendricks gin with me before I'm off to bed.

<2 hours later, Cobalt empties the third bottle of Hendricks gin>

Well the place is hopping--evidently when you come around Far, Legion World knows I loosen up and chances of gettin' in increase ten-fold!

Let's see if I can get the attention of one of the Hostesses without waiving a 20 credit note.


Truth and Justice shall Prevail!
(Never know till I try...)

*looks around, smoking cigar*

Just what I need! I open an establishment on Legion World that no one seems to want to go to, and this this infamous cad open up a joint where everyone flocks to--and it has gambling too!

Bah!

Might as well see the cigar selection though...

Sniff... Tobacco Smoke? Out here?


Truth and Justice shall Prevail!
(The smoking room has special filters installed to make the cigars safe.)

<enters for a second time in one night>

Much better! One of you redshirt boys go grab me a drink and you, the pretty one, you stick by me and laugh at my jokes. We'll draw out this assailant sooner or later but only by letting our guards down and doing as much gambling and drinking as possible.

I want to meet this Cobalt Kid character again and size him up! See if he's really a competitor or if he's just a bored socialite looking to get his rocks off. If it's the latter, I could always use a business partner.

*cleaning glass with towel*

What can I get you to drink? I'm the bartender here--don't mind my other head, he's just here for stupid commentary!

Bah! Don't listen to this bozo! All he does is clean glasses with towels! I'm the one who pours the drinks!

See! I told you he was an idiot!

<rolls eye>

It's going to be one those nights, eh? Surrounded by idiots and deadbeats!

<looks around>

Ah, there's one.

The universal symbol of class - the Wheel of Fortune slot machine.

<sits down at machine, pulls out an enormous bag of nickels, and begins to play.>

Enjoying yourself Miner? If you get an inkling for a three'fer for old times sake, they'll be on the house.

<greets some others as strolls through the Lounge, making his way to the bar>

Double-Header...I hope you're being, er, how should I say this...professional. (But I doubt it; how'd I let Eryk and Lash talk me into hiring these guy(s)?)

Ah, the Governor of Ventura! To what do I owe the pleasure? Decided to take a step up in the world from the lowly casino to somewhere a bit more on the exclusive side?

<holds up hand>

Before you ask, I'd rather not discuss business with you. Not now at least. There are a few things I've been dying to ask you. About certain common...acquaintances...we may have.

<watches Gruertis carefully until satisfied with reaction>

Have a good night.

Hey, Cobie, I've been looking for you.

Got a minute for your old partner?

Anytime.

<motions for two drinks to be brought over, knowing Ranger's tastes already>

What can I do for you?

Look, you know what happened to Pagan.

Abin always thought she was using her magic to get the cigarettes she smoked. Turns out she wasn't. Someone is bringing old earth style cigarettes into Legion World. The nasty shit, full of tar, nicotine, and loaded with additives to make them both more addicting and more deadly.

We need to find this person before Abin does.

I don't want to have to bring my brother in on a murder charge.

<thinks on it>

Damn. I always thought Pagan used magical ones myself.

I had been investigating the ancient cigarette ring on and off for years but with no luck. It's actually only until very recently that something has come to my attention that might finally shed some light on it. Cigarettes might just be the tip of the iceberg if my suspicions are right.

And your pal, the Governor of Ventura, isn't telling you everything you need to know. Whoever is trafficking cigarettes into Legion World is trafficking something else.

And it ties directly into what I've been working on.

<finishes drink>

You didn't actually think I'd stopped working on certain things did you?

I'll give you one hint. It involves The Dark Oval. The cigarettes are a by-product of their most precious commodity. Terrorism.

This day's getting better and better.

Look I've gotta find Abin. I heard someone filled him with Klatchian Coffee. If thats true, he's at a power level like nothing we've ever seen from him before.

If he's in a Knerd state he'll have essentially unlimited will power.

And his POWER Ring...

Yeah, that's definitely not good. Hrun really loaded him up with that stuff.

Listen, you've got to keep him away from the Venturian Governor (you might notice I don't type his name because I have to go search for the spelling ). Abin will just do something rash right now like try to beat the truth out of him. I think the Governor knows something he's not telling us.

But the Dark Oval has its hands in some dark shit and is trying to bring it here. Cigarettes are a by-product of that. We've got to find out (A) their plans and (B) who exactly is behind this. This isn't something that is easily accomplished and is a 'long game' scenario.

You know I have agents around the galaxy reporting in to me on various things I'm "doing". This is one of them--we're at war with the D.O. and that involves spy games.

We've got to get to the bottom of this. But this information you're bringing me is a good thing. It's the first solid lead we've had in months. If we can find the cigarette dealer, we can trace the route back to whoever is behind this all.

Man this place is always hopping. Guess it's midnight somewhere in the universe.

Cobie, if you're looking for some squares, that Kirkman lookalike had some. It's how I knew he wasn't really Robert. (Mind ya, he may say he doesn't smoke, but trust me on this. )

In a dark corner a hooded figure sits. He stares intently at Cobalt.

In the shadows, a pipe bowel glows yellow hot, the embers burning brightly as the figure draws deeply on the long thin clay pipe.

The eyes narrow, and the strangers hand moves almost imperceptibly toward his belt.

So...

<looks around>

What's a guy gotta do to get a drink in here?

<Cobalt walks behind the bar to pour himself a scotch on the rocks and fixes Matt up a drink while he's doing it, on the house>

Tell me Matt, the hooded figure staring at me from afar. What's he doing now?

<sets up drink in front of Matt>

I can't have some wild barbarian smashing up all the fine liquors, now can I?

<takes drink and slowly sips while glancing over>

He's reaching for... something. Can't tell what, the table is in the way.

Is Sergio Leone directing this?

Dude's been reaching for something for like 30 hours now.