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[GargoyleKDR]

The Ghost Mech Cafe, where BattleTech Warriors relax, boast, kick back and generally have a great time. Those who get too rowdy may be removed to sober up at the discretion of the management...

[Originally created on GEnie: Topic 20 Thu Jul 16, 1992 MPGAMES-ASST [Amber] at 10:31 EDT Sub: Ghost Mech Cafe]

[GargoyleKDR]

Category 27, Topic 20
Message 1 Mon Aug 03, 1992
R.DEBOLD at 00:59 EDT
Ginter walks in and heads right to the celebration of Marik and Clan
warriors... 'Congrats Agent!' You've mad a huge impact in the last

few days here... Ginter gives him a salute and shakes his Agents hand...

I hope I help you some in this tournament the last time we talked...
Ginter finishes his drink and smashes it in the same place as Berserkers..
He turns and celebrates with TC, Ber, Agent, Fireblade, Nomad, Syntyr,
Scorpion and the rest....

[GargoyleKDR]

Category 27, Topic 20
Message 2 Mon Aug 03, 1992 J.MARSHALL38 at 01:09 EDT
Agent and Ghostrider enter the bar together talking together intensely. "Three cheers for Agent!" Ghostrider says. "He took on the best of the Inner Sphere and kicked their butts!" Agent just smiles and nods as he gets pounded on his back and congradulated. Ghostrider slowly makes his way to his normal table where Wolf, Boomer and Hammer are seated. "So what is this? Did you lose to Agent" Hammer asks. Wolf says "No way you just beat him last night for that 250 million which by the way you should have taken." Ghostrider replies "No I won again tonight in the best out of 3 matches. Took both matches in a Maruader. But tonight is his night and we don't take money from honorable men like him" "So yes I still am Solaris Champion but let Agent reign for tonight" Ghostrider says "People expect me to win and its nice to see some enthusaisim for a very good mechwarrior". Ghostrider signals the waitress and orders his meal while watching the celebration. As he sits there watching Agent catches his eye over the crowd and bows his head slightly in acknowledgement. Ghostrider smiles and wonders hwo to get such an great fighter onto his side......

[GargoyleKDR]

Category 27, Topic 20
Message 3 Mon Aug 03, 1992
R.MYERS31 [Ice] at 01:16 EDT
The door to the cafe bangs open (again). In stalks Ice dressed no differently from the last time, cooling vest nearly hanging in tatters. He immediately hears the boisterous noise coming from the Marik corner. Knowing what has caused it he heads that way, a smile breaking out on his face as he spies Agent roaring in laughter in the middle of the group.
Catching Agent's eye, Ice bellows in a loud voice while snapping to attention, "Hail the new Solaris champion! Marik and the Clans salutes you COL Agent!" With that he snaps off a salute to Agent. "Shall we dedicate our new conquest to you Agent? While you were destroying the opposition on Solaris Marik was destroying the Steiner opposition on Bountiful Harvest. The planet now belongs to Marik. Therefore the drinks are DEFINITELY on me tonite. FOR THE WHOLE HOUSE!" he roars out. He then sits down and proceeds to get roaring drunik with the rest of Marik.

[GargoyleKDR]

Category 27, Topic 20
Message 4 Mon Aug 03, 1992
P.YU2 at 04:12 EDT

Peanut's first instinct was to draw the needler tucked in his jacket. But then the comstar agent removed the painted mask, which was made in the likeness of the Demi-Precentor. Peanut stopped reaching for the needler when he saw the face behind the mask. Of course he was concerned that Rahne had passed out, but the female comstar agent put a finger to his lips, "I am for you Peanut," she said sitting next to him. Her robe, with a low neck line was just a bit too revealing for Peanut to be comfortable. "For restoring power to the proper members of comstar, the Demi-Precentor has sent me. My name is Aileen..." Her eyes belied her purpose as she made the formal introduction. "Leave this furry one for one with alabaster skin and silken hair."

"She has silken hair! It's just shorter," Peanut said almost in panic. General Ghostrider as well as the other members of the bar could not help but to notice this woman. "That's Miss October!!" shouted Berzerker from beneath the bar. With that statement, an uncomfortable amount of attention centered on Peanut's table. Rhane, in a half drunken stupor muttered,"....thank you...but I don't do that kind...pictures.."

"She is not for you," Aileen said gesturing toward Rahne. "Look at her. Drunk, vulgar." For good measure Aileen, sensing Peanut's weakening resolve, added, "She has no interest for the likes of you, she is a dog." The last statement stung Peanut. "I on the other hand have skills that are considered very---exotic, skills that you would find useful."

Peanut looked at Miss October and smiled an evil grin, "Yes, you might at that," he said. She slid on to his lap but Peanut stopped her before she could seduce him further. "Answer one question," Peanut said.

Aileen hiked her robe a bit higher. "Anything Lt. Col." she crooned.

"Know how to pilot a battlemech?" Peanut stated simply.

Aileen blinked surprise, "Excuse me?"

"Specifically can you pilot a Marauder."

"I was not trained for battle."

"Then I apologize to the Demi-Precentor that I have no use for you at this time."

Miss October had never felt the sting of rejection. As she stormed out of the bar, big hair bouncing and replacing the mask to her face Rahne looked up at Peanut with a big grin. "Ye would rather have me?" she asked jokingly.

"Actually," Peanut replied,"I'm not to partial to blondes."

"I think yer ....., Peanut. It's okay. I wilna tell anyone."

"No, I'm not."

"Well then why did ye send her outta here with her tail 'tween her legs?"

Peanut smiled and said, "She called me Lieutenant Colonel."

[GargoyleKDR]

[For those interested I have all of the original MultiPlayer BattleTech Ghost Mech Cafe posts from Aug 03, 1992 through Feb 05, 1993 that I can post

- Garg. ]

[PinTBC]

The door swings open quietly as a stoop shouldered man walks slowly inside. He moves slowly to the bar and grabs a tankard, blowing the dust off the rim before handing the mug to Mac. "Good to see you again Mac. I'll have a Timbiqui Dark while I wait."

Mac peers through the darkness of the bar, "I didn't think anyone would ever be back. I been holding the place down, keeping the beer cold, the food fresh and the lights mostly on. It's been a long time General."

"Nope, it's just Pin now, and has been for a very long time." He takes his mug and carefully watches the faint light reflecting in the ripples. "This stuff still looks like motor oil." He quickly tips the bottom of the mug skywards and drains the dark liquid quickly, "But it still tastes like heaven."

Pin turns around and leans with his back against the bar, "I saw an old vid the other day. Maybe it was a warning, maybe a promise, but the main idea of the vid was that once something gets deep inside you, it becomes part of you and you miss it. The vids been remade what must be a million times, and I think it might have had one of the Kells starring in it, but I'm not sure. Guy builds this big old field, because some ghost told him to. It convinced him that if he built it, "they" would come."

Pin looks at Mac and smiles softly, "That's you Mac. If you keep the Cafe here open. They will come. It is in their blood. They have been waiting for this instance in time to once again live." He points to the dark table in the back corner, "The TBC guys will pile in there, with their tales of taking every single capital in the Inner sphere during one massive campaign. Davion will grab that old table on the riser they used to always grab. They will tell tales of Gunslingers, and Knights, good and bad. The Snakes will have their table once again, with that saki **** they drink, and Steiner," He pauses with a twinkle in his eye as he winks at Mac, "They will still be afraid to show their faces for fear that someone will get upset and decide to go skiing on Tharkad yet again."

Taking one more Timbiqui Dark and just holding it, Pin looks around the dark room waiting to see if any of the ghosts actually do still live.

[Thanks for posting this Garg]

[Reichwolff]

A shadowed figure enters the vestibule of the Ghost Mech Café from the stormy Solaris night. He is dressed in a long, weathered, leather overcoat, cut in the classic House Steiner Officer Corps design. A small tarnished collar device of the Kommandant General rank momentarily catches the street light outside.

The figure looks over the small space, the dim lights that still work, flicker angrily. The once state of the art security scanners and defensive systems are battered and smashed. It’s obvious they haven’t worked in several years. A cracked and weary face smirks, as if remembering some past long forgotten. A jagged scar runs over his right eye down to a graying beard and turning the hair at the bottom of it’s track pure white.

He slowly reaches into his coat and produces a black pipe and quickly strikes a match to light it. His face is bathed in the sudden burst of flame. Cold grey eyes peer back into the glow and with a puff of his pipe, pulls his long braided ponytail from inside his upturned collar letting is drop down his back. He walks in and sees two very familiar people at the bar. Mac, the bartender’s eyes go wide with astonishment, he seems to want to speak but nothing comes out. He stands there as the figure approaches the bar, his mouth half open. The other man at the bar still with his back to the new arrival tilts his head slightly and takes a short sniff of the now smoky air.

“Hello Reich.” Pinhead of the Bloody Clans says with a smile without turning around. “I could always smell you coming.” He continued with a hushed laugh as he sipped from his tankard. “Indeed. It seems your standards of customers has gone down drastically Mac, since last I was here.” Reichwolff of the Bloody Clans said as he sat in the stool next to his comrade and continued with another puff from his pipe. “How you let this scum bucket in is beyond me!”

“Hah! That’s Mr. Scum bucket to you!” Pinhead replied in a grumble. Both men laughed loud enough to echo in the vacant cafe and finally Mac blinked and quickly produced a bottle of Old Jack No. 7 from beneath the bar with a shot glass. “It has been a long time General Reichwolff…I’ve been saving this bottle for a long time indeed.” Mac said as he quickly poured a shot of the amber liquid.

“Reich will suffice these days Mac. Thanks for remembering.” Reichwolff said as he opened his jacket revealing the crimson and black uniform of The Bloody Clans, one of the most feared mercenary companies to ever march destruction and death over all 5 houses of the inner sphere. He rose his shot glass of ancient whiskey and toasted his Brother. “Here’s to the ole times Pin." They clicked glasses and downed the first of many a drink to come.

Edited by Reichwolff, 15 November 2011 - 12:42 PM.

[Shadoe Ryder]

Another warrior enters the bar. Short, stocky, wearing a Marik uniform jacket but not a Marik uniform.

he glances around the bar pausing at each table. taking in the memories. He turns to the bartender, "Mac, how the hell are you? Its true then? "

The bartender looks at his jacket but then notices the uniform underneath, "Aye its true. And I suppose you have no more need of rank then either Shadoe?"

A smile creeps across the mechwarrior's face. "Not anymore Mac, not anymore."

Shadoe Ryder moves to join his TBC brethren. "Well then!" he says as he walks over with a grin, "Let's see how long this one lasts. Perhaps we should try not to burn it down the first week?"

[PyronTBC]

Pyron eases through the door, his eyes tracking in a radar like sweep.
He sees three figures at the bar and then his eyes rest on Gargoyle.
He holds a finger to his lips as he turns back to Mac, he then holds up five fingers and nods towards Gargoyle.

Mac looks to the three in front of him and almost impercetivly nods and reaches under the bar, then to the freezer.
He begins setting five tulip shaped glasses filled with a dark syrup like liquid on the bar, the contents so cold that the glasses are already frosted.

Pin begins to slowly shake his head as Reich half stands from his stool. Shadoe simply closes his eyes and grimmaces.

Mac started "Welcome Chancel... errr Sang-Shao.... err"
Pyron laughed and said "Mac, I haven't been called any of those in more than a decade..."

Reich grumbles " It had to be you Py, no one else would pay to put Jaegermeister on the bar."

With that Pyron, Pin, Reich and Shadoe hug each other and begin to reach for their glasses.
Pyron looks at Mac, "The odd glass is for you," and raises his glass drinking the liquor in one swallow. The others follow suit showing various degrees of disgust.
Save for Pin, who smacks his lips and says "Tastes like old times!"

"Mac, make sure you get whatever Gargoyle is having on me."

Pyron then turns to his comrades, "Ye see lads I been spendin a fair bit o' time on Northwind and hae developed a new vice er two."
"Ye ken I nae longer play wi' children." With this he pulls a bottle of dark amber fluid from his Inverness cape, the label reading "Glenfarcklas 30 years".
"Mac, be sure tae keep the back bar well stocked with the likes o' this wee lassie and her sisters, mind ye.. nae a one under 20 years old."
With this Pyron pulls out a stack of c-bills and Mac's eyebrows raise in astonishment. "This is tae stake yer stocking o' a mare civilized dram."

"Now then... We really need tae get our table back tae order...."

Edited by PyronTBC, 17 November 2011 - 03:36 PM.

[GliderTBC]

Glider had opened this door many times but never before with such optimism. It has been a long time since the GMC shut its doors.... rumored to have been closed forever.

As he glares into the renouned establishment he spots Pinhead in his usual spot at the TBC table. He walks over to him sits in the chair next to him and says.

"He Pin you old Steiner Heffer.... remember the last time we were in here close to 20 years ago. You were broke and I bought you drinks all night. You said you would pay next time we were here. Finally I get to collect"

Edited by GliderTBC, 01 July 2012 - 10:28 AM.

[TopCatTBC]

A motorcycle with straight pipes is heard rumbling up to the GMC. The rider throttles it a few times to announce himself before switching it off. Then the door of the GMC slams open. A pilot wearing a Locust Pilot bomber jacket struts through as he removes his sunglasses. He nods at the TBC table and smiles at friends he has not seen in a decade.

"TC... laddie.. you are a sight for sore eyes" cries Pyron. The two pilot embrace each other. "I heard the place was open again master", TC responds. "I had to come and see my clan once again." The comrades in arms greet each other as if it had only been a day since they had all sat and drank together.

TC acknowledges the rest of the clanners, "Hey Glider, Pin, Shadoes, Reich". He looks over at the other, "Gint, long time buudy !!" Tc heads over to the Wurlitzer and drops a coin. Once again, as it had been over a decade ago, Bessie Smith croons the blues. He goes over to mac and hugs him. "Mac", he saids, "The usual". "Sure thing TC" replies mac, "Ketel One Martini, up and 2 slices of lemon coming up".

TC smiles and thinks, "I am home".

[Kinnison]

Category 27, Topic 20
Message 176 Sun Feb 25, 1996
P.GILLES [Kinnison] at 23:02 EST

"Are you sure this will work Kinnison?" asked Mac somewhat doubtfully, "That's
one entire beer cooler you've replaced." "No problem, Mac" replied Kinnison,
"According to the copy of the Gray Death computer core the Wild Geese filched,
I mean borrowed, this duplicator should work perfectly on inanimate objects,
such as full beer kegs. It even has a randomizer, that enhances a different
facet of the beer each time it is used for that specific beer."

"You mean it will actually distinguish between different brands of beer, and
remember which flavor it enhanced before?" asked Mac disbelievingly. "Of
course, that's why it has a supercomputer attached to it, with molecular
circuitry and Flash Memory," replied Kinnison confidently, "It even runs
Windows 3027! According to our tests in the Wild Geese Laboratories, this
beer duplicator will work out fine. In fact, we even had Ernst almost swear
off his ever-filling Steiner Stein when we had him test the beer." "This
thing must make pretty damn good beer then," said Mac, "This should cut down
on waiting for beer deliveries and cut costs." "I'm afraid not," said
Kinnison, "The duplicator will require more than triple your current monthly
bill, which should break about even with your beer costs." "Fine!" said Mac
curtly, "Just be sure to put a prominent sign on there so no one goes in there
thinking its a beer cooler, just think of the liability costs!" "Ahh....I
factored in your increased insurance costs when I calculated the break even
point of the duplicator", replied Kinnison hesitantly. Mac threw up his hands
and walked away.

Kinnison proceeded to complete the installation of the duplicator. When he
was finished he placed a large sign on the ex-cooler door that read "DO NOT
ENTER, BEER DUPLICATOR, USE BY LIVING BEINGS MAY RESULT IN UNPREDICTABLE
CONSEQUENCES, AND LIKELY AN EXTREMELY PAINFUL AND IMMEDIATE DEATH" "That
should get through even mechwarrior's thick skulls" said Kinnison as he exited
from the bar, "You gotta hit them on the heads with an I-beam to get anything
through."

Several minutes after Kinnison's exit, Dark Elf and Theo came running into the
bar. "Fantastic!" exclaimed Dark Elf, "This is the best Sports Illustrated
Calendar, yet!" "Yep", says Theo, "This 1200th Anniversary Special is really
something, we ought to post this on the wall!" They hesitate, and look
eagerly around the bar, looking for a blank spot on the walls. Not a empty
spot was to be seen. "Boy, 1200 years of Sports Illustrated calendars sure
take up a a lot of room," said Dark Elf worriedly.
"Hey, there's an empty spot over by the bar, on the beer cooler door!"
answered Theo, happily. They saunter over to the new beer duplicator and
place the calendar on the door, using some magnetic calendar hangers they had
brought. Unfortunately, they do not notice that they have covered up most of
Kinnison's warning sign, which now reads, "DO NOT ENTER, BEER." They exit the
bar exulting in the accomplishment of their mission, both of them looking
forward to the acclimation this evening of their fellow mechwarriors for
helping maintain the uplifting atmosphere of the Ghost Mech Cafe.

Later that evening, Kinnison drops by the Ghost Mech Cafe to check on how the
beer duplicator is working out. Besides, he wanted to taste some of the
Sprecher Black Bavarian beer variants the machine was sure to produce. He
opens the door to find bedlam reigning inside the Cafe. He slowly made his
way through the crowded mass of mechwarriors to the bar where Mac was
frantically pulling keg after keg from the beer duplicator. It seemed that no
sooner would he pull a full keg from the machine, then the new night
bartender, Robin Hood, would roll an empty one back to Mac. With some effort,
Kinnison was able to make his way to the end of the bar where Mac was
struggling with the beer duplicator.

"Hey Mac, I see the beer duplicator really seems to be working out well!"
shouts Kinnison over the crowd noise. "I've never seen it this busy,
Kinnison!" replied Mac, "Even when GEnie had over 400,000 subscribers! The
different variations of the Sprecher seem to be the best selling, so far. Give
me a hand here, will you, they're running me ragged!" "No problem, Mac",
replied Kinnison, "I'll be happy to help. You roll the full ones back to
Robin Hood and I'll put the empties in, and give you back the full ones."
After several hours, the demand for beer slowed, and Mac, Kinnison and Robin
Hood slumped exhausted on the railing behind the bar. The partying of the
mechwarriors and their companions continued in full swing with Tripper
providing the music for background or for the few dancers. Most people seemed
more interested in sampling the different pitchers filled with a variety of
Sprecher samples.

Meanwhile, Li Han Woo, with his cousin, Sven van de Woo enter the bar
unnoticed. While this irks him somewhat, Woo figures he'll have plenty of
time to become the center of attention later. All he would have to do is
strike a few heroic poses and all attention would be moved, justifiably of
course, to him. Woo decided that in the meanwhile he would have some of this
new beer he had heard everyone raving about, so he began to make his way to
the bar, occasionally flashing his favorite very big toothy grin, with the
ever attentive Sven in his wake.

"Mac, my good man," says Woo, flashing merely a toothy grin, "Be so good as to
fetch me up some of that nectar of the gods that every one is raving about."
"Help yourself, Mr. Woo," replied Mac, "I just sat down just a minute ago.
It's been a nonstop madhouse for the past four hours." Woo strikes a heroic
pose #231 (used for "I can fend for myself" situations), and says, "Of course,
I understand completely, besides I am licensed to operate a beer tap!"
Kinnison and Mac exchange resigned looks and just shake their heads.

Woo makes his way behind the bar, and begins to draw a pitcher for himself,
when Melissa comes rushing up with five empties in her hands. "Woo, could you
fill these for me, please?" she asked, "They're for the Bloody Clans. They
haven't been on a rampage in over a week, and they're in no mood to wait!"
Woo flashes her a big toothy grin and strikes heroic pose #31 (used prior to
coming to the aid of ladies in distress) and replies, "Of course, dear girl, I
am more than happy to come to the aid of a damsel in distress!" Woo sets aside
his barely filled pitcher, and begins filling the pitchers for Melissa. As he
sets the last one on the bar counter, Woo flashes a very big toothy grin at
Melissa, who smiles in return at him and rushes off to the Bloody Clan table.
Seeing no other damsels to aid, Woo turns attention back to filling his
pitcher. When Woo turns the tap on it merely spits out foam. A rare frown
crosses Woo's face. He decides to drink the little that is in the pitcher,
and then get another keg for the tapper from the cooler. Besides, he thinks to
himself, Mac looks so exhausted, and he's not getting any younger. Woo
strikes another heroic pose #231, and proceeds to head for what he thinks is
the beer cooler. He spots the sign on the front of the door which reads "DO
NOT ENTER, BEER", thinks to himself, a-ha, here is where they keep the kegs.

He stops momentarily to admire Miss February from the Sports Illustrated
1200th Anniversary Calendar, and then enters the cooler door. Unbeknowst to
Woo, Kinnison has set the beer duplicator on automatic operation in his haste
to keep up with demand, although he had hit the reset button. The cooler door
closed and lights began to flash on the beer duplicator. It was indeed
fortunate for Woo that Kinnison had hit the reset switch, or Woo would have
found himself full of a bit more beer than he had anticipated. Instead, it is
Woo himself that is now used as the template for duplication. The machine
lights stop flashing, and Woo stumbles out of the duplicator, knocking his
trademark Viking helmet off his head. The helmet falls back into the
duplicator, and comes to rest on the floor. Woo, seeing the room spin before
his eyes, feels that perhaps that beer has a bit more kick to it than usual.
Sven is instantly at his side, and helps the unsteady Woo to the door of the
Ghost Mech Cafe.

While Sven was helping the woozy Woo to the way out, the door to the
duplicator swung slowly shut. The machine started to operate and another Woo
emerged from the machine, stumbled slightly, again knocking his Viking helmet
off. This Woo shook his head to clear his thoughts, and a very big toothy
grin split his face, and he bounded to the top of the bar and began striking
heroic pose after heroic pose, oddly enough going in numeric order from one to
21,324. The crowd slowly began to notice the Woo on top of the bar switching
from one heroic pose after another, and began applauding and whistling, which
of course only encouraged him the more. Meanwhile, another Woo emerged from
the duplicator, again stumbled slightly, and again knocking his Viking helmet
off. This Woo made his way unnoticed to the piano in the corner, which was
easy because all attention in the room was focused on the Woo striking heroic
poses atop the bar counter.

Suddenly, a bang on the piano keys drew everyone's attention, where to
everyone's surprise another Woo was sitting at the piano. This duplicate
began Woo's patented piano bar program, and the center of attention switched
to him. The Woo on top the bar striking heroic poses began shifting faster
from one pose to another, as if this would bring the focus of the room back to
him. By this time, another Woo had exited from the duplicator in the now
obvious Woo fashion, and continued up to the disk jockey's booth, where he
proceeded to take over from Tripper, who with little objection, stepped down
from the booth. By now, Tripper was used to Woo's occasional occupations of
the disk jockey booth. This Woo began playing Woo's favorite dance music,
which fortunately was not too objectionable to the crowd.

Another Woo appeared on the dance floor, and struck his seldom used but still
famous "Saturday Night Fever" pose, and proceeded to step the night fantastic
with the nearest pretty girl. By this time, Kinnison and Mac had noticed four
Woo's at various places throughout the bar, but it was Robin Hood who spotted
another Woo stumbling out of the duplicator. As this Woo took up the stage
microphone, and began singing along with the music being played by Woo #3.
Kinnison and Mac began working frantically working on the controls of the
duplicator. "Shut it off, Shut it off!" yelled Max. "I can't!", replied
Kinnison, "The override commands aren't working, the computer must have shut
down this interface to provide more processor and memory in order to duplicate
a human!" "Can't we block the door or something!" yelled Mac, beginning to
panic. "No, we can't!" yelled back Kinnison, "The door opens automatically,
there's no telling what might happen if we attempt to block it."

While Kinnison worked frantically at the controls to the duplicator, Fisher
nudged Theo while at the Wild Geese table. "Look, Theo" Fisher said, "There's
at least five different Woo's in this place!" "I thought we destroyed all of
Comstar's cloning equipment and technology?" replied Theo. "Each Woo seems to
be focusing on just one of Woo's many so-called talents!" Fisher continued,
"There's a heroic Woo, an entertainer Woo, a disk jockey Woo, a Kaoroke Woo,
and a dancing Woo." "Look, Fisher!" said Theo as pointed out yet another Woo
emerging from the duplicator, "I wonder what this Woo's specialty will be?"
They watched expectantly as the sixth Woo emerged from the duplicator. The
duplicate marched straight over to the nearest newbie, kicked the stool out
from under him, placed his foot on the newbie's head and proceeded to drink
the rest of the pitcher that had been in front of the newbie. Fisher and Theo
looked at each other, nodded and said simultaneously, "Clanner Woo!"

By this time, Kinnison had given up on trying to shut the machine down from
the control panel and had gone down into the basement to try turn off the
duplicator from the main computer panel. Woo's were popping out of the
duplicator, until there were almost fifty Woo's in and amongst the bar
patrons, doing all the things that only a Woo can do. The security system,
monitoring the situation in the bar, had begun noticing the increasing number
of Woo's in the bar. This caused the system to begin issuing a Class Two
alert, and yellow lights began flashing in the bar. By now, the Woo's were
beginning to outnumber the other patrons in the bar, forcing many of them out
through the several exits. Kinnison came up from the basement shaking his
head, saying "I got a very bad feeling about this!" At that Mac bolted for
the emergency exit door behind the bar. Robin Hood soon followed, once he had
figured out how to open the door. He HAD only started there that evening.
Kinnsion was right behind him. The automatic security system, sensing an ever
increasing number of Woo's in the bar, panicked, and decided to issue a Class
Five alert, the auto destruct. Red lights began flashing in the bar, and a
pleasant contralto voice began speaking, "30 seconds until bar self-destruct!
Woo infestation out-of-control. All non-Woo personnel please evacuate the
bar. The exits will be sealed in 25 seconds. Thank you and I hope you had a
pleasant time at the Ghost Mech Cafe. We hope we can continue to count on
your patronage. 20 seconds until bar self-destruct."

The remaining mechwarriors in the bar began a mad scramble to the doorway. The
numerous Woo's meanwhile were oblivious to what was going on, they continued
do what only Woo's can do. By now, the Woo's had repeated several times, so
each of the performing Woo's had an appreciative audience of Woo's. The
security system began speaking again, "5 seconds until bar self destruct. I
knew I should have taken that job at the Quik Mart instead! Self Destruct
initiated" The bar and all the Woo's disappeared in a sudden flash of light.
The mushroom cloud that resulted could be seen from across the city. Some
claimed that it was the biggest one yet from the Ghost Mech Cafe.
Fortunately, after the second leveling of the Ghost Mech Cafe, and most of the
surrounding block, blast shields had been put in place surrounding the bar,
the main gate had closed at 5 seconds in accord with the self destruct
protocol.

Robin Hood, Kinnison and Mac surfaced from under the river, where they had
dove prior to the explosion. "KINNISON! YOU OWE ME A NEW BAR *********! THIS
IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" screamed Mac in his best drill instructor voice. "Calm
down, Mac!" replied Kinnison, "Remember, THIS is what insurance is for!" Mac
proceeded to grab Kinnison and push him back under the surface of the water,
obviously trying to drown him. Fortunately for Kinnison, several Wild Geese
were nearby, and it took all of them and Robin Hood to drag Mac off of
Kinnison. They dragged Mac away sputtering in rage, while Kinnison tried to
get his lungs used to breathing air again. Just before Kinnison lost
conciousness, Fisher and Theo, who were by now nearby, plainly heard him say,
"I was just trying to help!" A Woo Viking helmet landing nearby, seemingly
none the worst for wear.

This just goes to show you, too many Woo's destroy the bar.