And here I was worried no one would like idea 
"You!"
The shout rang out over the din of the fighting along the promenade and the individual battles began to taper off. Fen off all factions withdrew to the walls,
clearing a long space down Port Phobo's outer hall. At one end stood a young man in blue and white armour with an OGJ unit patch on the shoulder. At the
other an angry woman in a green-grey body suit with N.U.N.S. markings.
The man dropped his foam sword and lazily turned to face his challenger. His hand dropping down to rest on the butt of his holstered pistol. The woman glared
at him, her entire posture radiating anger. "It's time we settled this, once and for all," she ground out.
From somewhere among the shops the lined the hall the first strains of a familiar old song began to play. On the side lines two pirates glanced at each other, and
grinning, tossed their hats to the two fighters. The man caught the hat and settled it on his head. He tugged the wide, broad brim down and smiled. "I
reckon it is," he said, and began to advance down the cleared space.
The two advanced on each other, their pace slow and measured. They stopped, fifteen feet from each other, hands poised over their hostlered pistols. The
music reached its climax and high above them the great Counter Clock struck '21'. Two hands snagged their weapons and brought them up with blinding
speed.
--
"And if you can't tell the difference between a shoggoth and a
nightgaunt, you shouldn't be working here. And you _definitely_
shouldn't visit server room 3."
"You!"
The shout rang out over the din of the fighting along the promenade and the individual battles began to taper off. Fen off all factions withdrew to the walls,
clearing a long space down Port Phobo's outer hall. At one end stood a young man in blue and white armour with an OGJ unit patch on the shoulder. At the
other an angry woman in a green-grey body suit with N.U.N.S. markings.
The man dropped his foam sword and lazily turned to face his challenger. His hand dropping down to rest on the butt of his holstered pistol. The woman glared
at him, her entire posture radiating anger. "It's time we settled this, once and for all," she ground out.
From somewhere among the shops the lined the hall the first strains of a familiar old song began to play. On the side lines two pirates glanced at each other, and
grinning, tossed their hats to the two fighters. The man caught the hat and settled it on his head. He tugged the wide, broad brim down and smiled. "I
reckon it is," he said, and began to advance down the cleared space.
The two advanced on each other, their pace slow and measured. They stopped, fifteen feet from each other, hands poised over their hostlered pistols. The
music reached its climax and high above them the great Counter Clock struck '21'. Two hands snagged their weapons and brought them up with blinding
speed.
--
"And if you can't tell the difference between a shoggoth and a
nightgaunt, you shouldn't be working here. And you _definitely_
shouldn't visit server room 3."