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Story: A Changing of the Guard Katrylle Morgahn posted July 16, 2000 02:28 PM

It had been easier than she thought. When she had walked into the SEB that night, she was *positive* she was in for a battle. Sure, he was his "cheery" self. Hell, she wasn't much better, but she tried to keep it calm in order to gain what she came seeking.

The prize; The Mech Bay Bar and Grill. She couldn't explain why, but she wanted to buy it from Jugger. As usual, Ry thought she had gone 'round the bend. Even Jugger seemed surprised...but not surprised enough to keep from bartering.

The ending price was high... 5 million creds ... but she got all the fixtures, bottles, pictures (with a stipulation that he took the ones that were precious to him)....everything that had been in the bar was now hers. Sure, it depleted her account by over three-quarters, but, as she roamed through the dusty building and the memories came flooding back, she knew it would be worth it.

In front of the bar, she stopped and crouched. Reaching her hand towards the floor, she brushed away some of the dust from the still dark skid marks...marks made on more than one occasion by Ry's bike. She couldn't help but laugh as the very vivid image of both Ben and Jugger's face at the sound of squealing tires that had so often announced Ry's entrance. Ben particularly had hated the noise.

Standing suddenly, she moved behind the bar and began to search its many bottles. With a growl, she gingerly lifted a bottle, its contents glowing a soft green. The glow had diminished with age, but the contents were easily recognized. Making sure there were no others hidden about, she took the still sealed bottle and walked to the main doors. Once outside, she tossed the offending object as far away as possible, smiling with sadistic glee as the tinkling sound of breaking glass reached her ears. One more present for the Doomlands.

Re-entering the Grill, and, on a whim, she took the hall that led to the bathrooms. Passing the door marked "women's", she shoved at its mate. The men's room was really no different...except it smelled worse, had more writing on the walls and.....had red urinals. She laughed loudly. She hadn't been involved with the urinal incident, but she knew all about it. The fact that one of the urinals was still missing was something she had no intention of correcting. It was too much a part of the history like everything else.

Still chuckling, she pushed her way out of the men's room and back to the bar. She'd have to inventory everything then make plans for the entire building, foundation and all, to be moved 30,506 clicks from its current location. Despite the..."good" ... terms on which the building was bought, she did not feel comfortable in the Doomlands any longer. She pushed the thought from her mind as she took great pains to overcome the depression it had brought her. Up-righting an overturned bar stool, she tossed her duster over it and dug her data PADD out of its bag. If she wanted out of the Doomlands soon, she needed to get to work.

Story: Carpe Cerevisi * Katrylle Morgahn posted September 04, 2000 12:00 PM

(* Seize the Beer)

There was no Grand Re-Opening. There was no black tie affair. There wasn't even a sign announcing what should have been one *hell* of a party. One day it was closed, the next it was open. It was that simple.

They hadn't actually *moved* the building that had originally housed the Mech Bay Bar and Grill. It had remained in the Doomlands void of all that had made the Grill great. Instead, Jarrid and Chaz had gone through and digitized the shell of the building, flaws, blaster burns, dents and all, and simply prefabbed it in its current location half a world away. The rest of the interior, the bar, chairs, tables....everything that could be, was carefully and lovingly crated and shipped to the small island in the middle of a mountain lake...everything...right down to the red urinals. The clone was perfect. There would be no telling the difference....well...except for the new "doughnut" marks in the middle of the floor. New memories to be explained.

It had been one of the many days Kat had spent at the new location getting it put back together. She had been fighting with the 3 year old Emily...a long story in herself... over whether the kid should remain a mud monster or have a bath. The Grill had yet to be opened, but it was very near completion. Her battle with the kid was interrupted by a grizzled old barbarian in a wheelchair. He seemed intent on wanting to rape, plunder and/or kill something or someone for Kat...for a price, of course. Kat was too frustrated by the still muddy child in her arms to be very polite. In the end, however, Mad Hamish as he had introduced himself, became one of the many oddities of the Grill. Kat had a bouncer....a bouncer who preferred to raid the till for his pay rather than be given the money outright. It was a condition of his employment. Instead of handing him a check every payday, Kat was to leave it in the till at the end of the day and he would "plunder" the money. She didn't mind. He was odd, definitely crazy as his name implied, but he seemed nice enough.

He even liked Ry's old Ninja. During the negotiations both with child and barbarian, Kat's day brightened noticeably as her husband did his roar and skid move into the Grill. The same roar and skid move that had so marred the floors of the "other" Grill, reproduced by Jarrid and Chaz at Kat's request for this Grill. This seemed to impress the old warrior. He had obviously never seen a motorcycle before, yet he offered to trade Ry for his old wheelchair. Ry opted to let him have a spin instead. Kat paid no real attention as the crazy man rode round and round, making fresh "doughnut" marks over the floor. She did take a passing instant to wonder how the man was able to opperate the Ninja, seeing as he had obviously never seen one before, but again, the muddy child drew her attention away from the confusion.

So now the Grill had a bouncer....in a wheelchair, not on a Ninja. (Mad Hamish settled on being able to take the Ninja out for a spin or two on occasion.) And now the Grill was open. Old memories to relive, new memories to make. Kat smiled softly. 