Or we could turn it into a super-secret role-playing thread.
As I look around the dusty old starbase, I realize the piece of crap could fall apart at any moment. Typically I would avoid Drengin territory, but their recent conquest into Arcean space had made it almost impossible. "I'll take an ale please," I said to the smelly looking ape behind the bar. "I not know machine drink! ha!" it replied, showing it's nasty black teeth. "It takes my mind off the smell" I replied. As the bartender hands me what appears to be a warm bottle of piss, I can't help put think how much better this place must have looked while the Arceans ran it. They are a noble race, known for their construction quality throughout the galaxy. Too bad the Drengin had stripped all the heavy armor and laser cannons to retrofit their battleships, probably to invade more Arcean colonies. I guess it's all for the best, the Drengin are good for business afterall. They don't frown upon the trade of biological weapons, and my contact was due to arrive any minute.
