*Ninesticks* Posted Apr 15, 2010, 5:49 am

'WHAT!' The sound of a mug being smashed suddenly overrode the low hubbub of conversation in the bar. 'Why didn't we hear about the auctions?' the long equine face of the Dweller's lead mechanic changed from its normal pallid tones through pink, red and finally to purple 'I know we are in the arse end of nowhere in the minds of those low-down northern arena f....' Ashlee waited for Al to draw breath 'Well the boss says as nobody wants to trade for our best tech and if we ain't gonna be famous we best work at being infamous' she paused to divert the spreading puddle of beer away from her side of the table 'Reckon there's gonna be some killin', it's going to get real messy up north - the word's already gone out - all the mothballed northern fleet are going to be re-activated for a campaign of terror'