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Seeed - Molotov - Lyrics
Die Sonne versinkt, (The sun sinks)
der Himmel wird Pink. (the sky turns pink)
Die Nacht beginnt, (the night starts)
dein Leben macht wieder Sinn. (your makes sense again)
Fühlst du den Asphalt schwingen? (D'you feel the asphalt swing?)
Eine Macht die dich in deinen Nachtclub zwingt. (a force that forces you into your Nightclub)
Alle wollen hin oder sind auf dem Weg. (everyone wants to go or are on their way)
In deiner Stadt steht der Magnet, (in your city stands a magnet)
er zieht alle an, alle ziehen sich aus, (it attracts everyone, everyone gets naked)
Seeed im Haus (Seeed in the house)
so sieht es aus. (that's how it looks)
(Hey! Hey!) 3x
Vom 1. bis 4. Stock, (from the 1st to 4th floor)
und im ganzen Block, (and in the whole block)
Boxenalarm, tanzender Mob. (Speaker-alarm, dancing Mob)
Vermummte auf'm Dach, (Masked people on the roof)
Barrikaden aus Schrott, (barricades of scrap)
Der Barmann mixt im Namen von Molotov (the barkeeper mixes in the name of Molotov)
PtV - Backstory 2 - Chapter 1
Ishele's Path: Captain's log of the "Hir'Rakhi"
- Hir'Rakhi is the name of Ishele's ship, it means "Spider's Fang"
- Cycles are days...but since in space there is now day and night, there is only passing of time.
- Yes, a Turanian...as in "Turanic Raider"
Chapter 1 - Favorite playthings
Ishele was furious. When she heard the news, she was so angry, she shot the messenger without a second thought. In her case, "being furious" just didn't really define her true feelings, because her "calm state" was something that most people would rather call "highly agitated". She was beyond rage. Once she had stuck a merchant in an airlock and vented him into the vastness of space, just because he had gotten a little too cocky. Shooting someone was actually one of her nicer ways to say "I don't like what I just heard!". Not that she was trying to be nice. That man just had the nerve to tell her that the fleet of her favorite commander had suffered such a total defeat that there wasn't a si
PtV - Backstory 1 - Chapter 3
Cza'o's Path: Captain's log of the "Red Raven"
Chapter 3 A rude Awakening
First Lieutenant Corrin stood directly in front of the bridge window, watching one of the Keepers "eating up" a small asteroid. He was bored. Just watching those mechanical being didn't feel right to him, he wanted to get revenge for those fallen in front of them, but he was well aware of the fact, that a single Hybrid Frigate wouldn't be a match for 3 Keepers and their drones. Out of pure boredom he tried to count the Combat Drones hovering in sleep mode around the nearly completed Hypergate. He could clearly make out at least 4 or 5 of them before he lost interest again. I hope the fleet speeds up a bit, I can't stand this stalemate... he thought. He turned around, walked to the command chair and let himself fall into it. Sitting there in the near darkness, he tried to relax and closed his eyes. With the fleet at least 5 hours away, all he could do was wait. Just minutes later, he dozed off.
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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