Loot-a-Palooza Epilogue

[bertinator]

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"Vait... Vat? I'm not zed?"




"Ah mister Bragallot, welcome back to life. I wasn't sure how fast the Ibuprovyrn would be effective."
"Vhy zid you bring me back zoo life?"
"Well now, the battle is over. The campaign is over. No need to keep you in postmortem state for any longer."
"Danke schön, I guesz."




"I must be on my way. Zee you lazer, doktor!"
"Hm-mm. Mr. Bragallot - would you like a cup of coffee, before you leave?"




"Nein danke, I zon't drink kaffee."
"Very well then. Until next time, Brag"

[bertinator]

Outside The Boulder, MadMarios' hired crew have scavenged the battlefield and collected a big pile of loot. Transparent building material, weapons, some booze, a big chunk of Cybork D.N.A., and the dead Bertinators body.

"Amazing work, fellas. You guys were even cooler than I'd hoped. If you load up the loot and drop me off back home I've got a big fat bonus for each of you. This campaigns loot is more than enough to pay back the Menders Of Construction."
"Sounds good, boss."
"Let's roll."

[bertinator]

“Brik almighty, Skulls. This is one hell of an afterparty! I just watched a Norvian throw up out of every single orifice – all ten!”
“Just wait until we get to the Frxxians hideout, girl. It’s just two parsecs from here. Me and my buddy QD Oozeley wanna head out after the next sunset. You coming or what?”




“Ughhh”
“El! You’re awake!”
“Where am I?”
“This is the Loot-a-Palooza afterparty!”
“Wait… the campaign is over? Take me home, then.”




“Ow don’t ye be a jaw-jaw, Elyana! We've got six more kegs of Maniak Beer in the bus!”




“YOU WILL TAKE ME BACK TO SKION RIGHT THIS INSTANT, SKULLS MACKENZIE, OR I WILL CURSE YOUR IMMORTAL SOUL!”



“Alright alright, don’t shit a brick. We’re packing up then."
"Sorry QD, we'll make time for the cheekpipe next astral eclipse, I swear.”
“Choo Groo, Bugglaa Braw Wraw!”

[bertinator]

Dasher and his crew have been summoned to the Interstellar Spacecops Substructure for a top-level evaluation. The chiefest chiefs and the bossiest bosses are not happy with the campaign. Disappointing conviction rates, zero donut lootings and a complete lack of reporting has them worried that Loot-a-Palooza has not been beneficial to the SpaceCops public image.




After an hour long meeting with his superiors, filled for the most part with them shouting ‘DAMN this’ and ‘DAMN that’ across the room, Dasher steps out.
“Well? How’d it go, boss?”




“Good news and bad news, Kit. They’ve agreed to the formation of a brand new department, aimed at hunting down dangerous droids, funded by the spoils of this campaign. And the consensus is that someone with a lot of experience fighting robots should be in charge.”
“Amazing! Then what’s the bad news?”
“I’m fired”



“WHAT!? How can they do that? Noone understands the droid-hunting job like you do! Who’s going to run this new department? Teach all the new guys how to bust some droidballs!?"



“You are, Kit. It’s your time to shine.”

[bertinator]

And with that, ladies and gentlefigs, we've reached the end of our epic saga.

One final group shot, cheers