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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: So what happens when the living legends of the universe get together at the edges of civilization to swap stories of adventure while outside an interstellar war rages? Find out. What happens when these living legends get tired of the noise and, instead, get involved in an interplanetary fracas? Find out!!! Larger-than-life heroes tell larger-than-life tales where the facts never get in the way of a good story.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: 2001
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2003

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [368 KB] , ePub (EPUB) [366 KB] , Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [344 KB] , Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [1.0 MB] , Palm Doc (PDB) [377 KB] , Microsoft Reader (LIT) [321 KB] , Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [360 KB] , hiebook (KML) [928 KB] , Sony Reader (LRF) [504 KB] , iSilo (PDB) [312 KB] , Mobipocket (PRC) [401 KB] , Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [456 KB] , OEBFF Format (IMP) [557 KB]
Words: 116366
Reading time: 332-465 min.
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Facts are the enemy of Truth. Everyone knows that. What follows is the true story of the Outpost.

I knew the moment he walked into the Outpost that he was a Hero--he just had that look about him. He was a lot closer to seven feet tall than six, he had unblinking no-color eyes, golden hair that cascaded down to his shoulders, and the kind of body that you just knew chairs would bounce off of.

His huge arms were too heavily-muscled to be confined, so he'd cut the sleeves off his shirt. He wore a leather vest, matching leather trousers, a metal belt with a buckle made out of an alien skull, and fur-covered boots. And a bunch of alien necklaces and bracelets: you could hear him jingling from a couple of hundred yards away.

He had a scar that began just above his ear and ended in the middle of his chin. His right arm had a tattoo of one of the more spectacularly-endowed naked ladies I can remember seeing, and she constantly raced up to his shoulder and onto his chest beneath his shirt; his left arm had a tattoo of himself, scar and all, and it ran up to his left shoulder and (I assume) met the naked lady on his chest every few seconds in a pornographic embrace.

The middle finger of his right hand boasted a diamond ring that must have been six, maybe seven carets, and his ring finger held a diamond that could eat the middle finger's diamond for breakfast. He wore a brace of pearl-handled burners, and the Spy Eye behind the bar told me he had another burner, two screechers, and a pair of knives hidden on his person.

He ignored the men and women who were gathered at the tables and walked directly up to the bar.

"Heard a lot about the Outpost," he said in his deep, booming voice. "Hard place to find."

"You managed," I noted.