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Donning a set of golden gloves, Mr. Nice Guy is SABLE's premier Terran fighter, hailing from the original home of the sport of boxing! Despite his name, Mr. Nice Guy can come across as a bit cocky in pre-match interviews and promo cuts, but this is only because he takes great pride in carrying on a long boxing tradition. He thinks quite highly of himself and his abilities, but he is always quick to place his name second behind the greats of the past, the fighters who built the foundation of a sport which has found new life beyond the Asteroids. The wider Sol system has taken a liking to this Terran sport, and some fighters have developed some peculiar styles, but Mr. Nice Guy likes to prove that the original flavor is still the greatest of all. He is appreciative of of the support of his fans, and will spare no expense in putting on the best entrance performances in the business for them. They're worth it.

It may come as no surprise to learn that Mr. Nice Guy, a historian of traditional Terran boxing, has mastered an efficient and defensive style in the ring. With light footwork and quick flashing jabs, Mr. Nice Guy prefers to simply not waste energy getting hit, and to make sure his own shots are frustratingly sudden. It's a lot of gas to try and tangle with a first-round fighter, but that same fighter in the fifth is going to hit a lot different, so let them wear themselves out, study their patterns and go to work when they show you the worse version of themselves. It can be hard to catch an evasive Mr. Nice Guy even late into the match, as he tends to prioritize his own stamina and won't take unnecessary risks. Being a pragmatic traditionalist does leave Mr. Nice Guy susceptible to some of the weirder styles to be found in SABLE, being caught off-guard by some Outer Belt techniques that you'll never see in a Terran gym- a defensive approach helps to minimize the impact of these surprises, but it is a big factor in measuring his matchups against the league's other boxers.

While he practices traditional boxing, Mr. Nice Guy is a member of the Saturn All-Boxers League, which means when he steps into the ring he too keeps a dirty trick up his sleeve. Mr. Nice Guy has a Natural-style prosthetic left arm calibrated to be within SABLE specifications for ring-legal cybernetics. No one wants to get smacked with a solid chunk of metal, which is where the characteristics of Natural-style hardware- its softer dermal coating, polymer padding and punchable tactile sensors- allow partially-synthetic boxers to fight on even footing with their extra-Terran counterparts. An open secret to everyone but SABLE commissioners, Mr. Nice Guy's left arm is fitted with an internal pneumatic piston which allows him to deliver devastatingly-powerful blows, a dirty trick literally hidden up his sleeve. His secret technique, known as "No More Mr. Nice Guy", is engaged by tapping his gloves together twice. One-two. When fans see Mr. Nice Guy tap his knuckles, they know he's priming his pneumatic piston, and the next left he lands is going to be a seismic hit. No More Mr. Nice Guy synergizes well with a patient and defensive style, as it allows Mr. Nice Guy to float about, pick his shots and make them really sting. A small drawback to his pneumatic left is when it's primed, the next shot will trigger the hit, which means his left guard is vulnerable, as defending a blow with his left forearm may cause the pneumatic to pop prematurely, such is the risks of mechanical gadgetry. His opponents can capitalize on this opening, but they have to be willing to risk a flickering shot from a loaded trap for their troubles.

Two fans of Mr. Nice Guy can be found in Red Raven's own Slug, and Timberwolf's Pixel. Slug loves to watch Mr. Nice Guy's take on boxing, seeing it as being akin to a hunter like themself. Patient and observant, sizing up a creature that could spell your end in a moment, wearing your mark down and going in for the finishing blow when the opportunity emerges, Slug gets really into a Mr. Nice Guy match in a way that might be a bit different from most boxing fans; it doesn't help that they will narrate their thoughts out loud to their companions the whole time like some kind of nature documentary. Pixel, on the other hand, is really interested in a fighter who finds success with mechanical prosthesis. Timberwolf's engineer is fascinated by the imposed limitations of synthetic hardware in an organic league, and what sort of advantages that arm gives Mr. Nice Guy. He will tap his own fists together along with Mr. Nice Guy when he is priming his pneumatic piston, leaning alllll the way in to watch to see if that primed left will be a hook, a jab, an uppercut or a devastating haymaker. There's plenty to love about Mr. Nice Guy, whether you're a fan of boxing history or you're just there for the spectacle. Put your credits on Mr. Nice Guy by TKO in the 7th, he won't let you down.

Jake is a retired mooncross rally racer and the Terran owner of Jammin' Jake's Dancehall Diner, A popular restaurant and venue in the Garden's E-District. A loud and jolly fellow, Jake has a very high energy about him and tends to speak from his chest, projecting his voice like he's always talking over a rumbling mooncross motor engine or a venue-filling bassline. His hearing ain't what it used to be so you'll have to speak up, but he's good at reading vibes so even if he doesn't get it all he'll mostly know what you mean. He's got an infectious good vibe, though, so even if your understanding meets somewhere in the middle you'll still have a great time finding your way there.

Jammin' Jake's Dancehall Diner is a late-night restaurant that runs on second- and third-shift hours, finding no need to be open during early morning breakfast rushes. The menu at Jammin' Jake's consists of beloved recipes from Jake's home in Caribbean Terra- delicious rice medlies, macaroni pies, meat and cheese patties, jerk-style chicken and pork as well as a rich and flavorful oxtail stew you've just gotta try for yourself. Jake runs daily specials throughout the week, including a Seafood Sunday, Meatless Monday, Wildcard Wednesdays and Fireball Fridays to start the weekend right. There's a little taste of the Caribbean for everyone at Jammin' Jake's, but the food alone isn't the biggest draw for the restaurant.

Set in the heart of Titan Garden's Entertainment District, Jammin' Jake's also serves as an energetic and popular music venue. Adjacent to the dining area, down a flight of stairs, is a bar, a dancefloor and a stage where nightly musical acts from all styles come through to put on a show and energize the local night crowd! Space is a cold place, so Jake built the Dancehall Diner to be an inviting bubble of warmth, utilizing heat collection and hot water pipes to route the heat generated by an energetic crowd down below the baseboards and keep the atmosphere nice and cozy. A coatroom is available for guests to check in their thick insulated jackets, freeing them up to enjoy a meal, head downstairs and lose themselves on the dancefloor. Good food, good music and a spot of warmth in the cold depths of space, that's Jammin' Jake's specialty.

While Jake himself is retired from the off-world sport of mooncross rally racing he still loves to talk about his old passion with anyone who would listen. It's a dangerous sport but that's part of what makes the stories about the old days so fun to share, because you made it through the dangers intact and are present to tell the tale. Jake's old racing buddies will often come through, and he'll share a hot meal and a private table on the house, shouting mirth and tales over the pulsing beat of the night's musical act. What's that? No, he ain't sold his old battle wagon. He probably won't run another Phoebe rally but one last run across Hyperion is a tantalizing proposal. Business is good at the Dancehall Diner, a packed house for a popular act brings a great atmosphere to Titan, but the roll off a crater rim and the rumble of a high-powered engine has a way of sitting in your heart. It's hard to stay away forever.

Fflamddwyn is the owner of Fflamddwyn's Ancient Meals, a cozy little place in Titan's B-District where starfarers can have a taste of the stargazing era, of a time before we all started crisscrossing the Sol system. Fflamddwyn is a bear of a Terran, large and rough-hewn but filled with a boundless mirth and zeal for life. He greets friends with a warm embrace and a firm and resounding slap on the back, and he greets strangers with a warm smile and a bone-crushing handshake. When you come to Fflamddwyn's Ancient Meals, you're well taken care of. Yipyap gives it Six barks out of Five, it's a personal favorite of his.

A close friend to Ronaldo, his and Fflamddwyn's restaurants are sort of sister businesses- where Ronaldo likes to focus on the past's idea of the future, Fflamddwyn serves as authentic a version of meals from pre-industrial eras popular on most of Sol's inhabited worlds. He does painstaking research not just into how ancient meals were prepared, but into how they were plated and presented as well- what were the utensils like on that part of the world, did they use utensils at all? Were their meals served on metal, glass, clay, ceramics? What was the pH of the water they used to prepare meals with? Where were their ingredients sourced from? Presentation is important for selling the Ancient Meals aesthetic, because the truth is a lot of ancient foods look a lot like modern home cooking, on account of us being the descendants of our ancestors. Funny how that works out.

To get the meals just right, Fflamddwyn has set up working relationships with local farmers and fishermen throughout the Sol system, bypassing big distribution companies to purchase ingredients as directly from local sources as possible. Captaining his own starship, the Wild Boar, Fflamddwyn flies out to meet his sources in-person, greeting them in his jolly manner and learning about where his ingredients come from and how they're cultivated. When he's allowed to he loves to participate in the farmwork, in the hunt or on the fishing trip, to really experience how his foods are harvested from nature. By taking a first-hand approach he can not only put a face to his sources, but he can ensure his ingredients are sustainably sourced- maintaining a good relationship with the local environment is important to Fflamddwyn, especially in our present technological age. He pays his sources well for their goods, because he knows they will in turn work to sustain their local ecologies. This is the foundation of Fflamddwyn's Ancient Meals.

It's not too often that Fflamddwyn gets to go on his sourcing trips, as he spends a lot of time on Titan managing his business. He's not too proud to not delegate his responsibilities, as he does hire a full kitchen staff and schedules them for sensible hours, but he will get his hands dirty working the kitchen himself if his managerial obligations are fulfilled- whether someone calls out sick or he's simply scheduled a shift for himself, Fflamddwyn loves to dig in and engage in the little pieces of history his restaurant creates. While he prefers diners eat in to enjoy the full experience of having an ancient meal in the appropriate plate, bowl and utensil, you can order delivery from Fflamddwyn's Ancient Meals. A delivery person will show up at your destination with a round container made from bound strips of gryyth reed- a large Callistan cousin to bamboo- wherein your order can be found, bound up with string inside of a folded palm leaf. No utensils are provided. That is Fflamddwyn's way.

A man with a big spoon and a bigger heart, Seth is the owner of The Big Spill Kitchen, a soup-of-the-day joint on the outskirts of the A-District which is very popular among dockworkers and starfaring regulars. A kind and inviting person, Seth is the type to put the needs of others above his own- he understands the rigors of life in deep space, and if someone is hungry and they don't carry interplanetary Credits on them? Well, that's no reason to deny someone a hot meal. Seth's a kind man but he's no doormat, if he believes you've got the mettle for it he will put a challenge to you and hold you to a higher standard, giving you a push to bring out the best version of yourself. He's a man you don't meet every day.

The Big Spill Kitchen is a small restaurant designed with rustic Terran-style decor, built with stout wooden beams and solid oak tables, its lighting as warm and inviting as a candle-lit tavern. It's a pretty relaxed restaurant throughout the day, but when lunchtime hits the restaurant is always slammed with customers. The restaurant's gimmick is pretty simple: there is a perpetual soup bubbling at all hours, day and night, and every day Seth and his staff prepare one additional soup, the Soup of the Day, in a great big pot stirred with Seth's famous big spoon, carved from a large and magnificent stick he found on a remote Saturnian trail. You come into The Big Spill Kitchen and you can order the Soup of the Day or you can get the forever soup- you get the new thing or you taste the evolving standard. Both soups are served in a bread bowl to minimize space waste and the spoon you get is made from biodegradable material that is safe to throw into a ship's incinerator. There's no fuss, there's no waste, it's this soup or that; a hot meal you can eat at the restaurant or take back to your worksite that is both filling and healthy to boot!

Serving healthy and wholesome food is important to Seth, as he feels a good meal inspires great deeds. To help maintain his restaurant's standards, Seth embarks on regular trips out to other worlds- to Ganymede, to Callisto, to the hundred moons of Saturn and beyond- in order to forage for just the right ingredients for his soup cauldrons. The Big Spill Kitchen is open every day, but on weekends it's forever soup only, as Seth is off Titan hiking the untamed wilds of the Outer Belt preparing ingredients for the coming week's soups. His famous big spoon makes for an excellent walking stick, and he's fond of carrying ingredients in pouches around his belt, along with a special forcefield-integrated hardlight projection module he keeps on his hip that deploys into a large cooking pot! Place the device on a large rock in the middle of a fire, fill it with your ingredients and you can prepare a fine stew anywhere, making a nice surprise when he meets a fellow hiker out in the remote wilderness.

Often accompanying Seth on his forays into the wilds of the Sol system is fellow Terran and longtime friend, Big Henry. Big Henry's wilderness wisdom and survival instincts are a good match for Seth's wanderlust, ensuring the Big Spill cook makes it home in one piece. Big Henry has seen the Sol system stem to stern, and knows where not just where wild ingredients can be found, but on which moons isolated homesteaders run self-sustaining farms willing to sell or barter with a seasoned cook like Seth. Seth's willingness to go so far out of his way for fresh ingredients to make the best and healthiest soups he can, and his willingness to simply give that soup away to those in need, and to push those who come to know him to be the best versions of themselves they can, Big Henry sees a kind of strength in Seth's heart which he has come to respect and admire once he recognized the ways he himself has been pushed and grown in the man's company. It's a rare thing for the titanic Terran to find, but Seth has certainly earned the frontiersman's regular company.

If you're ever on Titan, come around to The Big Spill Kitchen, get yourself a bread bowl and enjoy the good vibes of one of the Garden's cozy little secrets. Try the soup of the day- never heard of it? You'll never know if you like it until you give it a try.