What a Fight can Start

[edtosivaree]

Random Neutral SpaceStation, Post War.



Octavia Alexandria sat a bar in the space station sipping on an obviously watered down drink, enjoying the silent conversation her and her stotter where having. Octavia was always perplexed by Taylor, hardly knowing what the woman's voice sounded like despite being inseparable since they were in the war. The older Sarge watched the mildly younger corporal sip on her water, hunched over in her attempt to hide herself from everyone else. Octavia sighed and stood up. "Hey, I'll be right back. Just gotta run to the head" She stated. Taylor just nodded and went back to her drink.



Five minutes later, and the sight Octavia came back to was not a pleasant one at all. Two Kig Yar decided that they were going to bother Taylor, and it made her blood boil. She could hear them going on some speel about Tay being in their spot. Octavia could see the poor girl shaking. Taylor was a skilled soldier, there was no denying that but she was often to afraid to do anything now that the war was over.



Octavia walked over slowly, hardly listening to the words being spoken. She reached out and turned one of the Kig'Yar around by the shoulder and slammed her fist right into it's beaked face. She wasn't the best fist fighter, but these two went too far. It reeled back just as the second one jumped on her back. Just as that happened, Taylor sprung from her chair and joined the brawl. Like clockwork. She wouldn't move if she was in danger, but someone else? No questions were ever asked then.

[Llau]

Arkin Hughes
Former Sergeant Major, ODST Sniper

He was sitting alone at the bar today, and pretty much every day since the war ended. His spotter, the late Gunnery Sergeant Danielle Schmidt was killed in action, following the events that happened on Earth when the Flood attacked. He was there, and so was she, but he managed to survive the battle and continue on until the Human-Covenant War ended. After that, he couldn't continue fighting anymore. So, now he was having a much needed, long vacation for now. At least until he was ready to do something he would enjoy. He drank the bourbon, wincing a little at the burning liquid, and looked around as he watched everyone from his small table near the back of the bar. Soon enough, things were starting to become interesting, as a small fight broke out.

He looked on, noticing how it was two other Humans like him, and two Kig-Yar. He sighed, shaking his head. Maybe he'll break it up, but wasn't so sure yet.

[Faclan]

Eal Tas, T'vaoan wanderer (former Murmillo)
Space Bar on the spaaaace station
Breaking up a fight in hopes of sweet wings and drink.

Looking up from the barbecue chicken wings he was wolfing down Eal rolled his eyes as the raised voices were indeed a fight breaking out in the bar. It was going on nearly a whole day without one. But in mixed species company that was the norm, especially with the war so fresh in so many minds. Eal was still remidned of it even if he haddn't fough in the closing years. His sole remaining flesh hand, his left, pushing aside the basket of wings aside as he stood up to head over to break it up. It wasn't his job or anything but the last time he had stopped a Kig and Human fighting the barman had given him a free bread and meat combo that the Humans just loved to shove everything into. Some kind of hambergal. Weird names for all that Human food. The T'vaoan - still fit and thankfully having grown back all his previous pulled out feathers, quickly sidling up to the fighting group and grabbing the nearest Human female with his normal hand and one of the Kig-Yar with his cold simple mechanical hand and trying to pull them back - both held around the back of their necks.

"Hey!" He cheeped out in English since he had heard all parties speaking it. "Not here where you can break stuff. Go knock each others teeth out in the alley way where no-one will care!" He ended with a hiss as he kept trying to pull them off, though getting the other two to stop fighting would have to wait until the first group moved outside to beat each other.

Eal just wearing normal street clothes today, no visible weapon and not even a hidden knife today. His new hand had the need for a blade taken care of as the Distal Phalange of his three fingers each contained even sharper and sturdier claws that he was born with - just retracted now for safety. Eal having been working on the more refined arts of Kig-Yar clawing since he had finally made it back to his home after ONI.

(Up to you if he grabbed Octavia.)

[edtosivaree]

Octavia and Tay fought the two jackals until it wound up in an odd stalemate. Another Jackal grabbed Octavia from behind which caused Taylor to pause. It also caused the Jackals to pause. Neither side looked like they were coming out of the fight on top, and the only thing that would point to anyone winning is the neutral Jackal. He was neutral though, so there went that. No matter, the fight was for the most part over.

Octavia just checked herself out of the hold, glaring at the two Jackals who she was previously fighting with. "Find your own seats ya bird brains. I dealt with more of you in the war than you could possibly imagine" She said, sitting Taylor back onto her stool. "No offence to you. At least you're not scaring harmless girls over a seat" She added offhandedly to the Jackal who broke up the fight. She would never deny she was racist, but only to those who deserved her racism.

[Faclan]

Eal Tas, T'vaoan wanderer (former Murmillo)
Space Bar on the spaaaace station
Ooooo lookat youuu.

Glaring at the group the T'vaoan was glad that the Ruuthians seemed to either be worried enough of him or worried that they haddn't won the fight yet to pause. So Eal released both of them and rolled his eyes as the Human decide that they needed the last word. He was about to respond before he heard a screech from one of the Ruuthians and he leapt at the female again.

Eal stepped forward as he grabbed the flying Ruuthians chest, did a quick turn while bending over to flip the smaller Kig-Yar over his hip and slam him onto his back on the ground. The breath knocked from the Ruuthian as Eal straighten out his clothes a bit and pointed his metal hand at the other Kig. "I said not in here, now clear off!" The two Ruuthians quickly scampered off before Eal turned back to the Human females while clicking the fingers on his metal hand together. That noise plus his slight glare letting them know that they weren't going to get off without a piece of his mind.

"You assume that we didn't have to deal with your horrors and actions during that Sunk war." He grumbled out at her, raising up his metal hand as he spoke. "And you claim you are 'harmless' and but also boast of your kills - make a choice Human. You can't have everything you want."

[edtosivaree]

Octavia glared at the new Kig'Yar as he addressed her after shooing off the other two. When he mentioned how the Kig'Yar and she assumed the covenant went through horrors akin to the Humans her eyes narrowed, and she face the Kig'Yar head on.

"Harvest, Madrigal, Reach, Harvest, Eridinus II" She stated coldly, poking the Jackal in the chest. "You motherfuckers glassed and killed not only billions of human beings, but you glassed my home planet, along with dozens of others. We only barely made it out with our civilization intact and it was because of the Elites, not the Jackals. Your "Covenant" went on a mass genocide because you didn't like the fact that we existed" She growled.

"You lost an arm. Oooo, so sad" She said, sitting at her chair beside Taylor. "Also, I was talking about my friend here, not myself. Girl wouldn't harm a fly unless it was pointing a gun at her friends. Before you start going on the righteous path about morals, and how the war was just as horrible to the covenant as it was to the humans, remember that the prime tactic you guys held was sit in space on your asses and watch the world burn with everyone on it. Our only fault was not rolling over and dying like you may have wanted us too" She growled, taking a quick swig from her drink which miraculously didn't spill.

((I posted again, simply because I figure Llau would have an easier time stopping another potential fight, then trying to work her way into a "Dealt With" situation. I understand the posting order ^.^))

[Llau]

Arkin Hughes
Former Sergeant Major, ODST Sniper

Hughes kept sipping on his drink, looking on as the two Ruuthians started to attack them again, but was quickly ran off by the T'vaoan with the mechanical hand. He couldn't hear what was said, but it seemed like the T'vaoan had made one of the women angry at the alien who broke up the fight. He sighed, setting the drink down on the table. He really didn't want to get into it with them, since it wasn't any of his business, but as he gazed around the bar, no one seemed to be doing anything, let alone care.

Frowning, he thought, One fight leads to another...

He inhaled a deep breath and slowly exhaled as he stood up to head over to the trio who were arguing about the war. Stopping next to them, he glared at the two. "Hey," he calmly spoke, "Both sides suffered a lot because that's the horror of what war is. It doesn't matter how many were killed from both sides. War shouldn't even be a pissing contest when it comes to death." He turned to Alexandria. "I understand the anger and the sadness of losing family members to the Covenant. So were mine. They were on Tribute, while I was out there fighting when I was an ODST. What's worse than that, is losing a team mate who was very close to me back on Earth...but that was due to the Flood." He winced, shaking his head at the memory that flashed before his eyes.

He glanced at the T'vaoan, and then back to the two women.

"Out of everything that happened throughout this war, The Flood were the worse enemy I've ever encountered. Parasites, who attacked both Humans and the Covenant races indiscriminately," He continued, "And that, is something, I'm more worried about than what the Covenant did...which, a lot of the Covenant believed what their leaders said. As soon as they found out the truth, they fought back. Well, the ones who I was able to fight along side with when the Schism happened anyway. The good news is, a lot of them split from the Covenant. So, that should mean something."

He then shrugged. "But hey, if you three want to continue bickering back and forth about what happened in the past, then ignore what this former sergeant major just told you, and see how long it takes for the owner here to kick you guys out since it's rather tiring to see fights spark between Humans and Aliens who can't seem to move on, and rather be stuck in the past."

[Faclan]

Eal Tas, T'vaoan wanderer (former Murmillo)
Space Bar on the spaaaace station
Getting indignant.

Oh these Human females just couldn't leave well enough alone could they. Eals re-grown feather mane raising up as Octavia continued to speak. Much faster when he was poked as his metal fingers clicked together more as he seemed to be just barely managing to stop himself tackling this female to the ground as she made assumption after assumption. The nerve of this Human female to think she knew so much about Eal and the Kig-Yar to lambaste them even though she herself admitted it was the Sangheili. When she was finally finished he pointed at her in turn with his metal right hand, glaring still.

"You need to check your tongue Human before someone finds reason and chance to remove it - that was the Sangheili's tactic and decision - not the Kig-Yar. Very few of us believed in their foolish dreams and goals and were forced to serve. It was no 'Covenant' of mine. I served in the War as a ground infantry, and only ever attacked your armed combatants. I even offered one of your unarmed combatants food and water and not the death he probably deserved." He shook his metal hand at that. "And this is what I got for showing kindness to you lot! Forty days of torture by your ONeI and being forced to watch my comrades endure the same before being shoved onto a planet to await death!" He took a breath. "And then watching one of us slowly die in pain and sickness for years before Aecor took her, for showing kindness to you scum!"

At this Eal took a step forward, lowering his hand as he gave it a flick as the retracted steel claws slid out with a mechanical click. Eal's eyes full of rage of being reminded of what Roh, Talz, and himself went through. And being there as Talz slowly died despite everything the Kig-Yar tried to do to help. Rage of that and rage at this Human for her assumptions and insulting.

The Human male speaking up made him turn, which gave him just enough time to decide against clawing this female. Yet. As he listened. It was good that he was telling off the female or they would be three Humans he would have to fight before being sent to the hospital himself most likely. But he grabbed his metal wrist and pulled back as the claws retracted back into his fingers, good Gel gift there, before he just turned on his heel and walked back to his table.

"Well said." He hissed out to the Human male as he moved past, annoyed at him for stopping him exacting justice but not nearly as much as the females as he sat back on the seat.

The flood to Eal had been a tale and pictures, which diminished the impact of the mention of them as he went back to munching on his barbecue chicken wings - but shifting his chair enough to keep all those Humans in his view as he ate.

[edtosivaree]

Octavia's lips twitched ever so slightly into a smirk as the Jackal bore the claws on it's metal hand, going on about ONI and the like. She just lifted her hands up. "Bringing weapons to a fist fight huh?" She asked before the Sergeant Major stepped in. Octavia just rolled her eyes. "Yeah yeah yeah, the flood were horrifying parasites that couldn't care less about good or bad. Whatever, Covenant Sympathisers abound, Humans in the wrong over almost being wiped out of existence. Ya know, if you had opened up with 'ONI are pricks' and not tried to give that whole speech about how your side of the war suffered as much as ours, then maybe we could have avoided this. Let's face it, ONI aren't even human at the end of the day. No, you had to play they 'we all suffered equally' card" She said leaning back.

Octavia looked at Taylor for a minute and chuckled. "My girl here has said all of three words since I met her over a decade ago. Her homeworld got burned too. No offence Sergeant Major but I'll take a gamble and say your home world was burned too. Millions of innocent civilians, men, women, and children where cut down by the Glassings. So I apologize if I think you're spouting utter bullshit when you say the Covenant suffered just as greatly as the human did in the war" She said waving her hand dismissively. "At least the flood had a better reason for what they did" she finished.

[LaxKnight]

Eliza 'Dizzy' Harding
Former UNSC Navy Lieutenant, Now Independent Space Trafficker (Truck Driver in Space)
The Space Bar on a Random Station

That was a long ride. Dizzy was a Driver so it wasn't surprising but damn this was long even for her. She didn't realize how long the trek was when she took the job until after she consulted the Nav station in her ship. There was slight regret, especially since she didn't stock up on the booze before she took off. This left her alone on the long Slipspace trip with nothing but her thoughts, memories, and several crates of booze she wasn't allowed to drink. Needless to say, when she finally arrived at the station she couldn't help but cry in joy. Too much hate, too much pain, too many deaths. She couldn't wait to meet the manager. Did she care that it was ran by Grunt? She would be lying if she said she liked aliens. However right now she didn't give a flying fuck right now. He was her favorite person in the galaxy because he gave her a $100 tab at the bar for the timely arrival of the cargo! She burst through the staff entrance with a big old smile hidden on behind her ECH252 enclosed helmet. Clad in her typical drab blue jumpsuit, she made her way to the closest stool and took a seat at the bar. Man today was a good day! 100 cred of free booze! She took off her helmet, revealing a pale brunette with lovely grey-green eyes in her mid-thirties. She set her helmet on the counter and waved over the closest bartender, a Skirmisher. The bartender eyed her, gave an exasperated sigh, and made her way toward her.

"What can I get you?" the bartender asked.

Dizzy thought for a moment. Her thoughts wondered for a moment about whether this bird was a female or male. It was hard. She felt like it was a girl but she can never be too sure. Was that what aliens thought of them? She then realized that the bartender was still eyeing her. She got angry for a moment then realized it was waiting on her. "Sorry," she said with a nervous laugh, "I'll have something strong on draft that won't kill me or make me bleed internally please."

The bartender gave a look that Dizzy didn't agree with but those thoughts disappeared when a brew in a glass appeared before her. It was blue. An eyebrow was raised as she eyed the drink. She sniffed it and smelled the clear scent of alcohol that made her nose tingle but there was something else that she couldn't place. "What is this?" she asked.

"Pek Hitter," the bartender said, "Hits us T’vaoans pretty well and Humans too from what I hear."

Dizzy stared at it a bit more as she weighed the word of this alien to the worth of her life until she ultimate decided fuck it and try it anyway. "To the fallen," she said as raised her glass. It was a little ritual she did before she started a drinking binge to honor her comrades. She then began downing the glass. She recognized the familiar taste of alcohol and something that reminded her of apples but she couldn't place anything else. She noticed in the middle of her chug that the bartender was eyeing her, making her more determined to finish it in one go. After a good minute she put down the drink with not one drop remaining. Dizzy took a breath and braced herself on the counter as she waited for the effects to kick in. She waited...and waited...and waited. Nothing. The bartender nodded approvingly. "Well, you aren't spewing your guts out on the floor so that's a good sign," she jeered.

"Well then another good miss!" Dizzy hooted. As she waited for the next drink she looked around the bar. There were quite a lot Humans and Jackals here. Even a few Grunts in the corner barking at each other. There looks to have been a fight just recently for there were staff cleaning up the mess. She must have just missed it. She couldn't decide whether she was sad that she did or not. On one hand, she enjoyed a good scuffle but on the other she would like to keep her free tab. She enjoyed a good brew after all. Then next to her seemed to be two women, a man, and one of them feathery Skirmishers. They seemed to be having a heated conversation, maybe what caused the last fight. She felt a nudge on her elbow and saw that there was another glass of that blue booze waiting for her. She took the glass and decided to go a bit slower this time. She enjoyed the taste and she didn't want to be too out of it when the first one finally hits. She decided to listen in on what they were talking about. Could be interesting.

[Faclan]

(Welcome Lax  Italics mean alien speek :> )

Eal Tas, T'vaoan wanderer (former Murmillo)
Space Bar on the spaaaace station
Back at the bar.

Rolling his eyes he looked back at the Human female and closed his two thumbs and stuck up his middle remaining finger, a gesture he had learnt that the Humans saw as important somehow even if it was just pointing to him. This was to both prove a point and to flip her off. "Do you see these claws? They are just as capable as slicing into your flesh as the ones in my other hand, just not as durable. You Human put too much emphasis on your 'empty handed fighting' - just jealous you don't have proper claws." Smirking a bit at that he went back to his food, keeping all the Humans in his visible range as he did so.

This female Human really was full of herself - seemingly seeing herself as the most important person in the room. Thinking that the Covenant hadn't scorned the Kig-Yar people through the thousand and more years they had been forced to follow them. She needed to get off her high horse and stop blaming the groundlings for the actions of those head-in-the-clouds Sangheili. If she wanted to rail against them Eal would have been happy to join in. But now he just disliked her and her little silent friend who probably thought the same. And then she had to go and be rude to the Human male. Clearly she just didn't want to make any friends or connections in the tavern tonight. Making Eal wonder why she had even shown up tonight unless she had just wanted to get into a fight. Typical Human military then.

Glancing down at his flesh hand grabbed at nothing Eal found his basket of chicken wings were all gone, bones and all. Too good Bone health and all that. So he scooped up the basket and made his way toward a bar. To see the bar man serving another Human female. Eal sure hoped this one wasn't as foolish as the other as he sat at the bar with the empty basket in front of him. The T'vaoan barman took it and slipped it under the bar before nodding at Eal. "Whata'l have Eal, more wings?" He cheeped at Eal in the Kig-Yar language - not surprising these days for barmen or other social type workers to know multiple languages.

"Claw of Undertow, Caz," Eal responded in their language back as he nodded at the Human female he was sat next too, setting his metal hand on the bar as his other hand reached into his pocket.

Caz nodded and dipped under the bar before bringing out a normal sized glass and then pouring a purple green liquid into it before sliding it over to Eal, who handed over his PP to have the Gekz amount for the drink removed, before taking it back and slipping it back into his pocket. With his flesh had no unoccupied he grabbed the glass of Undertow and took a few gulps before setting the 3/4's full glass back on the bar. Wondering of tonight would have more surprises for him.

[LaxKnight]

Eliza 'Dizzy' Harding
Former UNSC Navy Lieutenant, Now Independent Space Trafficker (Truck Driver in Space)
The Space Bar on a Random Station


Dizzy was enjoying her drink, around half empty now, when she heard a thud as someone took a seat next to her. She turned groggily to see who it was. The visage of the stranger didn’t hit her for a good moment until she realized it was a Jackal. Her eyes grew wide with surprise for a moment before the thought struck her that maybe the drink was getting to her. She was no lightweight but she figured that’s what you get for messing with alien grub. When the Jackal spoke to the bartender in their language Dizzy gave an annoyed scoff before taking another drink. She hated when people spoke another language in her company, a courtesy extended to both aliens and other Humans alike. She always assumed they were talking smack about her and it was just simply rude. Sure they could just be asking for a cup of coffee or wings but who knows?

Her eyes then drifted to the metal arm they wielded. Her curiosity was perked as theories about how he(?) got it. She stared for a minute before looking up to the owner then asked, “Excuse me. Are you a pirate? ‘Cause if you are, I'll buy you a drink if you don't raid me when I leave.”

Her speech indicated she was obviously feeling the drink a bit but sounded serious, serious for a buzzed person anyway. It was hard to tell because she was having a hard time telling herself.

[Faclan]

Eal Tas, T'vaoan wanderer (former Murmillo)
Space Bar on the spaaaace station
...Are you serious right now?

It didn't take long for Eal to notice that the new female was staring at him. Well more so staring at his metal hand. Not anything out of the ordinary as nearly everyone was drawn to it when they first saw him. What was out of the ordinary however was just how long she stared at it. Eal looking up her face to see the tell tale signs of intoxication. Great. Now he would have to deal with more rowdy and/or annoying Human females today. It was like being back on Eayn in a Keep during a party.

She then opened her mouth and spewed fourth her question and offer of a drink. Eal's face was mostly sour at both of them but internally he didn't really know what to think of this. Was she trying to come onto him right now? The way she said it made it seem like it was something more than robbery that she was worried about. And asking of he was a pirate out of the blue? The nerve of some people! He was a...well he wasn't a banker right now. Wasn't anything really besides doing off jobs for some of his clans contacts as he tried to figure out what he wanted to do. But the female was still there and he needed to focus on that for now.

So he raised up his hand to flex and curl the fingers a little so she could see its interiors working - the glove Eal would put over it to work in a pouch on his belt now - before responding. "No, I'm not a pirate. I got this because I was captured by your UNSC after sparing an ONeI's life. ONeI then took my hand and tortured myself and two of my fellows for our troubles before leaving us on a planet to die." It was certainly one interpretation of the events, and one Eal was a bit surprised he just up and said, the Undertow was probably having an affect on himself too. But with that said he let the metal appendage clack quietly back onto the bar and took another gulp. No response to her offer of a drink however, though judging by how much of his mug was already gone he would be needing a new one soon.

(Possible way Eal can look now, copyright AetheriumDreams from Deviantart - but found this pic awhile ago and found it awesome :3 Probably not that much of his arm is metal but it gets the point across, the work glove I think a good idea but Eal has it off when hes not working, so its easier to claw if needed.)

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[BetaWülf]

Levocus, Jiralhanae
Patron of the bar
What the hell?

Levocus walked through the sliding mechanized door of his favorite bar on the station. He always seemed to enjoy himself there, have a drink, hang out, then head home for some recreation. Gaming, painting, sending messages to his family back on Doisac. He preferred the gaming. He was nearer to the top of the leader boards on this sectors server of Immortal Warriors, the Ultra War DLC specifically.

However, as he entered the bar it was far from the usual. A couple Humans were standing around, their skins darker and brighter than usual. Opposite of them was a Kig-Yar, the fluffier kind, holding up a prosthetic hand. He listened as the Kig-Yar spoke of how  he got it, ONI torturing him and his buddies. Made Levocus grimmace.

He sighed, shaking his head. The whole bar was filled with the scent of anger, pungent and annoying to the Jiralhanae. Couldn't get a drink without someone bringing up the damn War. Leave that shit buried in the past where it belongs was Levocus's motto. Besides, he just got off work from a hard days labor of cargo storing, he just wanted a drink and a good time. Not a warzone between him and the bar. He wasn't surprised he saw some Ruuhtians scampering off just before he arrived.

Trying to ignore the bickering morons, Levocus made his way to the bar, waving at the bartender with a smile. He was a regular, after all. He sat next to a Human woman, leaving an empty seat between them so as to not make her uncomfortable.

"Evenin' barkeep, I'll have some of the red stuff as usual" Levocus said, referring to the noxious red brew that was lethal to other species, "Evening Miss" Levocus said to the Woman politely with a nod of his head.

"Hey barkeep" Levocus said quietly "what's going on over there with the reptile and the smaller simians?" he asked half curious, half worried.

[Llau]

Arkin Hughes
Former Sergeant Major, ODST Sniper

He looked over at the woman when she rolled her eyes at him, and then slowly shook his head in annoyance. Whatever. He tried. Nothing else he could do. He shrugged his shoulders a little, and then walked over to the bar to order himself a beer. He then wandered back over to sit at a small table, far away from everyone else. No point in arguing with someone who acted like that. he wasn't in much of a mood to converse with anyone right now, but maybe later. Right now, silence will be his best option. 

(needed to exit him out since Fac and I talked, and I'm bringing Mike in...should be a lot more fun. :3 )

Commander Michelangelo Moretti
ONI Tactical Field Operator
Oh, hey there, pal...
Tag(s): Faclan


He didn't think he'd still be working with ONI post-war, but...there he was...still working with them. He loved it, really. He enjoyed every moment of it. His favorite thing to do though, was going into the outer colonies, disguised as a civilian, and doing small black ops mission assignments, like destabilization. Always fun; especially when it had something to do with aliens. He gazed around as he walked into the bar, wearing a fancy piece of eye-wear created by ONI, which had a HUD programmed into it. Moretti could really pass off as an Innie if he wanted to as he wandered in; some high-tech one with his tac-pad strapped over his sleeve.

He was also wearing a black leather jacket over a black shirt, black fatigues, and black combat boots, as well as finger-less gloves that had steel plating along the back of his hand and steel discs over his knuckles. They were an interesting piece of equipment, like his eye-wear, and something he would wear with his ONI uniform sometimes, especially since they had a “stun” type of defense, like a shock baton or a taser. He had his pistol secured in his thigh holster, and had his two trusty Karambit knives hidden beneath his jacket in their shoulder harness.

Why was he here though? Why walk into a bar that was occupied by both humans and aliens alike? It certainly wasn't for the drinks, at least not right now. What better place to create strife between humans and aliens than a bar? The atmosphere around the bar was ripe with anger and tension already. They may seem like all the species were trying to get along, but it was ignorant to think that way.

“Perfect,” he whispered happily.

A small, mischievous grin slowly spread across his lips as he studied his surroundings. There were humans and some aliens standing or sitting around, but the Kig-Yar talking to the two women caught his attention. He stared at the T'vaoan long and hard, and when he noticed the mechanical hand, he blinked in surprise. The grin faded for a moment as he realized who that could be. His smile returned, but this time it was a little bit malicious.

If that is who I think it is...he thought to himself.

He had to check. He pressed a small button on the side of his HUD eyeglasses, and the HUD scanned the Kig-Yar for a few seconds before bringing up the alien's identification. He chuckled lightly, heading over to the Kig-Yar. He approached, and stopped a couple of feet away from Eal. Grinning a little, he focused on him, and said,

“Subject 11032...nice to see that you found a way to get off that one planet I dumped your damn chicken asses on,” He then asked, “How about the other two? Did they live too?" He snapped his fingers as he pretended to remember about a small detail that happened.  "Oh! Wait...wait...hmmm...” He laughed quietly.

He shook his head, resting his hands on his hips. “Right. I forgot. Talz...tough break for her since she got the worst of it. I'm sure she's chicken soup for the worms now.”

[LaxKnight]

Eliza 'Dizzy' Harding
Former UNSC Navy Lieutenant, Now Independent Space Trafficker (Truck Driver in Space)
The Space Bar on a Random Station

The surprise and disgust the Skirmy showed was lost on the buzzed Dizzy. Instead her focus was on the arm as he flexed it to show it off. What he said only reached her in bits and pieces but she caught that he wasn’t a pirate and that the UNSC caught him then ONI tortured him. It took her a good moment to process it a few times before she came to a verdict. “Well, that sucks,” was all she could muster from her thinking, “I ain't gonna lie, I'm not a big fan of aliens but A. One is paying for my tab and B. Just about everyone, even us Humans, can agree that ONI is filled with a bunch of asshats.”

Turning to the bartender Dizzy called, “Hey barkeep, get this...being(?) another drink. On me.”

Before she could inquire further about life stories and stuff a newcomer with a fancy eye piece in all black like he was some kind old ass agent wannabe walks up to the Skirmy. They seem to know each other though not in a good way, something that was clear even with her judgement clouded. She managed to hear what the old geezer said and she felt...angry. She wasn't sure why for she just met this miserable Skirmy and didn't really care for him. Maybe it was his tone of voice getting her on edge? Could it be that he was giving a douchey vibe? When she thought about it more though she came to the conclusion that this man was jeopardising her chance of actually being able to finish off her tab before getting kicked out by trying to get a rise out of the Skirmy. If there was a fight, then she would have to get involved and if she got involved she would most likely end up getting kicked out and if she got kicked out, no more free booze.

Dizzy leaned forward to get a better look at Agent Douchebag, gave him a not-to-kind glare, and said, “Who the fuck are you, prick?”

[Faclan]

Caz Eox, T'vaoan barkeep. Left the Gauntlet in the backroom.

Rolling his eyes at Eal's story Caz just went back to cleaning out some of the glasses in case more people showed up interesting in drink. Which turned out to be a good move as Levocus, Jiralhanae electronic gaming wizard, ambled into the bar. Caz greeting him with a wave as he set down the normal sized glass he was cleaning and dipped under the bar as he grunted and pulled up a larger proper Jiralhanae sized mug. He was pretty sure he knew what Levvy would want but better to wait and be sure as pouring that much of the wrong drink would be costly. But soon the order was filed and Caz nodded as he hefted the mug off the bar and back to the drink dispensers and soon had that sweet red pouring into it. Caz making sure to tilt the mug so there was less splash and less chance for him accidentally drinking any. He didn't plan on going to the hospital tonight. And when the mug finally full he hefted it in both hands back to the bar and set it down in front of Levvy just in time to hear his question. The T'vaoan shrugging a bit as he tilted his head to the side before responding.

"She's not holding the Midnight well Levvy, and her lips are getting very loose. She straight up asked Eal if he was a pirate and was willing to buy her safety with drink. I found it quite funny." He said, smiling now but speaking quietly so as not to let the other two easily hear him before continuing - only half registering that a new person had just entered the bar. "Seems fine now though - hopefully it'll stay that way." Caz finished before he scooted to the side to look past the large form of Levocus to focus on the new guest to his bar. And his feathers immediately started to raise up...Humans wearing that much black and so openly wearing weapons wern't generally a good sign. Caz slipping a hand under the bars counter top as he took out one of the six human magnums he had under it from its holster. All the guns loaded with stun rounds but evenly spaced so he could grab one from any place along the bar as he watched this new one.

Especially after he smirked up a storm and started to stride toward Eal, knowing that Eal would be on edge after the fight and being insulted by the other Humans so far and ready to shoot them both if needed. He could apologies to Eal later but wouldn't be having damage to his bar. The barman also hoping that his camera was catching this.

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Eal Tas, T'vaoan wanderer (former Murmillo)
Space Bar on the spaaaace station
Urge to kill 100%.

Eal didn't know why, but this Human female made him smile. Just the simple agreement with him that it 'sucked' as in was a bad time was good. Nice to finally have some agreement and simple at that. No clarifications or saying that it was good the pain he barely lived through but just simple yes. And she was willing to get him more drink too? Great! And she hated ONI? Even better!

"I appreciate that, and thanks for the drink - I could say the same for your Humans but I try to remember that not all of you are little shits."

SPEAKING OF....in a moment.

He did roll his eyes a bit at Caz and the big ape talking but was still smiles until he noticed something black on the edge of his peripheral, stopping just out of reach and just standing there. Spinning on the stool to face this new mystery person surprise surprise it was a Human again. The face and voice however Eal didn't place right away, same with the identification number as back then he didn't know a lick of English. He started out by thinking that this was just some Human who thought he was hard trying to make him angry. But ooooh boy as Mike kept talking did Eal remember. The grip on his glass getting muuch tighter until Eal's flesh hand finally clenched entirely and shattered it. Probably cutting up his hand something fierce as the T'vaoan's eyes were full of fury and his feathers fully erect. Not even taking time to slide the metal claws out of his prosthetic Eal's feet gripped and shoved off the stool hard as he flung himself bodily at Mike despite cries from Caz. All Eal seeing now was the Human. Human Mike the betrayer and murderer.

"I'll tear out your fucking throat murderer!" Would be a rough approximation of what Eal screamed out at the top of his lungs as he flew towards Mike, claws and metal hand poised to tear him to shreds. Probably just as the ONI wanted. Talz's name was in that scream at some point too, but it was mostly just screaming for death, Mikes death, that for Eal had been way to long coming for the evil, pain, and death he caused.

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Caz had pulled out one of the many bar defense pistols in the middle of the Humans little spiel, and was about to tell him to get his ass outside and never come back for speaking to his regulars like that. Especially to someone who Caz knew had suffered a lot over the past years. But even he was stunned when the Human just so casually spoke about a Kig becoming 'chicken soup' like that. But he was brought back to the present when he saw Eal coil down and then leap at full force at this Human while screaming as loud as he could. The stun pistol in Caz's hand bring raised up and fired as soon as he can as he tried to nail both Eal and the Human in black while also asking for assistance.

"Levvy! Stop them!" He cheeped out, half in a hopeful mewl and anger that this was happening again tonight! Caz also gesturing at the Human female to help as he hoped that if he did miss he didn't hit any passer bys.

This isn't what he needed now...he was already on thin ice with the Station Staff about keeping his bar.

(Had fun with this one :> Poor Caz n Eal :< )

[Llau]

Commander Michelangelo Moretti
ONI Tactical Field Operator
Now, now...don't be so violent...
Tag(s): Faclan, LaxKnight

(And Mike isn't even an old geezer, Lax. :v )

Moretti kept his focus on the Kig-Yar as he has yet to turn around to face him, but he did hear what Harding said. He grinned a little, deciding that he won't ignore her, since she already thinks he's being a prick. He'll just give her more of a reason to hate him. Should be rather fun and interesting to see what he can do in this bar, especially since his old friend is here.

He mildly replied to her, sounding rather arrogant and not to mention rude to her as he spoke. “Hi, alien sympathizer. Was I talking to you? Are you mentally challenged and can't use your brain to process that I'm talking to my old friend here and not you?” While adding, “You should keep your mouth shut while you're ahead, girl.”

He briefly glanced over at her, giving her a grin and a wink before Eal broke the glass he was holding. He returned his attention to him, tilted his head slightly, like a curious puppy, and pouted.

“That poor glass, Eal...it had a family...” He said as he took several steps back, knowingly waiting for the T'vaoan to attack.

The field operator smirked, eyes wild with excitement as the bird flung himself off of the stool, toward him; shouting, "I'll tear out your fucking throat, murderer!" which his translator ear-piece picked up.

“Has anyone ever told you to...” He side-stepped out of Eal's path, and punched him hard in the side; sending an electric current into the alien's body as the steel-covered knuckles of his glove made contact with his body. ”...not throw yourself at someone like that?”

He looked down at his arm when he felt something graze the sleeve of his jacket, and then glanced over at Caz and his pistol. He briefly smirked, glaring at him as he pointed at the barkeep before returning his attention on Eal.

“Eal, Eal, Eal...” He shook his head in disappointment. “Is that how you greet your old friend?”

[edtosivaree]

Octavia and Taylor both decided that continuing with the chicken was a really bad idea. Aliens were starting to outnumber humans, and what humans there were had bleeding hearts for everyone but humans it seemed. Then they heard someone walk into the bar and start shit with the exact same jackal as before. The two turned just in time to see Eal attack the man and the Bartender shoot at them both. Both Octavia and Taylor had hands on weapons at the gunshot.

"Yeah, that's about it for me. If the Bartender can hold fire long enough, we are leaving before this turns into a firefight" Octavia stated coolly, getting up. "Jesus, scolding us for fighting, and just fucking leaps at someone. Not even the Brutes are as bad as these mindless chickens" She spat, looking at Eal. They finally made it to the exit and slipped out.

Taylor made some gestures to Octavia, who just shook her head. "No, I don't really want to go back to the ship. Haven't spent enough time off it, and I'm really not drunk enough yet" She said, frowning a bit. Taylors shoulders slumped in a mock sigh, before looking around. A couple more hand gestures, and Octavia nodded. "Yeah, I really don't care if aliens are there or not. So long as they don't try telling me the Covvies had it worse than Humans. Dumbass bird in their had it so wrong. But hey, I tried to tell him I had no problems with him specifically, and that if he didn't say the covenant as a whole suffered as much we wouldn't have had a problem. It seriously has to be in their blood or something. Have we met a smark Jackal yet?" She asked. Taylor just shrugged.

[LaxKnight]

Eliza 'Dizzy' Harding
Former UNSC Navy Lieutenant, Now Independent Space Trafficker (Truck Driver in Space)
The Space Bar on a Random Station

Yup. Straight prick. Called it even when her judgement isn’t the best. Who the fuck was he to call her an alien sympathizer? Dizzy lost more friends to those fucks than this snob. And NO ONE tells her to keep her mouth shut! She gulped the rest of her drink as fire boiled her alcohol tainted blood. She had several words to say to this fucker when the Skirmy leaped out of his seat to attack the douche but he sidestepped out of the way and punched him in the side. Was the booze getting to her or was there a spark of electricity? He then went on to being an all around asshole. She then noticed the Bartender holding a gun, asking the Brute to help and motioning for her help too.

Dizzy slammed her glass on the counter and got out of her seat. She pointed a mean finger at the man with a sneer on her face. “Hey you fuck! I lost people in the war to these fucks but at least these aliens are nice enough to give me a tab. You just come waltzing in here, interrupting a conversation I was already having with him thank you very much, and trying to start shit! Typical fucking Innie lover! I have no love for aliens but at least they’re better than fucking Innie cowards and ignorant civvies!” she yelled then finished, “Now I’m sure he doesn’t want to talk to your stuck up ass and since the Barkeep is pointing a gun at you you’re no longer welcome here. Now run along and drink with your anarchist friends before shit gets real, which no one in here wants, especially me because I want to finish my tab for once.”

[BetaWülf]

Levocus, Jiralhanae
Patron of the bar
Ruined After Work Drink

Levocus growled to himself, shaking his head. But then a Rukt damned jerk walked in and started something. Of course. Something about this new dude being ONI? And being partially responsible for the Kig-Yar being tortured? So this guy was ONI? Someone yelling he's an Innie lover? So... is he an Innie or not? Levocus didn't like Innies, they always started shit, rowdy loud mouths. Levocus heard a funny joke about them once, Innies and Outties.

They they started fighting, and ruining Levocus's evening. Caz shot them both though with a stun gun, but Levocus was pissed. He slammed his noxious red drink in one swig, slamming the tankard down as he stood up with snarl that filled the room. Now they had nearly ten feet of well muscled and pissed off pseudo ursine simian on their hands.

"You two assholes just had to have your little bitch fit in here, didn't you? I work hard all week, the majority of every day. And when I get off work, after hauling cargo with my bare hands that other species need a forklift to move, I come here to relax. But no, you jerks had to ruin my day. And you know what I hate the most? When people treat other people like shit" Levocus said as he stood next to the also enraged Human Woman who had been insulted, whose treatment he referred to at the end of his sentence.

Levocus grabbed the two stun gunned idiots by the collars of their respective shirts, hoisting them at arms length from himself several feet off the ground. He walked them both out the door and tossed them to either side of the door on the outside of the building. "Get a grip you shit heads" Levocus said, tossing them lightly enough they wouldn't break anything(probably), but hard enough they wouldn't bounce back up to start a fight with him(hopefully).

"Sorry Caz, but I'm heading to a different bar tonight, first round's on me for anyone who wants to come along and not be a dick, regardless of species" Levocus said as he ducked his head back through the doorway.

It wasn't long before the long strides of the Jiralhanae caught him up to the two Humans that had left the Bar when the new arrival showed up. "Hey guys, sorry about what happened a minute ago, I promise we're not all assholes here" Levocus said, offering a small smile, "I'm heading to a different bar if you'd care to join me, first round's on me for anyone who's just out to get buzzed and have fun" Levocus offered with a grin.

[edtosivaree]

Octavia and Taylor were still having their seemingly half a discussion, when suddenly a Brute approached them. After their altercation in the bar, and the natural instincts drilled into them during the war anyone with eyes could see they were conflicted. They visibly tensed up, each breath being cut short. They were both obviously tense, but Taylor took a glance at Octavia and started making further hand gestures.

"Yea, I know" She said before looking at the brute. She forced herself to relax again before nodding a little. "Yeah... Sure. Sorry, we don't get off our ship very often if at all. Still not really used to being approached by Brutes" She said cautiously. "Or Jhil... Jilh... I can't even try to pronounce that" She continued, her hand moving away from her waist.

"Yeah, me and him already had our fair share of problems. Stuck his foot in his mouth after two other Jackals were hassling my friend here" She pointed to Taylor who had migrated to stand behind Octavia much like a nervous child would. "Don't mind her, she isn't very good around anyone at all. Still haven't figured out why" She finished.

[Faclan]

Eal Tas, T'vaoan wanderer (former Murmillo)
Thrown outside the spaaaace bar.
Sinking shock fetish again...

Had Eal been thinking any sort of clear he would have thought that leaving the ground to tackle was a bad idea. Because what was happening was going to pretty much 100% happen. And it did. The Human Mike sliding to the side and then sending a blow his way. A blow that hurt waaaay harder than it should have and made Eal scream in pain and just collapse to the ground. The pistol stun round jamming into his shoulder blade not helping either.

The T'vaoan twitching and kicking his legs as he fought for breath with his arms wrapped around his chest, curling up on the floor of the bar. The electric attack from both people bringing all those ONeI memories into very clear focus at that was their favorite method of attack then as it seemed to be now. And Eal wasn't taking it well at all. And when lifted off the ground he was mostly limp besides the twitches and was still just trying to breath. So when he was thrown he tumbled and rolled before just laying out flat. Probably doing much better than Mike was as his metal hand slowly scratched at the stations floor and people moved all about. The T'vaoan's eyes closed as he tried to breath.


Caz Eox, T'vaoan barkeep. No plz?

The Human seemed to not try to kick or further attack Eal so Caz stopped firing, but he was very glad that Levvy was more than happy to remove them from his establishment. Trouble wouldn't be good. But then Levvy said he was going to leave?! That would be nearly just as bad! But then Levvy was already gone, out the door. The T'vaoan umming and ahhing as he looked to the Dizzy female lady and set a bottle of the drink she was having beside her before he nodded.

"Stay here please, if the Station staff see people leaving I may loose this place. The fights will be bad enough!" And with that he vaulted over the bar, sliping the pistol into his vest out of sight, and slid outside the door. Quickly spotting the large hulking mound that was Levocus, thankfully not too far away as he called out to him - trying to not be too loud to draw more terrible attention to his establishment. While also doing his best to ignore the in black Human and Eal.

"Levocus! And umm...you two Human females? Could you please come back?" Tapping the middle claws on his hands together he thought about the best way to say this without telling too much but eventually just said it to get it out of the way. "I kind of need the good business to keep the place...So please come back? We can still have a nice night."

[Llau]

Commander Michelangelo Moretti
ONI Tactical Field Operator
Getting kicked out of the bar already? I have a new record.
Tag(s): Faclan, LaxKnight



“Hey you fuck! I lost people in the war to these fucks but at least these aliens are nice enough to give me a tab. You just come waltzing in here, interrupting a conversation I was already having with him thank you very much, and trying to start shit! Typical fucking Innie lover! I have no love for aliens but at least they’re better than fucking Innie cowards and ignorant civvies!” She yelled then finished, “Now I’m sure he doesn’t want to talk to your stuck up ass and since the Barkeep is pointing a gun at you you’re no longer welcome here. Now run along and drink with your anarchist friends before shit gets real, which no one in here wants, especially me because I want to finish my tab for once.”

Moretti slowly turned around to look over his shoulder at Harding after watching Eal flail around like a fish in pain. He smirked at her before finally turning completely around and took several steps over to her while he replied in amusement.

“I'm an Innie, huh?” He stopped right in front of her. Leaning down, he whispered loud enough for her to be the only one who hears him. “You think I'm an Innie? A civvie?” He grinned. “Good...that's the look I was going for...” He trailed off, reading information that was coming up onto his HUD about her. “Ah...former UNSC Navy Lieutenant. Eliza 'Dizzy' Harding. What are you doing with your life right now, ever since you left the military, hm? Oh. A trucker in space? How quaint.”

He glanced back at the T'vaoan barkeep, and then back at her. Not impressed. “I don't give a fuck if he does have his gun pointing at me,” he scoffed, “And before shit gets real huh? Oooo...” He laughed at her darkly, and added, “I like you.”

Before he could continue being an asshole toward her, or do anything to her or to Eal, he felt someone taller and larger than him grab him by the back of his jacket and lifted him several feet up off the ground. His eyes widen a little in surprise as he was hauled out of the bar and then thrown to the ground. He grunted when he landed on his back, and glared up after several seconds passed to watch a Jiralhanae walking away after talking to him, Eal, and then Caz. He sat up, glancing over at Eal for a few moments to see that the T'vaoan was still laying on the ground and trying to breathe, and then Moretti sat him to look on for a bit as Caz walked out of the bar to try and talk the three who walked out to return and to keep everyone else from leaving.

He slowly grinned. “Aww...free drinks throughout the night might help...” he muttered, standing up to his feet, and then glaring down at Eal with his hands clenched into fists; smiling maliciously.

He slowly walked closer to him, circling around his prey for a bit before kicking him slightly in the side. “I should have killed you three...” He sneered as he muttered under his breath angrily.

He crouched down beside Eal, and studied him for a moment or two. He then rested his hand on the back of the T'vaoan's shoulder as he leaned down close enough to whisper into his ear hole as his other hand reached up to slip out one of the Karambit knives from the shoulder harness in case he needed to use it; though, he really wanted to use it anyway.

“It's because of you, Roh, and Talz that I was punished for going against my orders and freeing you three fucking chickens,” he whispered coldly, “You three and my own frailty...my own moral convictions caused me great agony and grief. I was rather pathetic.” He sat back, keeping his eyes on him with a small grin forming. “Not anymore...” He briefly patted him on the back.

He flipped the Karambit around in his hand, and his eyes shifted over to Eal's mechanical hand. He shifted around, and grabbed it with his free hand to inspect it. While he was speaking, he figured out how it worked.

“Something you should know about me, Subject 11032...I love tinkering with gadgets...create them, make them better, take them apart and see how they work. It's a hobby of mine, really. I would have became a mechanical engineer if I didn't join the Navy...much less ONI, but at least it's still a nice hobby.” A small smile.

Once he figured out how it worked, he disabled it by unscrewing a couple of screws from the wrist and one from the mechanical digits so he wasn't able to extend the claws. Grinning a little, he carelessly dropped the now useless hand back to the space station's floor, and stood up while he threw the screws into a trash compactor near by.

“Whoops...sorry...” He smiled apologetically, but he was far from apologizing.

[edtosivaree]

Octavia heard the Jackal Bartender approach and rolled her eyes. Great. Just wonderful. She went to say something before the jackal started to ask them to return to the bar. Taylor had already tried to hide behind Octavia from the two of them now, her trying to look anywhere but at either the two aliens. Narowing her eyes a bit she sighed. "Well, we can come back on two conditions. The first, we start off on a new tab. Second, if I see anyone, and I mean anyone bothing my girl here... It'll be shoot first ask questions later. She ain't harming no one by sitting down quietly at your bar and shouldn't be treated like she is" Octavia stated firmly. "I could just do what I did last time, but that's really messy and I'm sure you got a disposal system" She added, smiling a little.