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"Oh, a new hat? Let's see it then." Aeris had said softly with a smile, taking the second hat off her first oneand looked it over. It seemed like an old newsboy's cap, with a little bit of plasma burns atop it. She smiled and nodded to Bluetoof, placing it atop her head and handing him her captain's hat. "Make sure that one gets back in the hat stash." she told the ork before glancing around. It seemed there were quite a few who wanted to join, from the ones crowded around her to two standing near her navigator - Lach. She grinned. "Lighten up, Shriek. We're about to have some fun."

One of the men who weren't crowded around the captain slammed his bottle down and stood up, waltzing over to the captain and her trio of guards - the third being an Astartes in tarnished scout armor with a shotgun slung over his shoulder - and got right up into her face. "Heyr, pretty. You shure you should have a shi-ip?" he asked, quite obviously drunk as his breath wafted in the captain's smirking face. "How's about-" he was cut off with a grunt as Aeris suddenly pulled her sword out of the hilt just enough to jam the hilt into his gut, stealing away his breath. After that, she backed up and slammed her food into his chest, sending him flying backwards into a table where he spilled all the drinks.

The beings at that table grunted and picked him up just to throw him against the bar. He slammed his fist down and threw a bottled he grabbed across the room. He missed horribly and hit a large human man in the back, who turned around and threw a punch at a nearby Sslyth who he assumed had done it himself. ( @Wata )

As the bar started to devolve into a brawl, Aeris giggled and shook her head. "Well oops, how did that happen?" she asked innocently. "If you want to join my crew, you'd better get rid of all this rabble!" she said to everyone near her, prospective and crew member alike. "But no fighting one another." she winked and took Varl's hand. "You don't seem the type to join into a fight, Mister Varl. But I would be glad to make your acquaintance.. come over here." she said, pulling him away to a corner to watch the ensuing fight. "So, you're skilled with medical procedures? I must admit that's a skillset I desperately need.."

"Got it Malrak," Felana said getting up as she began moving with him to find the captain, Until a all out brawl started. "Malrak got a idea that may not be safe for our health think you can create a fire ball that lights a lot of these drunken chaps aflame?" Felena asked as she took out her pistol in one hand shoved her helmet upon her head with another before grabbing out her chainsword. @TuskatheDaemonKilla Felana kept guard over Malark and herself keeping eye on who got near them and began readying to fire upon anyone that looked like they were gonna attack them.

Goramor was in the middle of playing cards, with a good hand too when some fool decided it was a good idea to punch a Sslyth, one of Goramor's size too. He slammed the cards on the table and "stood up".
"Sure, let's do this then. Cards were getting boring anyway."
With both left hands he grabbed the man by the shirt and hurled him at the table. His right hands grabbed a bar stool and bashed the man with it violently a couple of times, blood splattering about the place. He dropped the bar stool on top of him and cracked all his knuckles.
"Is this a bar brawl or a tea party? Who's next?"

Malrak's eye twitched when all of a sudden the bar erupted into a brawl and used his powers to send a wave of kinetic energy in front of him knocking down many of the brawlers. He then walked forward for a moment (stepping on several people he just knocked down) and looked up at the Astartes in scout armor who was one of the Eldar captain's bodyguards. "Excuse me but could you hold this for a moment? I don't want him being harmed." He said as he handed the cage to the large man carefully as the bird cawed at the violence around him. Confident the Astates would be responsible for his favorite bird Malrak turned around back to the carnage. "I could attempt it but I'm not sure starting a fire inside this place is a good idea Felana. Then again I suppose it is a worthy experiment."

With that Malrak inhaled deeply and grasped his staff tightly for a moment and then uttered some work in the language of daemons and a bolt of fire came from his mouth under the hood and hit one of the men getting up after he had knocked him over. Naturally the daemonic fire of tzeentch exploded after hitting him and the fire spread to others. The flames were that of tzeentch, the very same that the daemons use and it was beautiful to Malrak. So many colors swirling at once as they burned, he smiled as the men screamed.
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@BadDo9

Searus tilted her head to the side as she observed the chaos around her. The conditions of her contract were less than ideal but she had dealt with worst back in the forge world. She could always change it later or go find another opportunity further on in time. The bigger problem would be to make this chaos into a productive and positive for her if not for others experience. With that in mind, she moved towards targets that held interesting pieces of tech on them.

With her MIU in full operation, she used her free mechatendrils to shove, push and shoot her way to her targets. The first one already a corpse thanks to the captain unceremoniously had his body searched for anything she found interesting, the second one was, however, alive but that was never a problem that couldn’t be solved easily. Humming in tune with a war chant being played in her cortex she used her ballistic mechatendril to shoot any flying object aimed at her while her medical mechnatendril meant to save lives took pleasure in taking it slicing anyone foolish enough or unlucky enough to block her. Oh dear, me she thought as it occurred to her that she hadn’t agreed with the captain so she amplified her voice and said to the captain nearby.

“Oh Captain I agree with your terms and will comply but do be aware my study of relic’s may occur first before being handed over to you. It's all up to who the omnishiea calculates to be 1st in finishing new knowledge. If that’s too much then we can talk after”

Releived to have a target that wasnt a a crew mate , Bluetoof let out a Bellowing Warcry before turning the Rokk up to max volume bottles and small objects shaking and bouncing with the sound or Hard Orky Rokk "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHH !!!" With mandatory Ork warcry out of the way bluetoof began krumpin' gitz like a proppa ork

Taking his spanner in hand he brought the oversized tool down upon a poor patron's head the lunk of metal turning skull into shrapnel and grey matter into decorations on nearby tables and the ork itself. Wheeling about quickly the spanner slammed another in the chest caving in the rib-cage partially before Bluetoof jammed his fist into their jaw sending their head upwards after which he opened his maw of large blue-hued teeth and bit down on their neck blood flying as the ork ripped away their jugular and windpipe completely torn away. "HEHEHEHAHAHAHA NOW DIS IS A PROPPA FIGHT" the ork said flipping a table for no real reason

It was always so wrongly assumed that scavangers are thieves. A vulture that keeps at the edges of whatever society is barely a part of, descending upon those dead or dying to appropriate them of their wordly possessions.

Such sentiments were not only made by the misinformed but by malicious as well!

The prospect of scavanging when the junk layers of merest survival were removed, kept within itself an idealistic treasure. A core idea that all items have within themsleves a value we all give it, and when such owner passess away, another comes and breathes new life into it, thus in a way keeping all the previous ones alive.

With a burning sensation in his throat, followed by sudden numbness that all seasoned drinkers have, Ananius finished his drink and just in time too! A chair and a body flew by him, managing not the ruffle those at the bar, but also smash some bottles of amasec.

As he extinguished his lho-stick on the amasec puddle that formed on the bar counter, he summarized the lofy sentiments he has just concocted. Surely all scavangers did it at some point of their lives, foolish or not? Moralizing - he called it. It was a clear sign he had one glass too many, and none too soon considering that this tavern is going to just run dry judging by the brawl that broke out.

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With a sigh and practised ease of someone who has participated in one too many brawl fights, stepped over the bodies, avoided flying pieces of furniture and limbs, ducking when needed. Tossing over his backs the right side of his tattered poncho, he revealed macrostubbered pistol grafted with iron rods and compensators of various color, size and manufacture.
At the bar, he noticed one of the newer additions already hard at work. It simply warmed his heart, were it not his salvage.
"Oi! Heretek!"...he knew that would catch its attention "Leave that poor sod alone and come with me if you want more then scrap!". Overhearing over the racket of the brawl a malignant promise as flames danced away from one individual, color swirling within its ghastly forms, with eyes wide with fear Annie slid over the counter, taking cover behind the bar.
He knew what kind of witchery was at work here and he wanted none of it! Its best to make best of the situation then end up with a tentacle. Or worse - eaten alive!
Looking around, he sought to find the soon-to-be-unemployed sod that was the bar tender or its owner.

Shriek, instead of diving into a uneccecary fight, calmly moved over and stood by her captain in the corner, guarding against anything coming flying or the odd bastard attempting to attack her captain.

By now had she sliced the hand of a man that had walked too close, as a warning and had cut two chairs and a table in half as they had decided to take a route towards the captain and her new recruit. Shriek moved with efficency, speed and without a word from her lips. Keeping a intemidating precence in the area, making sure nobody got the wrong idea of coming too close to the captain. Her Transonic blade humming softly, glowing with its soft blue light, ready for anything.

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Somewhat caught up in how... oddly touching Bluetoof's devotion could be, the sudden eruption of violence (something usually very visible in the warp's currents) caught Lach by surprise, though once alerted by virtue of her Captain's spontaneous killing, she knew what would happen to this bar before the next moves were taken.

Her line of thinking was similar to Shriek's, abandoning the two potential recruits with an apologetic pat on Malrak's shoulder, and dashed to the Eldar's side, sword in hand. Her route, very much motivated by Occam's Razor, led her over tables and people, though the Navigator took care not to harm anyone too much. The result of her parcours was, ultimately, that she'd merely doled out a few cuts and accidentally tripped some mercenary-looking man.

Captain Arinna was greeted with a wave of her normally-laspistolled hand.

"So who's us, who's not, and who might be?"

It was then that she spotted the Dark Eldar - who was promptly smiled at, and recieved with a "Well I'll be, you the Captain's long-lost cousin..?"

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Saven was about to speak herself to the Captain, but then the bar fight broke out and so she said to Arissa "Well sis, time to actually earn our place on the ship!" ( @Keidivh )
With that said, she decided to take out her Rifle-base which was a weapon that looked surprisingly sleek for a human made device. Tapping a button on the weapon, she activated a turquoise hololithic menu that showed the paltry range of mods on display.

Given the former Noble didn't have that much of a choice, she tapped the commands for projectile ammo and the weapon adjusted to fire the selected payload by projecting a barrel, with the backpack handing out her a magazine loaded with Flechettes, which was loaded into the weapon.

She then let the weapon loose upon one patron of the bar whom tried to dash at her, only for two short bursts of metallic wounding to blow out the man's kneecaps and leave him clutching his wounds in agony. Vanetris then turned around and looked to see what her sister was doing, just in case Arissa needed help.