Satisfied with his score of bread and grox meat Kraig moved to a closer table to watch the drinking contest. "Oi barkeep! A pint for me and the big guy!" He pointed to the large ork that was destroying all challengers. "No way I can keep up with ya, but I'll buy ya a drink for the show!" He figured that he owed him after being able to eat for free tonight and possibly tomorrow as well, if the food in his bag lasted that long.
Seemingly alert to a possible threat to his position Handy the Servo-grot shimmied around in his carrier and grabbed the smallest choppy spanna off of his bosses squig hide back rack loaded with the things. "Oiy, oiy, oiy stumpy! Watch ya self, git ya self shanked, this is MY boss!" Handy menacingly swatted at open air with his weapon trying to intimidate the other runty fellow. 'Eadbolt for most parts didn't care, merely taking his newest drink, chugging it, chucking the glass and waving a hand lazily in thanks...in the wrong direction but hey it was the thought that counts after all.
<Alea Vatton> Allowing Lex to deal with the former Scion who greeted them as they walked in, Alea strode forward and carefully stepped over the various bodies passed out on the floor. One particularly drunk gentleman attempted to grab her as she walked past, but faster than he could react he was on the floor bleeding from three places. The Ork and his friend look like a good place to start. Guts, the both of them...should make good crew members. "You two! Instead of challenging these humans to drinking competitions their wallets and livers can't sustain, what if you took on some real work? 'Honest' work if you will. It pays well if you earn it."
"Oi you little ankle bitter I don't need your boss!" He got up and waddled closer looking up towards the angry grot. That's when he heard the offer. "What's that about work? You need a cook? I'm the best around here! I'll even frie up that grot and make it taste good!" He shot a look at the grot with a menacing grin. He made sure to stay out of the orks reach just incase it angered the giant.
The song came slowly to an end and the Eldar female lead singer went down to get a drink, but the show had to go on. The Air Caste Tau made a couple of hand signals to his band mates to communicate which song they are going to play. "And this song, is for everyone who is stricken by misfortune, surrounded by scum like all you lot here." He chuckled. "And somewhat a reflection of my current life." He took a deep breath and stepped back, starting to rock the guitar. Bass and Drums kicking in as well as short before he began to sing. As I get closer, my dreams get farther I climb that ladder, but you kick it over Thirsty for water, you give me vinegar When I drink your medicine, it just makes me sicker I dug a hole so deep I'm gonna drown in my mistakes Can't even sell my soul 'Cause it ain't worth shit to take I got the devil on my shoulder (over and over) And I just can't sink any lower (lower and lower) The hounds of hell are getting closer (closer and closer) I got the devil on my shoulder (over and over) As the Tau relaxed his throat, he continued to rock hard on the guitar, while his comrades-in-instruments continued their act accordingly. Follow the rainbow, my lucky omen There ain't no pot of gold, just copper tokens I found the key to life, the lock was broken All my accomplishments, are best left unspoken I dug a hole so deep I'm gonna drown in my mistakes Can't even sell my soul 'Cause it ain't worth shit to take I got the devil on my shoulder (over and over) And I just can't sink any lower (lower and lower) The hounds of hell are getting closer (closer and closer) I got the devil on my shoulder (over and over) As the trio continued their hard beats, the Tau closed his eyes and let his guitar speak for him, playing it flawlessly and falling in his own entrance, until it was time to sing again. My horror story is nearly over I said I'm sorry, but I was sober I beg for mercy from my infernal friend The one that drops the nails into my coffin The Tau threw the guitar around his body, letting it remain on his back as he pointed at the bassist who stepped forward and shredded the bass in his solo part. Dramatically the Tau grabbed the microphone with both hands, only the bass continuing to play as his voice fileld the room once more. I got the devil on my shoulder I got the devil on my shoulder I got the devil on my shoulder He threw the microphone to his Eldar-Singer colleague as he jumped up, grabbed the guitar and roared with his mere voice at the top of the lungs, at a point where half the bar already knew the refrain. I got the devil on my shoulder (over and over) And I just can't sink any lower (lower and lower) They come to take me, take me over (closer and closer) I got the devil on my shoulder (over and over) A last strike down on the guitar signalled the end of the song. Spoiler: actual song View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N90M7BXFo_Q
With a quick toss of his knee 'eadbolt flipped a heavy wooden table over on top of his would be challenger, getting up and waddling over to loom above Alea while his fifth and (Currently) final servo-piece deployed. A thin sheet of warped metal slipped out from under his harness of choppy wrenches to reveal a board with a single stretched out parchment across its face. Written upon it was surprisingly legible gothic provided by the far steadier hand of his passably attractive 'umie companion. 'Tech-Ork for hire, will repair things, build things, make weapons, make weapons better, make armor, make armor better, kill things, stomp things, shoot things and provide proper technological know how for good pay' "Read da soign den tell me wot yooz fink. OIY AIDEL! Git ova 'ere we moight 'ave work! " Tek-git stood by with arms crossed still, eyes peering over the edge of his advertising board. Behind him Handy was glaring daggers at the runt, waving choppy spanner around. "YOOZ WOT SNOTLING? GIT OVER 'ERE! Chop ya in da mouf, swear on me zog!" Scrawny gretchin legs that haven't actually touched the ground in some time kicked and waggled furiously along with still flailing spanner.
Ashton- "Ahh if only," She had a idea as she began attempting sending a message to Dom Only the frown as her own answer seem to come back as a no. She frowned but seem to smile as she heard the option of having work again, Having a place to live again would help get things back on track and having a bit more money would always help. She closed her eyes again focusing as she sen't out another message and soon a Astarte soon entered the bar again. Various robes stacked over as he entered and approached the eldar women to talk about arrangements for the two. She kept her staff in her hand as the head of the staff seem to move with slight motions of her hand in the circle. Domino- Dom reentered the Bar as soon as he got the message he was done cleaning and looting the bodies of the dead as he threw them into a compactor outside. His hands were still bloody as he entered, He soon approached the women. "I heard you were Hiring is this true,?" he asked his vox unit let his words be heard by the eldar women as he approached her. "If you need a driver for heavy vehicles or a gunner, I am up for hire, But I have conditions that would need to be addressed just a few simple ones nothing major." he said as he came looking for work.
Treleskan Varl sat straight up in his seat, swivelling the stool slightly beneath him as he attended to a little cosmetic work on the electoo of a nearby patron. Just a bit of light entertainment, this; and if the sweating face of the patron as he gripped the table with both hands was any clue, for the Haemonculus it was serving as light refreshment as well. Precision work with a bloodied stylus and the vibrant colours he was so careful to source would give this lucky specimen a much finer enhancement than he probably deserved, for the duration of his short life. Varl sighed. Such is the burden of the artist. Glancing up as his work was done, he noticed an electrifying presence enter the bar. What a magnificent woman! He barely paid attention to the barbarous speech of the Human subject as he grunted his thanks and straightened, looking at his arm. The work was perfect of course; Treleskan had pride in his field. He waved the praise away. Sharp ears caught the gist of her conversation. "Use the antispetic powders regularly, keep air away from the work for 24 hours and after that sluice it daily with the cleanser I gave you. The colours will last you a lifetime, as promised." The Human probably agreed some more but Treleskan was on his feet, moving with fluid grace towards that lovely Eldar who bore herself with an air of command and was doubtless already attracting all sorts of wrong attention. He gave a short tug on one of Dras' chains, not unkind, just the customary summons of the Master. "Come Dras." He walked clear across the bar, purple eyes never leaving that lovely form. Unenhanced. Unaltered. A virgin canvas. The things he could do ... "Milady." He bowed, a short gesture of respect: shorn of obsequiousness it intimated that they would treat as intellectual equals. This was not a gift the Haemonculus gave to just anyone. "I am Treleskan Varl, and I would be ... honoured, to be your ship's surgeon." A fractional pause. "You may need someone to watch over and improve your lessers, after all, should they meet with misfortune as I see you have not."
A section of the wall which the Haemonculus tugged at flashed orange in warning, before lurching after it's master without a word of protest. Two limbs of layered muscle far too large for one of their frail species uncrossed, settling at a weapon belt which chimed with the movements of unsettled chains, much like the one connected to the collar at his neck. A blank mask snapped left, then right as he looked for any rowdy bar patrons who might make the mistake of disturbing his master. Reptilian eyes settled on a man who nearly stumbled into the Haemonculus' path, third arm drawing up a flesh hook from his robe.. No. The Mon-Keigh wandered away just in time. His skin mellowed from the orange warning signal to the pale shade of a body that had not felt the kiss of a true sun for the majority of it's life. Dras settled silently behind his teacher, talons ceasing their clacking as he once more became the master's shadow. Arms crooked back to let elbows rest against the heavy blades crossed at the small of his back, both weapons permanently stained red from his bloody occupation. His helmet continued to shift back and forth with the kind of mechanical precision one could find in a servitor.
Every bar had to have someone around to break up the fights that usually happened when they had such a broad clientele and Herchite was the person that broke up the fights in this particular bar. A tall Marine tended to do well with breaking up a fight by the virtue of being intimidating. A tall Marine with a Heavy Bolter tends to break up even the most heated of bar room brawls with some choice words and a gun. Seeing that the Eldar was recruiting for a crew, Herchite though that this might be his chance to finally get off this station and so he made his way though the passed out patrons towards the Eldar. Upon reaching her he said " Well, if you're looking for someone who can help with ship security, then I would be willing to help.... For a fee." After all, he wasn't going to work for anyone without pay.
