Goramor slowly dragged himself up by chairs and tables, thoroughly tasered but not out from the fight by any means. He turned around and gestured with a finger for the taser guy to wait a second. Goramor checked his scales for burn marks or if his armor had any damage. After that, he cracked his neck both ways. Then, focusing his gaze at his assailant, he hissed and attacked again. Goramor tossed another table at his foe and slammed him with his powerful tail. "Keep this up and who knows where that baton will end up, you hear me?!"
Bluetoof staggered back as he was gun was slapped out of hands and lasgun fire before peppring his green flesh blue plant flaking off in parts where the lasgun scorched him. "OI when yooz die ya aint supposed ta take me dakka !" Bluetoof said grabbing his plasma gun off the floor though another las shot struck hos leg and toppled him , he let out an entaged shout before wherling towards the retreating guardsmen "IZ HAD ENOUGH A YOOZ ! NOW YOO GET KRUMPED YA GIT !!" He said running at the guardsmen the distinct sound of a plasma gun roaring as he charged the guardsmen, unfortunately orks were not known for their accuracy and the machine spirit of the plasma gun was indignant as ever , if not worse as the gun began to heat . Not a single bolt of plasma impacted the guardsmen , striking tables , igniting bottles of liqour , flying into other parts of the brawl but not a single shot landed near the guardsmen. "HOT HOT HOT !!!" Bluetoof shouted as his plasma gun started to heat rapidly he did the only thing he could. throwing the plasma gun with all his strength and hoping it didnt explode as another las shot hit him in the head sending him sprawling on his back from the constant fire. It appeared gork and mork had finally been drawn to him the blue paint paying off as the plasmagun finding its mark the super heated weapon colliding with the guardsmen
The Haemonculus gave the delightful Captain's offer a little thought. It was, after all, foolish in the extreme to accept any offer without consideration, and it would be insulting to her to do otherwise. He ducked a fragment of flying debris - nothing of consequence, but the action was reflexive and elegant, if somewhat serpentine - and tilted his head as he analysed. A workshop, the routine if useful chance to use his skills in return, the possibility of extra subjects acquired and brought to him - it all sounded very useful, agreeable even. The money was not really a concern, for the Haemonculus had wealth, but it would be handy as always. One's own needs may be esoteric, but the rest of the Universe runs on cold hard cash. He returned her raised brow with a slight nod of his head, noting how the light caught her features. Classically beautiful. Of all the alterations he could make to her, he would not wish to change her face. "I should think that will be very acceptable, Captain," he said, with a slight bow, offering his hand to seal the compact.
< @Keidivh @Maleth > The Eldar twins were good, really good, but they if they had one weakness, it would be hubris. Arissa would take a cut to the back of the knee, being forced down to the other with the wounding sister standing over her. She grinned and laughed, while relaxing her battle stance a little. "Is that all you can do, human?" she chuckled, though was leaving herself wide open for a well-placed strike. Meanwhile, the other sister had lost one chainsabre (which flew across the room and impaled someone) but didn't seem to care. She moved her leg deftly away from the incoming shot and cut a deep gash into Saven's chest, forning her back. She was followed up by a kick to said wound, before attempting to grab at Saven's neck in a grandiose move. < @Casavay @Jorimel @Wincent > The Pelager grinned a little into Lach's face, seeming to not care about the insults that were being thrown at her. She raised up her rifle, leveled it at the navigator, and smirked. "As you wish, freak." she said before pulling the trigger. It seemed to have been a powered-up rifle, something that was not taken into account with Lach's shield. as the round hit said shield, it exploded, sending Lach flying backwards while splitting the barrel of the pelager's gun. Aeris nodded her head and reached her own hand out to shake Varl's hand. "Then I am glad to have you aboard. Should you so desire, I would be quite happy to draw up a paper contract-" She cut herself off and pulled her hand away, spinning about to catch Lach and stop her momentum. She smiled at her navigator and helped her stand fully back up. "Hey, you going to let that overgrown fish do that to you without any payback? Go get her, champ." she chuckled and gently pushed Lach back into the fight. At the same time, the female that had punched Shriek screamed in pain as she had broken her knuckles, and then quickly stumbled back from the kick. She fell over a table and then growled as she stood up, pulling out a plasma pistol and firing. She missed wide, her aim put off by nerves and also the fact she was using her non-dominant hand. But if she kept firing, she would melt some of Shriek, which meant she needed to act. < @Vulpas @TuskatheDaemonKilla > The ninja didn't make a single sound as her katana collided with Felena's chainsword, catching the teeth and even stopping them from whirring about the blade. She then jumped up and kicked the armored female in the chest, imparting enough force to knock her over and push her back into Malrak, making him at least stumble. Meanwhile, Malrak's armored ravens continued to do his bidding, ripping out plenty of eyes and making men scream, before they would simply collapse from various other sources. < @High_Adept_Zeth @Tamu > Inside the bag was a number of guns - both in working and non-working condition - as well as various bits of scrap and quite a few imperial thrones and other monetary items. The bartender looked between the two and sighed, tapping his foot on the floor. "So, how about it? You going to leave, or do we have a problem?" he snarled, getting a little impatient with the technomat's joking. < @Wata > The man with the baton had smirked and stepped forwards, raising the baton to slam down once more on Goramor's head and opening his mouth to respond before he suddenly stopped. Blood spurted from his mouth and he fell over, dead. The reason for that was what seemed to be an eldarine chainsabre that got embedded in his chest from behind. < @bossaroo > The stormtrooper had never once stopped firing his gun at the Ork, not even flinching at all the missed plasma shots - though quite a few others were charred and killed in various manners. He even threw out a few choice taunts at the friend-murderer before he finally got his just desserts. The boiling gun impacted on the stormtrooper's face and knocked him over, causing him to cream and writhe in pain as it burned and melted his face, until he finally stopped moving when his brain was fried. The gun also cooled down a little during the ordeal. < @Uriel1339 > Far away from the central bar of Revelation where all this was happening, there was another member of Aeris' crew going about his business for the captain. A water-caste Tau would be in the market with the budget given to him by his captain. They needed a general resupply of everything, but nothing much of anything specific. He was quite trusted by his captain, and so she had no qualms about letting him do what he needed to do.
Bluetoof panted as he walked over to the still cooking guardsmen corpse and pulled the steaming guardsman corpse along with him back to his loot bag occasionally pulling chunks off the char broiled body and stuffing them between his green aw the taste easing the pain covering his body. As he reached his loot sack he ripped the plasma gun out of the guardsmen stripped it clean of flesh before stuffing it in the sack. As he looked around for another perspective brawl a shiny caught his eye ! It was roight and proppa and so the ork hefted his loot sack before darting over and snagging the chain saber from off the floor and stuffing it into his loot sack for further keeping. He began walking through the bar slaughter whislting as he rifled through pockets and relieved unconcious or dead patrons of their no longer needed items
Shriek sighed as she let her blade slide out, and dashed towards the shooter, her metallic legs clanking against the floor. Dodging the Plasma blasts as good as she could as she aimed to get close, and with a single swipe cut of the woman's head. She had given her a fair chance to back off, with a broken hand and a sore chest... but that was clearly not going to be the case now. @BadDo9
@BadDo9 "Where is Ananius or Kirsten when you need them? Mh, Andros?" He asked his drone which just floated, not replying since it was not an actual living being and with only protocols to grab things, not exactly make conversation. He examined the goods before him, but the scent of the 'purified water' was putting him off. Ananius could have scanned the actual chemical contents in mere seconds. Whereas Kirsten could have used her unnatural instinct, and heightened senses (in his opinion) to make a judgment call. But even risking contaminated water on-board? Best case scenario, they get a cold. Worst case scenario, they get an epidemic and half the crew could die. Purification tablets or machines are way out of budget, and he kept insisting that they need to get a new one since the old one is mixing rust and metal shavings into their water. 'Extra Iron is healthy', Aeris excused herself. "So, what's it gonna be, Fishy?" The merchant human asked, arms crossed. Kairiel was ripped out of his thoughts and looked the human in the eyes. "If I was a fish, I wouldn't use that water even for my tank." The Tau responded, his face hidden behind his hat, one hand on his staff, one hand on his pistol inside his sleeve. The human snarled and then drew his las pistol, pointing it at Kairiel's face. "Nobody insults my products." The Tau looked up, showing his face for the first time, staring him straight in the eyes. "Then don't insult me with contaminated goods. Especially if you are talking to the purchaser for a Rogue Trader. He will claim your business and all your assets in the name of the Imperium if it is his desire. What does an alien life matter to him? Nothing. But do you know what matters to him? Lost resources, " He gestured with his head to the drone. "false goods and attempted poisoning of his whole crew. So it looks like you have two options right now. One is to shoot me, have my implant report that my vitals dropped, alarming him of my status and have the wrath of a rogue trader all over your Cadian ass. Oooor two, you give me the clean water, I pay you and we both walk away with exactly what we want." Whether he was Cadian or not, the blue-gray skinned alien couldn't tell for sure, but he strongly believed that his accent was from the battle ridden world. Kairiel's gaze was stern, his hand clenching the concealed pulse pistol tight and the other hand faking relaxation by being loosely on his staff. Whatever the human would do. Next time, Kairiel would insist on having a guard with him, probably Shriek or Bluetoof.
< @Uriel1339 > The human narrowed his eyes even more and fingered down at a hellpistol in a holster as he growled. This fish-man was pushing his luck in a manner most annoying to the merchant, but he couldn't take the chance. Slowly he pulled his hand away and slammed it on the table, staring into the water-caste eyes with a scowl. "Fine, it costs you triple anything else you can get." he said, as he wasn't going to let go of a pristine purifier for anything less. "And to prove to you it works..." he backed up and stepped away, heading into the back room. He went to the only working purifier he had and glared at it. He had half a mind to sabatoge it and pass it off as working.... he grabbed a parcel of water and brought it back out, putting it in front of Kairiel and staring at him. "There, try that water. You like it, pay my price and get out of here."
@BadDo9 "So you had one after all." Kairiel noted, taking a closer look at the machine. "But quite overpriced. I assume the whole game of supply and demand, hm? Just awkward enough I don't see any line for your purifier. So how about you stop trying to rip me off, thinking I'm just another alien plebeian and actually start proper trading? I have the funds, you have the goods. We both just want to go about our days but you make it awkwardly difficult. Which leads me to one of two thoughts, my good Cadian." "Either. You stole these items and try to get rid of them as fast as possible. Or you have debts to pay and fear that if you don't pay them off anytime soon, you might get into trouble. So, I am willing to make you a deal. If these items are stolen, I will have no problem paying them at actual street value and I won't rat you out. If you have debts to pay. Then I can help you win your debt back. But you give me the purifier for free." "And if it's neither, well. Then I suppose, I don't have much leverage and have to walk away from this... Sale." The Tau's face was neutral, though there was a hint of a cocky grin as he at last took a sip of the 'purified' water. Either too bad for the Tau, or to his benefit, he is not the kind to pull a gun on a trading partner and blow someones face off. It was a pure weapon of self-defense. No Kairiel was a man of words, of manipulation and using every tool in his repertoire to make a negotiation successful with the lowest blood spill possible.
Lachesis wasn't somebody who minded eating their words, and, after the initial shock, laughed about the comical way she was launched backward, barrelling into her mistress, and pushed back onto the Pelager once she found her feet again. Ever the opportunist, the Navigator transformed the momentum granted by the Eldar into a forward thrust, with the aim to impale the fishy fellass. "I don't mind mutants!", she announced while lunging.
