((Did I miss something?))

Jakar feels Demel tug on his back as Denak tackles Aztec. Jakar spins to aim the gun as the guards restrain Demel. Jakar looks back at the situation to see Aztec knocked out. He hands Demel the gun.

"Restrain him," he says referring to Aztec out cold behind the counter. The guards move behind the counter to grab him.

He looks at the bartender who scrambles from behind the counter. "Go home," Jakar tells him.

Jakar walks beihind the counter quickly and retrieves the cube. If it is a bomb it would not be the first time he dies in such a manner, though he would hate having to pay for the clone.

Jakar begins giving orders addressing everything he saw necessary to address."Clear out the civilians. We're closing for the night. You can stay if you so desire," he says to the other mercenaries. He looks to Satja then to Adamance. "If she must stay please keep her close. I'd hate for something to happen. I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience," he says bowing earnestly. "Arc we'll discuss it later. Denak could you please explain why this lunatic is looking to tear my club apart just to find you? And would somebody please tell me why the **** these weapons and dropsuits are getting past the scanner!" He shouts his last statement as he grabs a bottle of spirits from behind the counter and slams it on the counter, watching as civilians file out.

He looks over to see what Heathen did. "When the **** did that happen!? Leave my club!" he shouts. "Get them treated!" he barks at some of his security indicating the guards that Heathen had incapacitated.

((Just realised the part where he asked about Denak was edited out. Gets confusing when people start editing things.))

Jakar raises an eyebrow at his change of manner from the lunatic that had taken his bartender hostage. He ponders briefly on the possibilities. He's a Gen I.

Jakar thinks about removing the cube from his jacket, but decides not to do it yet.

"Is there a reason you attacked my bartender, and proceeded to stab one of my security personnel?"

*Arc stares at the small cube that was just revealed from Jakar's pocket. Arc remembered seeing the object start flashing red when it was on the floor, it still flashed red, but not as vividly or as fast as it had before. "Is that..... Jove tech?" asked Arc with uncertainty.

Jakar sifts through his knowledge of nanite technology but comes up empty. A few theories pop into his head, but without any more explanation they are all baseless and thus pointless.

"A little more than the device's name if you will," he says pouring another drink. He leans onto the bar as he takes a sip of his drink, waiting for Aztec to explain.

*presses a button from one of the tools i accidentaly brought with me earlier, causing the red blinking to stop*

"G_38NCU; Nanite control unit. also known as a nanite shroud. little guys are linked to his neocom, so Aztec can control them at will. this little thing i have here however, *Holds up a small device similar to a pistol grip* Repurposed central Computer made by Thukker; stops the nanites from following whatever orders the 'master' is committing, putting them in a semiactive state. main use is for damaged Miniature Nanite factories built into Armor repair units."

"G_38NCU..." Jakar repeats. "Neural drone control technology on a microscale. Last I checked Drone Control linked directly to a neural interface still had some glitches due to feedback on the neural control end since they are so much more complex than the simpler programs our NeoComs can interface with. To have a funtional microscale variant however that can operate on multiple units..." Jakar lifts up the cube. "G_38... Is this an Allotek Industries prototype?"

Heathen, putting some thought into recent events"Hmm, remember the black eagle incident? He might have swiped a bit extra during the raids on their facilities. They fit the bill, gallentean black ops, pilfered by immortals, even more advanced tech than what we put into use on the field."

"Field Testing experimental Tech in an uncontrolled civilian environment?" i replied as i glance at Jakar, then back at the cube as i pick it up, setting it down a fair distance from aztec.

"but even then; what would they gain from literally giving away the tech to an immortal whom other immortal now possess?"

Heathen's eyes close as he thinks out loud "So this is an official, unofficial mission to test out a new device in a public place, frequented by immortals and civvies, even so far as to be run by one of them. Sounds like they might be trying to pull a second genocide while leaving the general populace alone."

"Chances are Allotek's still working on one, but there are a few things that I don't quite get. Allotek and other corporations are contracted to design it with Allotek as the major. Designs get complicated Allotek loses the contract and it goes to Thukker. This cube doesn't match Thukker's, or any Matari corporation's, design philosophies which means that either Thukker is still in early stages or this isn't the Thukker design."

Jakar's eyes raise up to Aztec. "Then we have our immortal, Caldari dropsuit clad friend here who comes into my club and nearly tears the place apart while holding one." Jakar takes a sip of his drink. "Too many variables," he mutters. There is clearly something he is missing and his dislike shows on his face. The item is black ops, hell blacker than black ops, yet they are talking about mass production. He knows for a fact how the Federation operates. This thing would never see the light of day.


It hits him like rail slug to the gut. That's it. It never will see the light of day once Allotek gets the production contract. The potential applications in a black ops scenario flood his mind and he has to force himself not to laugh to realise how much of an edge it would give in espionage, infiltration, assassinations...

Jakar wracks his brain for the clearly obscure answer. He tries to think of what the big picture could be. What would they gain? Jakar stops to think. Maybe it isn't the hardware they are testing but something specific with the programming.

Jakar looks at Aztec. "What exactly are you supposed to test?"

"so then why were you after the bartender with this thing?" said Arc (jeez good thing i wasn't wearing my minnie suit now) thought Arc (that woulda been a bad investment). "And why were you being so defensive?"

"You're right, I probably would be," Jakar says reaching into his jacket. He removes his datapad and inputs a few commands before setting it down on the bar in front of Aztec. "You don't remember this?" The datapad loops security footage from three angles showing the ruckus that Aztec caused.

'fires into the air' HEY! JAKAR YOU ************! WHERE YOU AT? 'encounters several bouncers rushing me' Ha! these idiots don't know who I am! 'charging right at their gunfire, melting them with each shot, and smashing their faces in with the arm guard of the shotgun' You fools have delt with only fools and mortals! I am god compared to you weaklings. Fear me and my shotgun! Your weapons cannot harm me! Now, Until I find Jakar, or you tell me where that fool is, I'll kill every one of you that I see! 'speeds through the club, melting and bashing everyone in sight, until I find a office section. I kick every door in, finding only the occasional person (in which I melt) or nothing at all, and comes upon one final door; kicks in' Ah ha! I found you ************!