Realizing the tone in Aztec's voice along with the smile, Heathen calmly says "Oh crap. Jakar, I'd really suggest putting some distance between ya'll and that thing. Something says this is about to go all kinds of south."

Arc looks at jakar "Can we get a scientist up in here? anybody know any scientists, not that i don't trust you hunter junko, but i think i need a little more assurance."

"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?"

Without looking at Hunter, Jakar begins talking. "Much as I love Matari for their ingenuity and ability to solves problems, you're thinking way too narrowly about this. This goes beyond simple standardized battlefield applications. This thing is black ops to the core and because of that you can be sure of two things: It won't be mass produced for a very long time and Allotek have already received a massive increase in funding from the part of the Federation government that doesn't exist. This now begs the very important question as to what our friend here is doing with one months after the Caldari Prime incident." Jakar's eyes drift up from the cube to Aztec.

Jakar sighs. The desire to learn more rises within him but there was little else that could be learned. He watches Arc leave the club then turns his eyes back to Aztec, then the cube, then Hunter. He clearly has his own conclusions on the matter and the what would be the inevitable result, at least in his eyes. "Convenient that you can't remember," Jakar says simply.

He walks over to the cube as Hunter had moved it away and picks it up to hold it in front of Hunter. "Take this and him" - he tilts his head in Aztec's direction - "And leave my club. I have to call maintenance to get this **** cleaned up. Should you decide to stop by again please feel free to not bring prototype black ops tech into my club, I'm sure we all have to deal with enough of that every other day."

Jakar hears Hunter shout for assistance outside and reaches over the counter for a medical kit. He then runs outside, coming to a halt next to Hunter. He opens the medkit and begins talking to the bouncer. "Bruno, listen to me, you've been through worse; you're married to Viola, and she's the last person I want knocking down my door, especially now that it's missing, so please don't die on me."

Jakar pulls out a stim needle and injects it into his arm, while pressing his hand down on the man's spasming chest. Jakar counts to ten slowly, as Bruno's breathing slows and comes back down and his heart rate slows, down but is still high. Jakar injects a civilian nanite injector into the wound, it was slower than regular injectors and served for stimulating biomass repairs in the body, rather than armour. The man grunts but is unable to speak as his heart rate and breathing readjust. Jakar puts a liquid bandage over the wound and watches as it solidifies slightly.

Bruno's breathing returns to normal and he coughs, then wheezes slightly. "****, Boss, what happened?"

"You almost died. Good thing I'm a field medic."

"Amy is going to be pissed," Bruno says jokingly, coughing slightly.

"Not as much as if you were dead."

"**** just loves to happen here, don't it?"

"Yeah, I'll get a booth installed out here for you guys, military grade so don't worry. Hunter, can I ask you to help Bruno to a medbay? I have to deal with other things."