21 looks at Arc-08 and laughs hysterically. Then turns to to talk to Jakar " You see that's what i talk about your kind likes to spend its money. Fools like Arc-08 support my life. " 21 then turns at arc and yells over the loud crowd " I'm a heavy drinker my friend by me 10 " 21 then turns to Jakar and says quietly " I get ten bottles from him buy some of your narcotics then i go into the street and sell them for triple the price i bought them for. What Arc-08 demonstrated makes me want to fight for the gallente , but i have strong ties with the amarr that don't like the gallente. They may not appreciate me helping the federation."

Arc sees a man walk up to him, and the guy looks furious, so furious his eye starts twitching. "Hello mate, i'm sorry what was that, i couldn't hear you over the roar of noise"... "Oh thanks for repeating, well my good sir, i never saw a sign anywhere, nor was i told that i couldn't bring in my suit to show off to my old ammarian friend". Arc strolls over a bit closer to where Jakar is standing, "if you want me to leave and come back with something else just say the word, but alas that would not be nearly as much fun to mock my friend as this!" "i'm sorry if i've offended or threatened any of your clubs men, that truly wasn't my intention, but as you can see i'm not armed."

Denak looks up to Jakar after his drink was delivered, nodding to him firmly while taking a sip. "Yes. Since I run this facility mostly, I thought to seek you out and welcome you here, also wanted to see what kind of a venue you had built here." He explains, giving him a small bow as a greeting, and after that another sip.

Denak bows his head in return, along with giving him a small smile. "Haa, namas jaater Umbra. Krpaayabal sabha tah." he replies in Intaki, downing the rest of his drink in one swift gulp. "Honestly, this isn't really a venue for me. Too much noise, heat, distractions, you get the idea. It is a nice place otherwise though, and your customers seem to be enjoying it so I'd say you have succeeded quite well." he adds, looking over Jakar curiously before speaking up again: "If I may ask, what spurred you to construct this place? There's already plenty of bars and nightclubs here."

Denak smiles and bows in understanding, deciding to take the liberation of translating it into Gallente. "Hello brother. Pleased to meet you." he assures, glancing around the nightclub again. "I suppose you weren't taught Intaki when you were a child? It's not an easy language to learn."

"Burning out is common, it's understandable to wind down a little from all the death and fighting." he replies, deciding to order another tea from the bartender in the meanwhile. "And what people are you protecting, if I may ask? I have my own goals of helping liberate Intaki and her colonies from the Federation, so I'm interested."

"No need to apologize, I deal with a lot of dark things myself, I know the feel." he assures with a nod, looking at his cup and letting out a brief sigh, upon thinking about his own problems. "Anyway, liberating ourselves from the Federation doesn't mean completely cutting ties with them. For all the bad decisions they have done, there has also been some good, just not enough to justify our stay within the Federation. Intaki can still remain in the Federation and share our beliefs, our culture and our ways, our main goal is to make sure the people living in our homeworld and her colonies do not have to be afraid of militia and pirates every day, and be free from the politcal -- and cultural pressure of the Gallente."

Denak pauses for a moment to take another sip of his tea, followed by another sigh.

"That said, I'll probably continue rambling about the situation for hours on end, so I'll stop here."

Denak sinks his head a little, stirring the liquid in his cup a little before taking another sip, leaning himself more against the bar counter. "They may be different, but both of them don't treat the Intaki so well. We get pushed into lowsec to the mercy of pirates and on top of that have to suffer from a constant and endless war over our heads in the terms of Empyrean War by the government. The people on the other hand constantly pressure us for melding into their culture, forgetting our ways for the greater Gallentean collective. I'm not saying all Gallenteans are like that, you are one of the few I like. But the majority doesn't seem to think highly of us." he explains, pausing briefly to catch a breath and take another sip before continuing: "Our problem is not political exclusively, but also social and cultural."

Denak paused again to take another sip of his tea, draining the cup empty too and setting it back down on the counter for a bartender to collect, opening the virtual interface on the bar to pay for the drinks. When he mentioned him being uncomfortable, he looked over to the stairs gestured, simply shrugging. "I'll manage, I usually wind down from these kind of places in the temple or in my quarters. Intaki rituals can soothe me quite a bit." he explains, giving Jakar a reassuring smile and nod.

"Ahh no problem mate, i shulda known better. Anyways on to business, If you are ever in need of some financial support, know that you can come to me, I know it must not be cheap to run and maintain a club like this. Of course if we were to agree on this all i'd ask in return is a seat at the bar, and some recognition. Not that you need help right now, but if the time comes, just let me know" *Arc smiles at Jakar and shakes his hand.

*Arc looks at Jakar "Well mate i obviously don't hate it if i'm willing to invest ISK into it."

*Arc takes on a more serious face "But yes it is a nice club, i enjoy the music, and most of the people here are nice. I'm unwilling to try the casino because i don't like taking a risk without processing my likely hood of winning, and if it isn't a good chance i won't do it. I've no time for a relationship of any kind, and i'm an awfull dancer, so i avoid the dance floor and pleasure rooms. heck my dancing would scare people more than my dropsuit did that one time. Honestly i just come here to talk to people and get things off my chest, and this is the best place to talk to others like me, and unalike me."

*Arc's holopad buzzes "Pardon me for one moment jakar"
*Arc reads the mail from his friend, Arc says a quick curse "Sorry mate, nice talkin to you but i have some serious business to take care with Concord."

*As Arc rushes towards the exit of the club Arc shouts "Seems like i can't invest right now mate"

"Pleasure to meet you!" He says in a firm tone, something he has trouble doing due to his naturally light and suspicious voice. He extends his arm in a very "corporate" and "business" style outwards towards Jakar.

((Really guys? Starting barfights for no reason whatsoever is really dumb, not to mention what you are doing is borderline god-modding))

*Metsar enters the club wearing a long jacket, with clasps running down the front of braided gold cord.. It had a slightly military air to it, but wasn't a uniform. Sleek and silk black fabric embroidered with golden florals along the cuffs, tail, and high collar. His blonde hair had been slicked severely down the left side of his face, almost reaching his chin. To his right walked his Ealurian slave, Torsuul. Finely dressed with his long graying hair held back in a ponytail. He had a sharp goatee and his face was beginning to wrinkle as men of his age did, especially around the eyes. As they walked in one would have balked at the thought that they were the same age, as Metsar's clone appeared to be twenty-five.

He waved off the hostess without even looking at her; and made his way, Torsuul close behind, to the stairs leading up to the casino. He ascended out of the cacophony of the dance floor into the soft jazz of the casino lounge. He perks up an eyebrow, idly wondering by what means they were able to dampen the roar of below so smoothly. Amidst this crowd of more elegantly clad folk he worked his way to an open seat at a viginti unus table. He placed his datachit on the table and was dealed into the game.*

Aztec is tackled from behind by Denak dropping the cube from his hand and it starts blinking red...

Not wearing a helmet, Aztec is knocked out after the back of his head hits the counter behind him.

Aztec decided to think his next step out consciously. So he left one of his personalities take over while his mind meditated on the matters at hand."

"My name is Deadlyaztec XI."

"Have you fine gentlemen seen a cube in the common vicinity? Oh pardon me, where are my manners, how do you two paladins fair?"

"Probably, though unfortunately I cannot recall, are they alright and do tell them that. I will of course pay for any inconveniences I caused to occur."

He looks around.

"You said I attacked two employees, but there are more than 2 injured people here, pray tell me why."

****, ****, ****, ****, ****...

Galm eyes the bouncer cynically, biting down hard on his cheek to stop himself from outright shouting. He's internally screaming in anguish, but he is masking it with a certain skill that only an immortal could master.

Dammit, why am I even here right now?

Because CONCORD will be looking for you. They know whoever they were tailing caught a few rounds, so anyone who checks in to report any injuries is bound to be questioned.

They're looking for Guristas, Dad.

Oh? So who will they be looking for then? Hmm. Perhaps some swarthy, rugged, roguish type figure who is talking to voices in his head. That would certainly fit the bill of a pirate.

Galm compulsively slams his head into a nearby table, trying to knock his father from his mind.

"You know, you have a bad habit of only showing up after I get myself into trouble!"

He twitches slightly when he realizes he just said... No, shouted that out loud. He sighs loudly, running his hands through his hair as he tosses the bouncer the five ISK entry fee. It was nothing compared to the money he had just earned from Eskola today. A trashy looking kakku saunters up to him seductively.



Galm fixes his gold trimmed aviators into position, looking straight through her.

"Are you paid to ask every ******* who walks through this door the same question? You know what, nevermind."

A storm of mental strangeness was brewing behind his sunglasses.

"Do you have any Frentix? Any kind of painkillers? I eh... Need my fix."

Aztec looks up at the stranger, squinting against the lights from the ceiling. The light makes it almost impossible to see his inquisitors' faces. Aztec's open mouth smile (showing modded teeth, that look like fangs) widens as he hears Arc's inquiry.

"I question; what leads you to your inquiry?"

He turns to look at the cube and then at Jakar.

"That my dear friend, is a Nanite Shroud Projector."

*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."

sadly, yeah but not just them,it was a collaboration project between Allotek's R&D and Thukker Engineers. but anything specific is out of the question, Allotek has been real crafty on how they work, especially their R&D.
The test run was in caldari prime until a friendly dropship got hit, damaging the control unit assigned to the pilot. you can probably guess what happened to the passengers from then on. *nodding towards Aztec*

"We eventually want to establish Allotek Industries as the producer."

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

"I don't remember a bartender. Also, you would probably be a bit on edge if you found yourself tied to a stool in some random bar too."

"fair enough, i'll send Aztec back but you owe me for making me take the cube." i said, as i walk over to Aztec and unbind him from the chair. while the guy was heavy as all hell i managed to get him over my shoulder and begin to walk out the bar, giving a jakar a small wave without looking back.

"Doors aren't my specialty, but I can see what I can do...materials are easy to find and I could throw in some bonuses....." he then sighs and takes note of the items in a journal in his neocom. He then looks up at Jakar.

"I prefer not to need deadly force unless necessary. Especially when there are civilians around, I know they don't like to remember there is a war going on."

"Oh I get that, getting some references off some missile doors, vaults, or airlocks could do the trick. It's just I'm not too sure how were going to get it in...were going to build it directly onto the area, or move it in?"

"I got a exosuit you can borrow for removing what's there right now. First, let me get some blueprints or measurements and I'll be on my way to the drawing board, I'll send a picture and some models to your neocom along with an estimate. My guess is uhh..." He then holds his hand in his head and quickly throws his head back, breathing in air after his quick calculations, "Around 270,320 isk, including my percentage and maybe low wage worker percentage. hydraulics should be easy to find and I could get everything shipped here. It all sounds very manageable really." He reassures.

He then opens his neocom and makes a couple orders on the spot to some contacts he knows from factories and shipyards.

"Why don't I build a 1:3 demo in my office work-area, give a small demo for you?"


Demel shrugs and smiles, "I don't know...it's fun, people will always want to do something reckless..."

*Arc sees Jakar come down the hallway and rushes over to him. "What tookya so long?"

"Nah, though the crowd has died down quite a bit. We might need to amp things up cause your losing customers.

Putting the empty glass on the bar "oh, and if you see the templar, he might just be a teensy bit mad at me. So, uh heads up if he smacks me, i probably deserve it. I was annoying his little princess " *with a wry smile*"couldn't help it."

Turning quickly to Jakar with a smile, "oh you know, playing casanova with Satja and trying to convince her to slip the terrible bondage of slavery. I'll see if I can convince him to not scare the people, But you know amarr, they're almost as stubborn as I am."

holding up his drink "spiced rum with a sugar cube innit, just enough burn with a sweet finish"

Arc looks at the caldari man and notices something is wrong. Arc sees the sweat beading up on his face, and notices the mans odd lack of focus. "you okay mate?" arc asks him

When there isn't a reply arc looks over at Jakar, "I think we might have a problem over here, maybe we should call a medic? i'll watch him until one arrives. oh and thanks for the drink Jakar " Arc smiles briefly then focuses on Leithe
"Can you tell me if you need help, are you okay?" arc asks again

Leithe bristles, grips his glass tighter, sending a lattice work of cracks down its surface.

"You have to earn the right to ask me that..." he says bitterly.

Suddenly he straightens, notices the glass, its flawed surface, the swirling liquid slowly leaking out in a thin film that coats the glass, slowly spreading across the bar.

He tried to smile, but it is crooked, broken. "That's a story that would ruin your night, and mine.... better left unsaid."

He briefly considered shifting the focus to Arc...but he knew that stories were just stories and the past had to remain the past....

"I guess I like to think I am a hunter, I hunt rabbits, where ever they go, whatever they do."

Jakar pours himself a whiskey as he listens to the conversation and begins sipping it slowly. "Who are you?" - Arc's words echo inside his head. Who am I, now? The question nags at him and it sours him for a second a he stares into the glass of whiskey. He had been a few things; none perhaps so dark as what some of these other immortals had experienced, but still, looking back they had made him and twisted him into what he no longer wanted to be, but the temptation to be it was ironically probably at the bottom of the same bottle of whiskey sitting on the counter to his right. He takes another sip.

"What do you think of the club so far?" Jakar asks, changing the subject; the current one is clearly bothering Leithe and quite frankly it is bothering him too.

He blinks surprised, a touch ashamed even.

"It's Crystal Egg..." He says plainly. " The strong, expensive stuff....not the trash most dealers are handing out...it has to be strong or it doesn't affect me."

He taps the side of his head with a single crooked finger, looks up a Jakar with an apologetic frown. Even high he eyes are focused on the man, he doesn't look away, the cold blue irises distinctly contrast with the dark red lines that run across the whites of his eyes.

"Up here is frazzled anyway....something strong has to get through, and this is the only stuff besides......" He cuts off abruptly.

"...the only stuff I got....anyway I gotta take a ****..."

He get up and walks to the restrooms.

He returns a moment later, passes between two of the dancers, the one that Caldari was messing with glances at him dismissively. Had he been empathic he might have known that she thought he was cute....barely....dark hollow rings around his eyes, blood shot eyes, slouch and pallid skin...not so flattering. But the mussed up, almost curly black hair, the piercing blue eyes were a draw.

But he did not know this. He sighed heavily, wasn't anything unusual anyway.

He passes the bar, noting a very effeminate Caldari male meandering way, more of a swagger really...

As he passes closer to the woman, he can't help but speak.

"What an absolute smarmy bastard, can't help but leave with a parting shot eh?"

((Since Arc is now talking with whassherface I'm redacting some actions))

As Leithe returns to the bar where Jakar is he catches the whisper of his last comment, his voice sounds hollow, less like the man whom he was talking to only moments before.

Such pain reminds him of his own wounds...he makes a mental note not the broach the subject however, he wasn't about to go asking a man he barely knew about old wounds.

He note the drink....

"I thought you weren't drinking?" he says matter-of-factly.

"Pleasure to meet you!" Demel says in a chipper tone, bowing slightly and beaming a cheeky smile.

His eyes suddenly shoot wide open, neural neocom message. Demel half blinks with both eyes and slowly regains his composure while fixing his collar.

"Well, I can't seem to sit and drink, so maybe later," He then hops onto the side of a shelf, clinking a couple bottles and merchandise in the process to hoist himself into an open ventilation shaft. His head then peeps outwards and looks at Jakar motionlessly.

"You should add security inside your ventilation shafts...."

He then shuts the door and the small pit platter sound knees and palms crawling through the ducts echo quietly throughout the room.

Leithe can only nod, its a common enough gesture, but it is one of sympathy, not empathy.

Too easy to assume you know that feeling, he considered briefly.

He sits down again, noting Demel, he ignores the man, effeminate, pretty, too much self confidence in his stance.

He mulls over Jakar's offer.

"That would be appreciated. She is very pretty....beautiful even..." He stops for a moment, unsure of how to continue. " Its been a rough time....I'm not usually so gaunt....then Dro... the stronger med take their toll every now and then...and I figure the look she gave me says it all".

He shrugs despondently.

The wink is like a kick in the chest to Leithe, he tries to formulate a response but he is left utterly speechless and gasping for air.

"I ...uhh... I mean yeah. You're beautiful...and you dance well.....objectively speaking I mean....if you don't mind me saying..." he trails off awkwardly unsure of what to say.

He grasps at the drink on the bar.

The cracked glass is empty much of his despair, he was desperately looking for something to shut himself up.

"The show was great. Really was..... It was....almost like watching water flow, really pretty." He mumbles, somewhat abashed, even in the dim light it was plain to see his pallid skin redden in embarrassment. His eyes were jolty, he couldn't bring himself to look at her for more than a second or two at a time.

The crowd, Kiara, cracked glass, he frowns, Kiara, the other Gallente and the Caldari woman, Jakar, Kiara.....

His hands noticeably shaking Leithe reaches into his pocket for the small med dispenser, he fumbles with the catch half a dozen times.

((New Leithe toon here is my last post))

He considers taking another hit....

Spirits knew he could use one.

He feels Kiara's hand slide over his, flipping the catch of the dispenser with an audible click, then withdraw quickly.

Behind her he can see a smile cross Jakar's face....for a moment he thought it might have been simple amusement, but the pessimist within him quickly twisted that smile to pity, or disdain, or worse.

His other hand hovers, open palm, ready to receive the Crystal Egg with the addicts calm composure right before his hit.

He withdraws the palm with even more surety that he had thought he was capable of and flips the dispenser back into his pocket casually. He was already high, another hit would just waste the high, plus he figured it wouldn't be too productive to show too much of himself before both Jakar and Kiara, at least not in that night.

"Can I get you a drink?" he asks calmly. "You want another Jakar or are you done of the night?"