"You make it sound like I'm robbing people. I simply provide a service as well as any Gallente can. People should be free to enjoy themselves after all. I'll think about your offer but for now I'll just wait for things to stabilize."

Jakar walks behind the bar and pours himself a glass of spiced wine, a different make to the one 21 is currently drinking. "As for other mercenaries, stock clones are fine, so long as they aren't armor clad. With all the different businesses opening for mercenaries to use I think the civilians should be more or less used to it by now. Still no weapons are allowed and that hallway makes sure it stays that way and I have a fairly large security team sitting on an even larger stockpile of munitions."

Jakar takes a sip. His eyes wander over the club casually for a moment. "So what brings you to my club? Surely it wasn't just to make me an offer. If you simply want to relax and have a drink, the upper balcony is quieter since the sound doesn't raise that high."

*Arc walks in and sits down at the bar "Give me your finest Quafe my good sir" *Arc hands the bartender a 50 ISK chip "keep the change". After awhile of sitting at the bar slowly drinking his delectable drink making small chat with some gallentean mercs exchanging war experiences, Arc decides to buy drinks all around "Who wants what, just ask".

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."

Jedah McClintock tipped his hat when the Gallente woman in the tight fitting getup offered to introduce him to the proprietor, "I would be flattered if he took the time to talk with me, miss."

The lively club scene was a refreshing change of pace, and compared to the constant sound of gunfire the music wasn't half bad. In spite of his bulk, the Minmatar mercenary was able to move through the crowd. While in combat he was able to maintain his composure he became more than a little flustered when he thought one of the women dancing unintentionally brushed against him.

Concentrating on how a nanohive was able to restore a unit's ammunition and armor took his mind off the embarrassment. What he needed most was a stiff drink, and he spared no time getting the bartender's attention, "Whiskey."

"Yup," Jedah replied, "Getting contracts where I'm facing better armed and more disciplined soldiers, my teammates are still green, greener than me anyway. It's like trying to roll the biggest beehive ever up a sheer cliff."

Jedah took a sip from his glass, "But it's still better than digging ditches."

The other fellow was Amarr but Jedah wasn't too worried about him attempting to Reclaim the bar any time soon.

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."

Jakar looks down at his drink. Perhaps staying a little more sober is not a bad idea. He hands it to the waiter and walks up to the man in the ornate brown jacket. "I was told you were looking for me. How can I help you?"

*Arc decides that while he is waiting for his private meeting with Jakar to be scheduled, that he should go to the bar and make some small talk, he scans the area for someone who looks interesting... as if on que a caldari man walks up to the bar and orders a very odd looking drink that arc had never seen before

*Arc walks up to the man "Hello, the name's Arc, what brings a caldari man like you to a gallente club like this?"
*Arc motions the bartender "I'll have one of what he's having,, if that's alright with you mate?"

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.

"Ahh... You must be..." Jakar pauses trying to remember the name. "...Denak Kalamari. Namas." Jakar respectfully returns the bow. "I must obviously ask what you think so far."

Noticing that everyone he was talk to was busy now 21 gets up and walks toward Juvenile and asks him " How are you tonight I don't believe we have met before." He then orders what Juvenile is having. When it arrives he doesn't drink it.

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."

Jakar sighs, clearly not understanding what Denak said. "This is what I get for only learning a few words so far. I should really step it up." He smiles.

"As for why I built the place..." Jakar pauses and looks around the room as though reflecting on something. A weary looks appears on his face. Without looking back at Denak he continues. "I fight so these people, my people, can live without a care. I fight so they don't have to. Though lately I feel like I've been stuck in a loop, so I opened this to take a break, and also to remind myself. I hope that makes sense."

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."

"Actually I'm a true Gallente. Well... you know what I mean, not Intaki or Jin-mei. I recently began looking into the cultures of the Gallente people and I know you're Intaki so I thought it appropriate. I want to know more about what I fight for and who I walk among."

"The Gallente in general. I don't trust the government to do it. They are too cowardly, sitting behind desks stuffing faces and lining pockets. We as a people often forget that there are prices to be paid for our liberties, some prices more hefty than others. Freedom isn't free after all. I fight to reduce the price and I'll do whatever I can to keep it that way. That way they get to worry about trivial things. The latest fashions, the latest holoreels, what to buy for lunch... What to get for their lover's birthday..."

"Sorry. I got a little dark there for a moment. You said you desire to liberate the Intaki from the Federation. I personally would hate to lose the Intaki both as a people and as a culture." The bartender puts the drink on the counter in front of Jakar, who takes a quick sip of it.

"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."

"Well I hope that should you succeed, and trust me I hope you do, that I can still call you a Gallente brother. In your struggle just remember that the Gallente people and the Gallente government are not the same thing. You seem a little uncomfortable. If it's the music, the upper levels aren't as loud if you'd like to continue talking there." Jakar motions to the stairs.

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.

He steps up to Arc. "Ahh. You're back. Thank you for obliging to my request. I'm sorry I was so forceful about it but without certain measures in place the chaotic nature of reveling can easily become the chaotic nature of rioting."

"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.

Denak simply bows his head to Jakar when he goes off to talk to other people, noticing that one more tea was delivered to him on the bar. He didn't want it to go to waste, so instead he remained in the nightclub, looking around inquisitively at the people, especially at Mistaahh and Kador. His and Kador's gazes seemed to meet for a brief moment too, simply tilting his head slightly in curiosity as he got a glimpse of his female companion, before going back to his tea.

"Yes quite tangy indeed" Arc replies while his face puckers up from the lime. "Also i heard you askin about who runs this place, i believe his name is Jakar Umbra, or somethin" *Arc takes another drink, this time he is prepared, and his face doesn't make a fool of him.
"I'm sorry i don't think i caught your name"?

As the pair approach the bar Kador notices Denak out of the corner of his eye, he looks somewhat interested in the pair. Kador gives a slight wave, gestures for the woman behind him to follow, they make their way through the nightclub to the bar.

"Denak, Ashaltiasten." says Kador, proffering a hand to the Intaki. "How are you these days?"

He gestures to the woman behind him.

She is tall and mortal, perhaps reaching five foot eight, has a darker ocher skin tone, her facial features are soft, tapered eye lashes hover over startling grey/violet eyes, full lips. Her slim features are attractive, somewhat, she is lean, muscled, almost stringy. Hardly a day over 22 by most eyes, yet could pass for younger.
She wears a flowing silken dress, crimson almost in the light, but more like to have been some deep vermillion shade, cut in a low neck line, plunging, something Kador definitely did not approve of, exposing much of her slim form, yet concealing the small of her back.

A long flowing lock of raven black hair over her right shoulder, doing an admirable job, yet not disguising, a pale ropy scar on her neck and shoulder which seemed to run down onto her back, a remnant of some long passed trauma.

She also proffers a hand, in a more feminine gesture of greeting

"Ashaltiasten" She says softly " A pleasure to meet a friend of Kado.... uh my Master's"

"You're not the first person to make me such an offer and I doubt you'll be the last. Still, like I told the other person, I'm waiting for things to stabilize before I start accepting investors. I only just opened after all." Jakar took a sip from the drink he was still holding, thankful for his leisure clone's high alcohol tolerance. "I must ask however, what do you think about the club so far?"

Denak swiftly stands up from his stool to give the pair a respectful bow, before accepting the offered hands and shaking them, first Kador's and then his companion's. "Namas, pleasure to meet you." He greets before sitting back on his stool to sip at his tea again.

"I didn't know you were a holder, what's her name?" He asks curiously, eyeing the woman over with curiosity, she certainly had interesting characteristics to her, but his gaze didn't linger for long as to not give Kador a wrong impression, looking back at him.

Kador shrugs apologetically. " This is Satja of the Vherikior.... and no quite right I'm not a Holder in a traditional sense."

"Indeed" Satja nods. "I am technically under another Holder's authority, but serve Ka...Master here as a sort of retainer."

As if to give his approval Kador nods, he gestures to the bar man "Anything specific?" he asks the pair. Satja shakes her head, its plain she is enjoying the nightclub immensely.

*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"

"Ah, I see. Apologies for misunderstanding." he apologizes, nodding once again before adding: "Pleasure to meet you Satja, I'm Denak Kalamari, Intaki by birth."

Denak lifts up his cup of tea for the two, before taking another sip. "The tea here is quite good, you should try ordering one."

"Thank you Denak" says Kador, rather jovially. He was glad the first person he had seen was the Intaki, of all the Gallenteans in New Eden Denak was one of the few he might regret taking a swing at either out of respect, or of the odd aura of calmness he seemed to exude.
" I might just take your advice" he continued, but a sharp look from Satja told him she would not be satisfied with tea.

He ordered the drinks, handed the cool glass to Satja, who took it without word but with a quick smile, that suggested she was happy with the current situation.

The three of them lapsed into a companionable silence, perhaps waiting for a change of song, or perhaps for one of the other club goers to something. Kador tensed his fist, if they were Gallentean it was probably worth being prepared....

Denak simply continues sipping his drink after Kador and Satja got their own, watching his surroundings. He never considered himself a Gallentean, far from it, he was trying his best to separate himself from the Gallente and be just an Intaki, without any greater race to serve. However if Kador were to try swinging at him, or anyone else for that matter, he wouldn't hesitate to counter it.

As he kept drinking his tea, he noticed Kador tensing his fist, perking up an eyebrow. "You're not thinking they're going to pounce and try beat you to death for no reason?"

A figure of peculiar complexion walks smoothly towards them. A figure of a completely androgynous build with a slender core, a slightly shorter size, very dark brown long hair tied back with several bangs sweeping in front of the eyes and sides, and possibly tanned skin complexion. It moves to them with hands embedded in a Caldari fashion coat pocket, the two lengths joined and the colar barely covering the lower lip of its sly and perhaps suspicious grin. Tight cargo pants "swish" and "*****" with every step, the undisclosed objects inside recoiling off of each other. It grabs a vacant chair and pulls up towards the three of them, sitting down with a slight slouch and sigh as it installs.

"Hope you don't mind if I join you're company!" It says in a slightly raspy and equally androgynous voice. Sounding young and chipper, but its eyes and character show a different, more seasoned story.

"I usually venture around clubs like these, there's always something to do, hear, see...or even watch if there's going to be a fight- do fights happen here regularly?"

Clearly this one is of the extrovert type, and possibly over cattery. It then orders a low alcoholic beverage, taking a quick swig and reposing it along the table. Arms crossed, eyes wide, and it's smile prevailing, it eyes its company at the table for a response.

[quote=Denak Kalamari]
Kador also notes the chatty... man, or was it a woman, he couldn't be sure, effeminate features layered atop more masculine ones gave a certain androgynous feeling. He measured himself up next to the newcomer. He wasn't as tall, but perhaps a little thicker around the chest and shoulders, his own aquiline features were decidedly more masculine and plain, perhaps though he admitted not as attractive

Now the Caldari woman behind him is quiet, she stares at the newcomer with slackjawed intensity, Satja, next to her nods approvingly, and mutters something to her that causes a wide grin to spread on the Caldari's face.
She sidles back over to Kador with a feminine grace, though the long dark lock of hair that cover her shoulder are brushed aside revealing the ropy scars on her neck and shoulder. Embarrassed she brushes the hair flat once again, neatly tucking back into place.

"Forgive me..." She begins to say, thankful as the Templar interjects on her behalf.

"Welcome, I suppose. No fights....not yet anyways. I am Kador, this.." he gestures to the slim Vherekior woman.

"Is Satja. It's a pleasure to meet you"

The off duty Templar sighs, then relaxes.

'I suppose not" he relents releasing the tension in his hand, begrudgingly though, his tone is still disapproving, though not directed at Denak himself.

"Seem's I'm always on edge around Gallenteans though...." he seems to think better of the statement. "Intaki of course being the exception."

Demel switches focus towards the Gallente, the smile soothing into a calmer radiance and throwing a leg over the other legs knee on the chair.

"Well thanks! A fight doesn't seem very likely with this much security around." Demel moves a hand around expressively while talking and brings it up swiftly to brush a bang wiping annoyingly across Demel's eyes, the other hand reaching down to the glass and taking a swig of it quickly, sinking into the chair ever so slightly.

"Hope I wasn't intruding in your conversation, sorry if I did." Demel bites the bottom lip, bracing for their response.

Denak lets out a quiet exhale through his nose, downing the rest of his tea in one swig, followed by cracking his neck. "Well, you could have been less, chatty with your approach. But you're already here." he replies, gesturing the bartender for another drink and bowing his head to Demel briefly. "Nice to meet you Demel."

Demel then raises his hands in a questioning pose, slanting his head to the side along with a smirk.
"Sorry, just the way I am."

He then watches the bartender catching Denak's attention and asks for a refill on his also. He slowly watches the bartender walk away and drifts his eyes to the crowd aimlessly, observing the different people and their "night-life" at the club. He turns around right before Denak's greeting, resuming his sly grin.
"Nice to meet you too." Demel replies with a slight bow all the same and a chuckle under his breath, amused and intrigued, but not trying to mock Denak's formality. He then looks back at his company.

As he was sipping, he glanced over to Arc looking at him. He was well aware of his gaze, and he replied it by looking directly into his eyes, asking wordlessly with his gaze: "What do you want?"

He only looked at Arc for a few moments though, before focusing back on Demel. "And what brought you here exactly?"

Denak nods it off forgivingly, crossing his arms on the counter as he waited for a refill on his cup. "Ulniryava, ultiriya." He replies in his native tongue, flashing a brief, forgiving smile.

Denak was always trying to be polite when he was interacting with strangers, he was more relaxed when he was around people he trusted though. When the tea was given to him, he bowed his head gracefully to the bartender, starting to sip the spicy tea again. As he was sipping, he glanced over to Arc looking at him. He was well aware of his gaze, and he replied it by looking directly into his eyes, asking wordlessly with his gaze: "What do you want?"

He only looked at Arc for a few moments though, before focusing back on Demel. "And what brought you here exactly?"

Noticing Denak's eyes, Demel turns around to notice Arc. He swiftly turns to face Denak and his question. Demel inhales deeply, closing his eyes and jutting them wide after a quiet exhale. Refreshing the memories of his most recent contract, still feeling the pain in his abdomen, despite it being just his memory.

"Eh...I had some tough times in a recent fight, my contractor wasn't very happy of the costs despite the operations success.... and she didn't pay me, now I'm here to drown my sorrows," Says Demel with a slight smile. Rubbing his hand across his stomach covertly, "Capsuleers...they don't understand anything other than spreadsheets and rocket science...well...that's not absolutely true, I dated a capsuleer once and she was a pretty nice person, had a lot of isk too- and I'm talking too much again...."

"What about you guys? Here to party, drink, unwind?"

"Sorry for your misfortune, but not all capsuleers are like that. I have many capsuleer friends, but I haven't dated any capsuleer." Denak replies, noting how he seemed physically pained from remembering his latest memories. He gave a small smile and a nod to Demel before quietly muttering quietly to himself the last part: "Or anyone for that matter.".

"I was here to meet the owner of this place originally, since I am running the security department in this facility. Clubs aren't really my thing, but the tea is good so I'll probably stay here for a while before going for a more secluded place." he replies, gazing down at the liquid on his cup, taking another sip of it and enjoying the burn on his tongue from its spicy flavor.

"I guess I was overstating things," Says Demel in a low but audible voice, swirling his drink in his hand before downing the rest of the glass, sighing afterwards, "They're usually of the 'pomp' and 'upper-class' type, but they can be relatable."

Demel looks down at his tea in a bit of a quizzed expression, Tea had never been in Demel's appetite. "Tea huh?..." He then tilts his head and looks away from the tea. "Why don't you like clubs? You work here after all... you should do something you enjoy, or else you're not going to work on it very long." Demel leans back and crosses his arms, turning around to face Denak, his empty glass in his hand.

"The ones who are like that are usually the ones who don't last that long. We might be "immortal", but we are still vulnerable to stress, burning out and even permanent death, the former two being quite, familiar for clone soldiers." He explains, looking at the blank wall ahead for a few moments, lost in thought.

"I don't work here in this club, I work in the facility that houses this club. But my occupation is more nominal, the true control over this facility is with CONCORD. I just make sure that incidents don't happen whenever I can from doing contracts or helping out the ILF."

"Your distraction is the reason why I come here," he says, downing his drink, the alcohol showing its effect on him. He takes a second to reorient himself and licks his lips, ravenous for something more. "I put way too much on the line in one op', and failure was my end result, so I repent in sin."

"I don't want to think really," Demel turns to face Denak, "It's fine with me if you leave."

"Well, my original intention was to only be here for a short time, guess I'll head out then." He ponders, brushing up his coat a little before standing up, and giving Demel a deep bow, his arms tucked firmy against his sides. "Thank you for the talk. Prataya yavati." He adds, before quickly making his way towards the exit.

"Gentlemen"

"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.

"****! Go!" he shouts in his comms, ordering his security to go for Aztec. Five security guards lunge to grab the man as Jakar closes the distance quickly.

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

Satja swiftly covers the distance between herself and Denak.

"Anything I can do?" she asks, her voice shaking as the words leave her mouth, her hands are raised almost fidgeting over the wound, but not daring to touch it without permission. Her hair is flipped over her shoulder now, revealing the ropy burns and scarred flesh on her right shoulder, though she seems not to care.

Denak was deeply focused on treating the wounded security officer, laying him down on the floor behind the counter, safe from the fight on the other side. He barely acknowledged Satja's approach and question, simply placing an icepack on her hands as he was focused on treating the stabwound. "He might have a concussion, put this on his head, keep him still and see if he's conscious, keep him calm if he is." He instructs, eyes fixed at the security guard's stabbed hand.

The blade had went through his hand entirely, but luckily didn't hit any joints so he should still retain movement on his hand. He didn't remove the knife though, instead he kept it in its place, breaking off the hilt while trying his best to treat the wound around the blade, disinfecting it, applying pressure on it and wrapping it in a bandage.

"We need to get him to a medical facility to treat the wound." He also added, looking up at Satja to see how she was doing.

*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.*

*Arc hands Satja the civillian nanite injector, then rushes over to Jakar.

"Sorry mate, i know your a little busy, but just know that I'll try my best to stop all the incidents i see here." "so can i get a permit as a temporary security guard, that way i can come in when theres an incident. i promise i won't hurt any innocents." adds Arc.

Jakar's eyes narrow and for a brief moment he contemplates using Demel's weapon to shoot both of them in the head. Still he grabs the strange hybrid of Matari and Ammarian technology and moves to the situation.

He aims at Aztec's skull, along with all the other security guards who were near enough to get clean shots. "Get the civvies away from the bar," he whispers in his comm. "No one else comes inside."

Outside the bouncer gets the order and instantly shuts the door, citing that an emergency was going on.

"What's wrong friend?" Jakar says, addressing Aztec and looking into his bloodshot eyes. His eyes occasionally drift to the unconscious guard.

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.

((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.

((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.

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.

"Denak could you please explain why this lunatic is looking to tear my club apart just to find you?

Denak first addresses the nanite injector given to him as he was done treating the stab wound, looking at it quite suspiciously. Even if it was a civilian injector, those things were really potent and considering the situation, a little too excessive.

((I'll make a compromise and say Aztec was tripped and thus fell over))

"I have no knowledge of the matter Jakar, I don't know why he is here or why he started a fight." He explains, taking the now conscious security guard's arm and placing it over his shoulder, lifting him up. "Now I would love to continue the interrogation, but there's a man who needs treatment I need to carry." He adds, as he started to slowly walk towards the exit, where Kador and Satja presumably were.

((This could still be continued in the Summit hallways Adamance, if you wish))

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?"

((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?"

"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."

*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.

"Welcome to the Second Hex. You look new here," she smiles. "The dance floor is right in front of you if you want to work up a sweat. There are bars on this floor and on each of the balconies if you're looking for a drink or a snack. The casino is on the top floor on the glass ceiling. The music isn't as loud up there if you're wondering. If you want a show there are dancers just about everywhere." She motions to a set of double doors on either side next to the stairs that lead up to the balconies. "If you're feeling more adventurous, the Pleasure Hub is downstairs. If you need a party favour" - she produces a small clear plastic zip bag with a few varying narcotics - "we can provide."

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

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."

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.

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."

*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."

*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."

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?"

"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?"

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*

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.

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?"

"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?"

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?"

"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."

"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.

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."

"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.

'walks up to the club, and pulls out a Ion pistol, then aims it at the bouncer' Where's Jakar. I am in need with a word with this gentleman. 'bouncer reaches for pistol, Godin shoots bouncer' Guess I'm doing this **** the hard way then. 'sighs, activates codex' Mikey, I'm going to need the stuff. Yes, now. I don't care that the Empire sent more kittens, just bring it! 'sits and waits for mikey to show. 5 inutes later, a car pulls up' About time you got here! Okay, set the charges there, there, and there 'points towards the doors, and a wall' Pull up to the wall when I call floor the escape ride. Now, where's the shotty, and the suit? 'Mickey pints towards the Gallente Assault suit, and the shotgun' Okay, suiting up 'transfers conscience to clone, grabs shotty, holsters Ion pistol; grabs extra ammo' Okay Mickey, scat. 'accesses codex, blows charges; walks in giant hole'

((Godin was then entirely ignored by the RP community))

'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 ************!

(( Holy crap! Am I this annoying? I feel so bad right now... :( ))

((Oh shut up. This has nothing to do with your uptight ass.))

((Godin was then entirely ignored by the entire RP community again by being an illiterate, powergaming, arrogant and bad roleplayer, and nobody shed a tear))

Arc see's the man causing all this destruction while he is waiting for his meeting with Jakar. So he walks over behind the madman. Once behind Arc throws a very powerful punch right into the back of Godin's neck, as godin reacts Arc grabs the pistol out of Godins hand breaks the pistol in two, then throws it to the ground "No, you can have your meeting with Jakar after the rest of us" Arc then smiles at godin and waves for security to come over.

"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."

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."

" doctors had to amputate Bruno's arm because of the damage he took to the left shoulder reigon, but he'll make it. i've got a few doctors working on properly restoring his biorhythm and fitting him with a prosthetic until his new arm is properly regrown. until then he's out of commission for at least a couple of weeks."

"but why bring a millitary black ops mission into a club with civies. Clearly this is a terrorist organization, or pirates"

Jakar steps back into the club, with Hunter off to carry Bruno to the medbay. He motions for Demel to follow, smiling at Demel's display not a moment ago. "You would be able to get me a booth made of military grade explosive resistant materials and polymers?"

"You have my attention, though why are we in the pleasure hub?"

Jakar looks down for just a brief moment and bows slightly. She returns it with confidence, a sly smile on her face. She mouths a word to Jakar, "Clients?". He shakes his head and turns back to the wall, pulling out his datapad. He inputs a command and a door opens.

He turns to the group behind him. "Welcome to my monitoring room. Lot of good it seems to be doing lately, with all the stuff that's been going on."

J

Jakar sighs as he takes a seat. "You're right Demel, I'm not one to show-off. The reason I've brought you here is to thank you for your assistance with all that's happened. I also want to ask if you guys are interested enough to be more or less my freelance security. Having a couple of immortals I can rely on with the hell that this place seems to be turning out to be would be invaluable, and don't worry. No uniforms. Demel we'll discuss you supplying me with the booth for the bouncer. If I like what I see, I'll contract you for a few heftier matters."

"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."

"Hey Demel, what do you do exactly, besides being a merc?" Arc asks Demel. "You sure do seem like a handy guy."

"Think of it more like a giant piston made with the dimensions of a door. It's essentially a wall with hydraulics."

"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?"

"It should easily take the position of the last emergency door, with some adjustments for size and the new mechanics. I can foreman the installation and hire the crew easily enough; put some of my more potent skills to use. It's just removal of the bulkhead, adjust for the new door's size and the new hydraulics, make sure it responds as required and for the most part that should be it. With the right equipment and an efficient enough crew it honestly should take less than an hour unless something happens. The walls are decently reinforced but there's honestly a lot of empty space in that particular area just for such a situation."

Why does everyone like disturbing the peace. It's just a club."

"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..."

"I'd prefer to do it all at once. I'm doubtful that much else will happen." Jakar gets a distant look in his eye for a moment. "I think I'll eat out today. Maybe that place that just opened; Aria's I think it is. I'll stop by your place once I'm finished eating. I don't think I'll need a demo though. I've seen enough of those types of doors to know how they work and, in some cases, make them work when they're not supposed to. You ever see a HAV get crushed by one fit onto a warehouse?" Jakar smiles lightly and shakes his head at the memory, leaving it to Demel's imagination.

After a few seconds, Jakar stands up and walks to the door. "I'm going to lunch. I'll see you in maybe an hour."

*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.