He pauses for a minute and scans the room for a large gaggle of girls (normaly where Sunny would be). Not seeing any he returns his attention to the bar. "Give me a Steamroller. Light on the beer and heavy on the rocks." He looks around again and sees a fairly drunk maiden sitting at the bar. "And whatever she is having." he concludes.
The barman wiped with a towel some glasses as he nodded to Thallia. He chuckled a little and prepared a glass of her order. "No probs, sweetheart. Here." He slid her the Black Russian next to her and took some credits from the pile she put down. "And... the ladies are one of the perks." He smirks and winks.
He nods a 'hey' to the young man and slides another glass towards him and mixes the steamroller in front of him. "Here yeah go, lad. One Steamroller for yeah... and..." He gets another glass and pours another Black Russian. "Black Russian. She's a keeper." He laughs and winks. "Yeah guys let me know if you need anything else." He states as he walks off to cater to the other customers at the bar that have lined up.
With out taking another look He downs the Steamroller in one go. Setting the glass on the table he takes the second drink in hand and moves toward the lady. "Thanks Frank." He says to the bar tender between the thumping of the bass. Turning his attention back to the lass. "So how were the races?" He asks much closer now and able to communicate through the bleeding mess of sound that permeated the club.
Thallia turned her head to look at the guy next to her, her expression revealing her surprise. "Hey, urm... ye... th...the races we're urm, pretty enjoyable. New to the r..race scene, was ur... quite intense." Her startled expression became a slight smile. "D...do you attend often... Mr...?"
Sunny chuckled and grinned widely at Yoshida's response. "Hehehe... very good." He leans forwards. "And what would you give... if you could stab this very heart?"
He stood up and went up to the table and moved his hand over to the hologram. "We have a beautiful relationship, Yoshida, if you have not noticed..." He turns the planet around as if it is a ball to play with and then walks towards the hackers and behind them. "You are the ones doing the dirty work... going in the face of these puppets and frightening them... making them feel uncomfortable... We are the smugglers... going behind the scenes and dropping thing off behind their backs...." The hologram shows a render next to the planet of Lane Hackers fighting and taking down targets while on the other side an Archangel smuggler is docking to the planet. "What would happen if we were to merge these traits?" He asks them as he is behind them now and puts a hand on the shoulder of Yoshida and another Hacker as he leans forward and looks at the hologram. The hologram's blue changes to a red tint.
"You see, Yoshida... I think we both feel we need a little extra cash in our pockets... and I believe you won't be able to resist such a challenge to make some cash... and do what the Lane Hackers do best... invoke fear..." He chuckles and moves back around them and sits back down on the couch as he takes a drink with him to sip. The holograms starts to zoom into the planet....
"So what would you say if you'd have the chance ... "
The hologram zooms into the capitol city of the planet and it's is centered around Interspace Incorporated Headquaters.
"... to leach them dry."
No, I don't drink. Yes, I drink sometimes, hey, look, funny face - I don't drink A.L.C.O.H.O.L. Okay, that's it, who do I have to frag to get a soda in this place? Hey, don't look at me like that, I'm not going to shoot you. Put the shotgun down, easy John Wayne. If I was going to shoot you you'd be dead already. Pow.
You notice a sudden ripple of silence in the otherwise effusive drunkards, dissolutes and revellers clustering up the bar, the sea of patrons parting like the Red Sea before a seven foot gleaming steel amazon of a Moses. This is going to be good.
You guys sell burgers? Sweet. Triple cheese, extra relish, double tomato, three patties, all the sauces, grill the chicken till it looks like a bombsight and get liberal with the onion rings. There better be no real meat in that maple bacon or I'm going to hell. Yeah, no spit in it either. You asshole, I'm a fracking transhuman death machine, I will spectroscope the crap out of that burger and if I find one particle of your DNA in it you can say auf Wiedersehen to your johnson, your family's johnsons, your sister's johnson and your dog's. Damn right you're going to apologise. Poser.
A profanely tattooed racer ejects himself from his before two thirds of a ton of plasteel and nanopolymer flop into his lap. The much-maligned stool buckles with protest, arcing like a bungee chord. You wonder if it's going to ping off and decapitate someone when she gets up.
I'm a hero of the frigging nomad war, damnit. I'm a regular Von Clausen, I save the universe for a frigging living, I get shot at by frigging libertonians cleaning up their scum problem without so much as a by-your-leave and nobody has the presence of mind to serve me some frigging tap water. I am a fricking walking hydraulic press with legs, and they sneer at me like I'm a dumbass because I won't drink alcohol like your average neo-fascist redneck gangbanger xeno tushwipe. Allah have mercy, I've got nanorobotic filters for lungs and I still got a cold in this place. She grimaces, aggressively sniffling.
This is going to be good.