The holo flared to life.
Same old one from the first shack it existed.
And below it, a small sign also came to life.
Welcome to the Blood Money. Today's soup is booze, everyday. And here are some rules.
#1: No guns. You bring a gun into this bar, we reserve the right to let Silver choose a death for you.
And for it to be broadcasted through out the Omegas, and to whatever is your family.
Reavers are exempt of this rule.
#2: You pay your tab. You don't get to walk out with booze or bar appliances to pay.
#3: If a brawl happens, the Reaver Merc. Co. will deny any participation afterwards it.
So.. If your hand was broken by Lazuli or Lemon, you were drunk at the time and certainly were imaginating things.
#4: Sh** happens.
#5: In case of urgent medical treatment, please head to the back of the bar, to the Clinic for treatment.
#6: You got a problem with a Reaver? You're in the worst place possible, bubba. And that means we get to kill you.
#7: When a Reaver decides to kill you, it's gonna be horrid. It's gonna be messy. And you can bet it's gonna be fun.
Silver grinned looking at it.
Inside, there was bustle of a small crew fixing and placing all the furniture and electric systems.
O'Reilly was directing the men where he wanted the bar and kept shouting if it wasn't like he wanted.
Dagon was there, supervising the entrance and looking around.
"Miss Silver." She nodded. "Didn't expected you here. Or you helping setting up the bar."
"Dagon." Silver nodded back. "Posting the holo is a ritual, what can i say?"
Suddenly a loud bang was heard inside. Both women looked inside.
The wall that they carved out of the old Armstrong bar was being placed into one of the walls.
"Why.." Kaze Dagon never finished it.
"Did we brought that? It's our wall. T'ill end do us part." Kalliste smirked a little. "I'll be off now, got some deals to work."
"Understood, Silver.. Lady." Kaze replied with a smirk as she walked into the bar.
Silver stopped and grumbled something before walking away again.