Bartender runs for the door, shouting and screaming, he runs out and heads down to the corridor, looking to raise the alarm. Savage, remains seated, staring at the melting carcass of the rogue. He looked at DR, or what he thought to be human, trying to make out the gargled image in his head. It was staring at him, possibly with intent to kill. Savage pondered... it could be infection, it could be infected... He thought to himself about this, he never saw an infected person before, never knew what they looked like, but this looks extreme, this could be dangerous he thought, for not just the rogues...
This isn't the work of cadarmine either, this has to be the work of the Nomads. The creature, although still resembling human traits, but with a slightly mad look about it, was slowly approaching Savage's table. Savage stood up, took out the energy cell from his blaster, and threw it towards DR.
It was a split second moment, but it was what Savage needed. He saw how it pounced onto the rogue, cat-like reflexes, impressive indeed. But Savage was smarter, he was of stabled mind. The creature looked at the blaster with a complexion look, then, it went down. Savage always keeps a handy small minuscule neutron weapon in his sleeve. They call it the "assassins weapon". Savage aimed for the head, or what looked like the head of the former DR, and landed a spot, splitting the mad mans head apart. His blaster served as a good distraction.
The far door opened, and rogues and outcasts alike come trialling in, looking at the sheer carnage that took place. Blood splattering the wall, mutant guts over the deck.
They gave a look at Savage, not a friendly look either.. Savage presumed that they might think he's "infected"...
"I'm going to get out of here, and Bartender, be sure to have some sort of screening filter next time"...
"Where you going Savage, you can't leave yet", one of the rogues stated.
"O I'm leaving, I had a rough day and now this, by god I am leaving, in case any of you sod's have been drinking out of the same glass as this one", with that, Savage left the Bar.
He opened the side door to his ship, Wolf Claw, and stepped in. Being overly cautious, he doubled check the cargo and the back, and scanned for anything foreign within the ship itself. It was clear. He set off to Liberty space. Strangely enough, he had a overwhelming urge to report this incident to the liberty police...
If it was a nomad infection of some kind... Nah, he thought... the liberty police would be all over the badlands... Can't do that, but he knew, next time he was going back, he will have to be extra careful. He set off to outcast space, they need to be aware of this.