The man in the hood just lets an eye look over the 'vet' for a second looking at him."No friend of mine."He slid his hands into the open middle of his coat rubbing slightly being cold a red beam coming from his cloak now being directly on the man holding the gun directly where his heart would be. But he wouldn't make any acknowledgement towards him. "And I believe scar face... that, that question was not directed towards you and further more you're not getting into her 'pants' or harm her.... so why don't you go work on bugging someone else." A second beam would be pointed towards the 'vet' but being in the middle bottom of his jaw. "Now if the lady doesn't want you to stay here.... and talk with me instead I would expect you to respect that and if not well then you should take a lesson in how to treat a lady." Throughout the entire time he kept his face concealed from everyone but the woman sitting across from him, having his hands on two concealed pistols the red dots only visible at the end of the targeting, ready to shoot even if they made the slightest movements to show hostility. He turned his attention back to her after saying his piece to the 'vet' but keeping a eye on him and his friend."You know me.... I just 'know' things here and there.... heard you where having a nice 'peaceful' drink here and decided to come along and crash the party.... of drunk pirates.... brawls... and."He motions towards the 'vet'"Rude.... scar faced idiots who can't see when a lady is busy with someone." He pays great attention to the two men being able to see through his hood but they wouldn't be able to see him or who he was looking at the dots never moving from their spots even if they moved they stayed firmly stuck in their places.
...the lasersights so close to dealing their marks...
...the brush of death just in between hair's width...
... The thrill of the moment...
He didn't look directly underneath at the hooded man not because of fear, but at respect for his potential adversary... The man eventually stopped in his tracks just between his table and the old veteran to keep his tactical distance... 'smart move', Katarn thought.
Nothing of the old vet moved saved for the throbbing of his chest breathing and his face grinning with excitement, "Ah... rude, eh? Is that how you treat your elders, lad? hahahahaaah... ah... This brings back memories...
"And no... to answer something rhetorical... I'm not looking 'directly' at the young lady here... She's not much of my taste anyway, HAHAH! I prefer Corsair woman, as a matter of fact... Lots of backbone in 'em, than these prissy-lookin shemales...
"No... young lad... I'm not looking at the lass... I'm looking at the company she's attracting... You... are a fine specimen at what this ol' man seeks..." He grins even further, and lowers his head until the overhead light shining on his eyes are blocked, darkening them until they were almost unseen, "If you think I'll shoot... I won't blame ye, lad... But let me tell you this at least:
"I... am just an oooold man looking for some 'fun'... I ain't gonna interrupt yer 'business' if ye like... so long as there be some shootin to be had... afterwards. And it ain't ettiquette to disappoint an ol' man, per se... hahahahh....
"That's my favor... and you can do whateveh ya want, lad... I'll be watchin... and waitin... for the fun to come.... heheheh... hahahah... HAHAHAHAHA!!!" His grin was now so devilish some of the other patrons' stomachs started to churn
Jeremy was getting nervous: Katarn had two sights dead-on their marks, and it didn't look like he was going to get away this one... He soon decided it was best not to get involved, and went to disappear beneath the bartable... slowly...
He clenchs his jaw as he talks about Jessica in such a way shifting his hand and flinging a blade down into the side of his calf muscle."Never talk about my friends in such a way and this lady... has a alot more backbone then any corsair woman...... and she didn't attract me here.... she came here because this was my last known location.... now clear off." He aims his gun shooting the gun in the mans hand the shot burning through it melting it. "I am in no mood for interruptions in or out... and you aren't a target my 'masters' care about, keep bugging me and I will show you exactly why they seeked me out.... and any way I am just a Teenager.... talking to my friend and.... really I m not so forgiving.... neck might as well go through your chest and even threaten the lady, well then your friend and you will be spending some time with me.... my knives and my short temper." He breathes heavier a hand rubing at the back of his neck gripping something else as his hood moves slightly comming over his head, Jessica would see a metal helmet move over his head, then hiding his face from her too the hood closing around so no one could.
Katarn was elated when his calf-muscle was pierced through. He appraised his wound very thoughtfully, then he looked at his robotic hand essentially melted through... He admired at how well-aimed the shot was to the construct, and raised an eyebrow when he saw it was a clean shot. Then he looked down at his mug that fell because the hand that held it was destroyed... shattered...
With the hand that was supposed to grab the pistol, he released the grip and slowly motioned it towards the pierce on his leg. Then he slowly... slowly... slowly... took the knife out of it, and enjoyed every waking moment of it. Massive amounts of blood started to gush forth from the wound, but his face showed no pain... no worry...
He took the knife close to his mouth, sniffed it with one breath, then licked the blood clean off of it like a lolipop. After he was done, he placed the knife into one of his trenchcoat's pocket, and then turned around back to the bartable.
Jeremy heard the whole blood-curldling event and when he saw the wound Katarn had, his face turned pale-white at the severity of it, "KATARN! Look at what a fine mess you've gotten yourself into! I'll go ahead and call the doctor then---"
"Meh... it's just a scratch..." Katarn motioned his remaining hand over to his wound and held it tightly, effectively stopping the bleeding due to sheer strength alone, "If you want to do something useful, though... you could go over to the equipment dealer and ask for a replacement hand for this thing," He shows off the stump on his robotic arm with pride, "I can't just continue eating knowing my hand's missing.
"That lad... heh... sure does remind me of my very first fight back in '32... Ah... those were the days..." He lets his mind wander off to times past, "Good lad, by the way... Cares much about his lassy's feelins to boot, HAHAHA! And he knows much about creating a fun environment! ... Reminds me of that date I had with Sinclair... heheheh..."
Jeremy was wandering to and fro looking for the medicine cabinet around the Bar, "C'mon, Katarn! We've gotta---"
"Oh, quit your whining and listen!" He takes out a stimpack from one of his trenchcoat pockets and injects it into the calf muscle... Within a few seconds, the wound practically stopped bleeding, "Now then... where was I..."
Jeremy couldn't believe his eyes: the wound had stopped bleeding! "Wha--- How--- What was tha---"
"This little thing? It's a cocktail I wipped up from some of Planet Gaia's flora. Stops bleeding for at least 5 minutes, but still retains that oh so juicy feeling of pain... Enough time for you to KEEP LISTENING TO ME! ... Ah... Young people these days..."
The bartender raised his eyes in disbelief; but seeing as how it would be futile to take the veteran to any form of medical care anytime soon he soon decided to send the old vet another glass of Black Grog...
Jessica regarded the company in this bar carefully "Why don't we all just calm down, if you leave my friend and I alone, we'll be out of your hair in no time"
She thought things over "Might be safer for you as well to back down."
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a Navy issue pistol, releasing the safety.
She turned back to Chris "Well, thank you for flying in to rescue me, I wonder if perhaps we should go somewhere more private?"
Iâll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because itâs flag that I love
And a flag that I trust
Vixen walked into the bar from her ship. She looked around the bar from underneath her hood, flicking her ears restlessly. She looked at the people in the bar, her overly powerful eyesight flashing over each one, looking for any signs of recognition. Finally, her eyes alighted on a hooded fellow, whos voice, as he passed his last few words, seemed...chillingly familiar. In a moment, she figured out where she'd heard the voice before, and her eyes went wide, before she concealed her reaction.
Her hand dropped to one leg, and she removed a rather-large pistol, that came around her hand in a pincer-shape, with the barrel sitting over the top of her hand and the ammo pack below. Affixing it to her glove, she walked over to where the hooded figure was sitting, drawing a seat from a nearby table and pulling up across the table from him. Affixing him with a hooded gaze, she spoke.
"Well well, if it isn't the captain of the Nephilim...i would never mistake that voice, or that appearance."
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Her hand dropped to one leg, and she removed a rather-large pistol, that came around her hand in a pincer-shape, with the barrel sitting over the top of her hand and the ammo pack below.
...
Katarn's ear heard the sweet click of the pistol as it came out of its holster.
He turned around with his hand still on the wound, and grinned with a smile of satisfaction...
"Well.. If I can't enjoy the fun myself... at least I'll be able to watch it! HAHAHAHA!!!"
He leans his robotic arm on the bartable and calls Jeremy for another round of Black Grog as he watched with eagerness as to what would happen next...
Vixen looked over to the fellow, wincing at the noise. She raised a finger to her lips, revealing a very small area of pink fur as her sleeve fell down a little, and made a 'shhh' sound. Lowering her hand, and slipping her sleeve back up, she fingered the trigger lightly.
"Hey, look...i just got here from three bottles of wine, and i have more than a little of a headache...so can you please, maybe, be a -little- quiet?"
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
He let go of his wound, then waved his hand with a slow, horizontal chop-like motion palm-up, as if he was trying to say silently that she was obliged to continue on...
Afterwards, his hand fell back upon the wound with a soft thump. He leaned further on his chair as Jeremy came back with the grog in his hands.
But his eyes momentarily batted themselves at the door as if expecting some people to come, before he looked back at the woman holding the interesting gun...
Christopher looked back at the other person with a pistol, rolling his eyes as the new disturbance, he left a shot come from his cloak and hit the pistol being one big target."Fluffy go bug, scar face.... us soldiers are talking and keep interrupting me and I will stick wax's strips all over your body."From then on he kept a eye on her movements but other then that completely ignore her. sighing heavily he went back to his conversation getting sick and tired of all the disturbances.
He spoke to Jessica keeping his hands on his pistols. "Because one.... no ones ever calm... two I attract to much attention.... and three some of them have fur."He shakes his head slightly."Now M'era... why don't we just continue.... next one to disturb me and my business, I am going to just shoot them in the leg.... so please... continue." He sat back slightly having one hand still concealed but having the other go over the new hole."My favorite item of clothing too..... and that shouldn't be necessary and I know rescuing you isn't necessary either, so you came all this way to find me.... why?"
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