Braxton's mind was a flurry. The intrusion on his working put a hold on any attempt to get credits to keep stalling about till his ship was fixed. His higher than thou attitude already doubted that it'd be done before a week's yard. The only people who worked repairing ships were ones that didn't make a difference in the galaxy. Simpletons, and they couldn't be relied upon to get the job done in a timely manner. ASAT was already dwindling in membership, but without an ability to get back to the quadrant of the galaxy he needed to be in it just left him here to slowly writhe in agony, and his own short comings, and what he as leader would have to take blame for. The media had tried to call upon him one time for an interview, and it turned into such a disaster piece only helping fuel the propaganda machine the galactic government was making against his 'terrorist' group. His mind needed to be off it's stress, and doubt so he taps middle, and index finger against his ear piece. "Listen up boys.. Need a wing man for tonight."<br/><br/>There was some chatter on the other end, and arguing even - this was a good chance to gain status within the organization. A night out with the boss? Yet the one who was silent gained Brax's favor. "I can't trust these morons - if I'm going to be slaying anything tonight I can't take these fools.. Elek, you're up.." There's a array of confusion followed by some erratic beeping from robot's language filter. Braxton grins at the displeasure of the robot mercenary being chosen as his helping hand. "Oh come on, you brute... lighten up, and live a little. You could always bring that pretty sister of yours if it makes you feel better."<br/><br/>If the leader could see the robot's lens it'd flash a bright crimson red insinuating anger before turning neon yellow as rage starts to subside. Platinum digits twirl into fist, and unwind back, and forth in the same motion as he sits behind the controls of his ship. Elek was seething at the male's impulse. Of course he would bring her up, wouldn't he? Being the right hand to such a jackass could get infuriating at times, but he reels in his rage some, and the lens beneath hollowed out eye sockets of his robotic skull keep focused on the road ahead as he traces the cordinates of Braxton's ear piece. "Aye, I'm on the way, but you bring up A again? And ya might not have any teeth left, alright?" His twin was the only thing keeping him insane in all the chaos since he'd lost his body, and was something he didn't take lightly to the other male mentioning. He knew her history of being an party girl, but he preferred to pretend to not notice things that were so publicly out in the open.<br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/circle-cropped-png.60171/" title="circle-cropped.png">
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</div></div>Obsidian covered boots cover ground as the towering mechanical masterpiece at an immerse six foot five. Generic human garments cover his body as to not scare anyone. A black, and grey striped tee, with a pair of baggy light gray cargo jeans adorning his lower half. Retinal cameras scan the area for any threats. This was one of many shells that Elek used for his consciousness, but was far from the most effective in combat. The metallic Goliath looks around, and scans the bar for the male who'd signaled his help. He's distracted temporarily by the many races at the bar. This was unlike the galactic railways he'd used to travel the stations. A quick glance at one species, or another there - they were more calm, and not in a rush to get to the next planet. He got time to carefully study the intricacies of each race. After a few seconds of admiring alien women he raises his voice parameters, and speaks with authority.<br/><br/>"<b><i>Anybody see where the jackass with the computer went?</i></b>"