A long walk finally found Vedelo at the wretched dive bar. Not much compared to the lavish night club he had once owned on Tanith. A place that wasn't anymore. He was tired. The last kill had left a bad taste in his mouth. He needed a drink. And more importantly a way off this cesspit of a rock. He had heard rumors that there was going to be an interesting crowd tonight. His belongings were with him this time. Not much. The few weapons and ammo he had left along with his souvenirs all hung from a sack on his back. He was clad in his flak armor, though he kept his mask off for the time being. It was close at hand.<br/><br/>Entering the establishment, he wasn't disappointed. Not one but two orks were at a table. Talking in their guttural accents. A party of Dark Eldar sat in the corner quietly. Several Ta'u were present. AND to complete this bizzare crowd, at least three Chaos Marines. A lone what-looked-to-be Imperial Guardsmen also occupied the bar. He was surprised about several things. First off, that the bar hadn't reached critical mass from sheer body weight in the premise. And that so many different beings were so close.<br/><br/>Sliding up to the bar Vedelo ordered a pint of the local poss from the bartender, an plump, agitated looking fellow. Dropping what was surely not enough money on the bar before slinking away unseen, he made his way to a corner to lean and watch. If nothing else the entertainment that could be about to happen would be worth the trip.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4080FF">"God-Emperor be damned this is foul,"</span>he muttered to himself as he sipped the drink. He'd trade two spare barrels of his long las for a glass of Sacra right now.