The barman was simply amazed by the sheer number of people that were in his bar. IF they could be called people that is, for the Xeno was hardly a person of note. Even they were royalty in their horrific race’s eyes. But still he would serve them, money in his pocket was better than money in their pockets.<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Heraz merely watched and took momentary sips from his drink as other patrons started to flood into the small and dingy ball. He noted that two of his long term allies, Fain and his…sister, Aleria had walked in. Calling the latter a woman had always confused Heraz, but it was wise to not question the whims of Slaanesh and his…or her, followers.<span style="color: #004080">“Greetings brother and, sister.” </span>His response was, nodding at them both as they entered the bar. He had first met them many centuries ago, when they were naught but dogged loyalists under the corpse-Emperor, but he had changed that, and brought them under the power of the Chaos gods. The younger of them seemed to take a liking to Slaanesh, while the elder seemed to merely be undivided. When he spied that the man’s ‘sister’ was seething with barely controlled rage, Heraz felt that he should ask the reasoning.<span style="color: #004080"> “What’s wrong with her? Isn’t the bar or the tavern the seat of Slaanesh? Were people come to seek pleasure in alcohol…not that beings such as ourselves are affected by such liquids.” </span>He found it rather odd, but not as odd as the other creatures that trod through that.<br/><br/>A smallish humanoid followed the two hulking Space Marines; he was clad in a thick and dark robe. Covering his flesh and any weapons that may be present upon him. Heraz didn’t exactly know what to think of him. Perhaps some begging wretch off the streets looking for a hand out of gruel? It certainly wasn’t out of the question. However, when he hurried himself over to the short Tau woman, Heraz began to believe that the man was in turn a Tau. Perhaps they were even spies for their damned empire…then again; their empire seemed like a sparkling gem compared to many worlds of the Imperium. More likely, were that they were left here by the recent Tau conflicts; he had seen a few other soldiers now turned into ‘exiled’ soldiers. Either way, Hera saw not a single reason to interfere, and as such he did nothing but merely drink from his own glass of booze while watching the door. It was wise to always pay attention to details, and keep an eye on the exits. He did notice however, a normal human come walking in. A guardsman.<br/><br/>A subtle hiss of hate could just about be heard from Heraz’s direction as he slowly moved towards the guardsman’s position. He had taken a seat upon a stool just by the bar. Heraz now stood behind him, though he leaned in close to his ear and asked him.<span style="color: #004080"> “Tell me wretched loyalist, why are you here? And do answer quickly; I am loathe to have to wait for answers from the likes of you.” </span>His tone was calm yet no less threatening, like a viper just waiting to strike at its prey. “Hope that I do not have to spread your entrails across this planet.” He finished up; his tone still just as terrifying as the moment that he began.<br/><br/>Drawing away from the man, a group of abnormally tall individuals walked into the bar. Heraz recognised them instantly, by their black armour and the shape of their helmets.<span style="color: #004080">“Dark Eldar…” </span>He said under his breath, he had fought many conflicts against their raiding parties, if it had taught him anything it was that Eldar was quick but no tougher than a human. And there were three of them. Just perfect. He watched as the tall haughty beings ousted a human from his table, killing him in the process, before continuing on like nothing had ever happened. Heraz hated them, loathed them even. Everything about them, not even Slaanesh was as fickle as those creatures with the pointed ears. However, he would not act against them. Instead he turned back to Fain and said to him.<span style="color: #004080">“Come brother, let us talk.”</span>Before walking off to where his insult hurling sister was sat.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Morskrar couldn’t believe his crimson red eyes. There were just about every race that could put up a good scrap! All within easy reach! From huge and power armoured Space marines, to weedy little ‘ooman guardsmen. This bar had it all. But he was most impressed by the black armoured creatures that walked in, with spikes adorning nigh on all their armour. They had pointed ears, and pale white skin. Not Orky enough.<span style="color: #00FF00"> “Oi! nife eaurz!” </span>He bellowed at them, in his usual loud yet intimidating tone.<span style="color: #00FF00">“You izunt ‘ard enuff ya bunch a panziez! Not like a proppa Ork!” </span>He finished, a large toothed grin spread across his features. Morskrar would love nothing more than to bash a few heads, especially the heads of those weird pointy-eared creatures.<br/><br/>But for all his bloodlust and enthusiasm for a good fight, he knew that he may have to back down when someone quite literally took the door off its hinges. A huge hulking Ork, far larger he was. A nob. He literally took the door from its hinges with his colossal strength.<span style="color: #008000"> ‘By Mork, another ork on diz panzie planet? how did ya get here?’ </span>He heard the fellow Ork ask him, and so he answered.<span style="color: #00FF00"> “Dez oomanz fout dey cud take my klanz wurld! But I came back ‘ere on one of dere shipz, killed ‘undruds of oomanz since den.” </span>Morskrar was quite impressed to see another Ork on this planet; so far he had only really seen humans in large numbers, and nothing that would put up a good enough scrap for his tastes. Even the supply dumps here were too easy to bomb!<span style="color: #00FF00">“But wait, ain’t you dat Wortbad fella?”</span>The smaller Ork asked. He had heard of the pit fighting that went on in some of the low spires, but he had never found any of the locations, the humans though, often spoke of an Ork than could beat any human, perhaps this was him?<br/><br/>In his dealings with the larger Ork, Morskrar had barely noticed the other man walking into the bar and ordering his drink. He didn’t care all too much about much however, not unless it gave him more choppiness, more dakka or put up a good scrap. He did however; notice what looked to be another of the ‘knife ears’ this time a woman that was walking past him. She had apparently placed a hand upon his shoulder, not that the Ork could actually feel such a gentle amount of pressure. An Ork’s body barely recognised getting shot! Let alone a some pointy ears putting a hand on them! Taking his mind off the pointy-ears woman, he shouted over the barman once more.<span style="color: #00FF00">“Oi! Barmun! Get us a drink wud ya?”</span><br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Ash’Vren was getting progressively more and more anxious due to the sheer number of weird alien creatures that were gathering around her. Gue’la, Eldar, even Orks. They all made her feel nervous; she had never really liked many of the races outside of the Tau empire, despite what the Greater Good taught about alien races, and how they should be incorporated peacefully rather than by brute force. As such, instead of raising her weapon and firing at them, she merely kept her eyes to her documents about this Gue’la hive planet. She was surprised when she spotted a robed man entering the bar. He was quite short compared to the other patrons of the bar, and every inch of his was covered by a thick cloak of dark fabric. His race was a mystery, as were his intentions. But Ash’Vren settled one hand near her sidearm when he walked towards her table.<br/><br/>From here, she could see his face somewhat more clearly, not dulled by the lack of light. Judging by his cobalt blue skin, and the large “I” shaped slit running down his head, he was a Tau, just like herself. But, why? Why was he here? A deserter perhaps? Or maybe just a soldier that failed to reach the evacuation ships during the ill-fated attack upon this planet.<span style="color: #FFFF00"> “Greetings?” </span>She said to the man, unsure whether to expect being robbed or greeted in return. But she had a more burning question to ask him.<span style="color: #FFFF00">“Why are you here? With the Gue’la?”</span>She asked him in a gentle tone, perhaps it was far too soon to ask him about something that could be potentially painful to remember, but curiosity took hold and Ash'Vren’s had a grip of iron.<br/><br/>Behind him, she noticed several Eldar, or rather Dark Eldar come strutting into the bar. They were all clothing with black, spiked, armour and were armed with some kind of strange rifles. It mattered little to her; both kinds of Eldar seemed unwilling to join the greater good, so why bother with them?<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>From outside the bar, a slight clanking sound could be heard, not unlike the sound of metal on concrete. The sound was caused by a creature millions of years old, who had been at his, peak of power before the human race’s ancestors first crawled upon land. To the untrained eye, it was merely a walking skeleton made from a dull grey metal, with a bright emerald fire in its eye sockets. Two great pauldrons upon its shoulders, a large billowing cape behind it. This was no mortal creature; it was a being of living metal, a Necron, and a fearsome lord at that, whose people were technologically advanced than perhaps even the Eldar in certain fields. This was Nehekor, a lord of the Necrontyr people years before biotransference, in the times of the great wars against the Old ones. Yet here he was, a relic of the past, and he had enemies in his sights.<br/><br/>He had been tracking a small group of three Eldar since their arrival upon this planet; he had followed them since their boots first touched the stones of this…primitive world. Truly those that came after the Necron’s great stasis, were…lack lustre at the very greatest of descriptions. But the Eldar, in his mind they were still the great enemy that had to be thwarted, the dogged and favoured children of a greedy and stubborn race. Or at least that was his view. Nehekor observed them entering a dingy looking human building, a primitive and dull little building, that was even missing that most trivial of things, a door. Likely smashed asunder by some rampant madman.<br/><br/>Behind them he walked, as silent as his ancient machine body would allow him to be, which was surprisingly so given how he didn’t even require breathe. He entered the building after them, and was most displeased to find what was inside.<br/><br/>Groups or individuals of them, it mattered little in his mind, but truly the savage and primitive had taken over this place! Orks shouting at passers-by, Humans sprawled across the floor or drinking, and even some blue skinned creatures that he had yet to learn the name of! Savages the bloody lot of them! Supressing the urge to scythe through as many of them as he possibly could with his Warscythe; he merely made a sound similar to a sigh and entered. He merely entered and gave the Eldar a stare as he passed, walking off to a table where only one human sat.<br/><br/>Nehekor was having none of this. There were no seats available, and no spare tables, not that he was going to stoop so low. Instead, he placed his cold machine hand around the throat of the unwitting human, before crushing his threat in his fist.<span style="color: #FF0000"> “Scum.” </span>He said in a monotone voice, before tossing the body aside. He really was having none of this…<br/><br/>------------------------------<br/><br/>While groups or individual patrons entered the bar, not many seemed to the notice a tall woman, clad in bone white armour and trimmed with red, who was pacing around the outside of the bar, just behind the right-hand corner. She was waiting, and had waited for a great deal of time now.<span style="color: #FF00FF">“Where on this planet have they gone?!”</span>She practically shouted, careful to have turned off her helmet’s amplifier before saying anything she may regret.<span style="color: #FF00FF"> “That moronic…” </span>She went to say, but soon stopped herself from saying it, instead sighing deeply. Rounding the corner, she observed several groups and individuals entering a particularly run down looking building. “Odd.” She commented, watching them. However, she soon decided that following suit and also entering may have been a good idea. She was wrong.<br/><br/>Inside, she spotted several different kinds of primitive creature, barbaric Greenskins, Space Marines and their smaller human counterparts, and even her people’s Webway dwelling cousins…though calling the creatures ‘cousin’ was unthinkable to one such as herself. She even saw a member of the great enemy, a Necron. But she did nothing to it; it seemed...content, and more or less peaceful than the others in the bar. She walked over to the bar at a leisurely pace, looking at the human barkeeper, a slightly overweight and aged man; she scoffed before saying to him.<span style="color: #FF00FF">“Your finest of wines if you will. And please do try to hurry it along.” </span>Her tone was calm yet had a distinct deadliness to it, not outright aggression, but certainly not friendship. The barkeeper hurried along and produced a bottle of, less than desirable, wine. She accepted it and merely walked off to a table.<span style="color: #FF00FF"> “Oh.” </span>She said to him before walking off.<span style="color: #FF00FF"> “I am Kayriel, should anyone ask for me by name.” </span>The Eldar said to him, now walking off. However, a great depression fell upon her, a sudden mood swing from slight annoyance to just flat depression. Kayriel didn’t understand why, perhaps it was due to the horrific conditions of the bar, or maybe It was just due to the heavily polluted air. Taking a seat, she took the lid from the wine and poured some of it into a glass before trying it.<br/><br/>It. Was. Horrific.