Vedelo was watching the whole scene with increasing curiosity. He passed the time by planning how he'd take down every threat. For Chaos Marines, fuel converter pack on the back could be taken out with a hot shot round. The orks, well the nob he'd have to just avoid. Even of he scaled the creature and fired at its head point blank it was possible it would simply ricochet. Probably hot shots for them. If he took at the chaos marines pack first the explosion would likely disoriented the orks long enough to get those shots off. The Dark Eldar could be handled with the auto pistol. Same for the Tau. He'd likely have to flip the table for cover. They'd be quicker to recover. He stopped and sucked in his breath when the God-Machine entered. He wasn't sure what to do with that one. He'd never gone after a Nekron before. He probably wouldn't accept such a contract anyway. He pondered this for a moment.<br/><br/>His jaw almost dropped open when an Eldar entered. Not a Dark Eldar. An Eldar. His hand immediately went for his bag and mask waiting for the bar to erupt. It didn't happen. The Nekron seemed content to set at the table he killed for. And the Eldar grabbed a drink before making her way to the table next to him.<br/><br/>He saw sip her drink and make a face of disgust. A ghost of a smile hovered around his mouth. Leaning over he said to her,<span style="color: #0040FF">"Not the best of drinks here are they? But I feel inclined to ask, how is a Nekron and an Eldar on the same planet without trying to kill each other, let alone the same piss poor excuse for a bar? "</span>