Horizon, the giant world ship that was the seat of the alliance government.  A place that the armored man had only been to once or twice as a Marine, and a place he was now stuck on as a bounty hunter.  He had just finished turning in his last bounty target, a rapist who had escaped the ship and hid among the pirates.  The money had only gotten him enough credits to refill his ammo supplies and repair his armor now he was only sitting on 500 credits.<span style="color: seagreen">“Fucking pirates…”</span>he cursed to himself.  It had taken most of his ammo to deal with them to get his target.  He had nowhere to stay on the station for the night.<br/><br/>That left Darion standing there on a side street, dressed in his armor, minus the helmet, running through a list of jobs displayed on his HUD in his right eye.<span style="color: seagreen">“No… not enough… no, that one can’t be legal…  fuck, no good bounties…”</span>he was muttering to himself before he started scrolling the listing of merc jobs.<span style="color: seagreen">“Oh, that looks promising.  Nice amount of money, seems easy.”</span>He muttered to himself, reading a savaging job offered by a commander Klaxx.  Probably a Zax by the name.  but why would he need to hire mercs for the job.  Probably going to be dangerous enough to need some guns.<span style="color: seagreen">“Sounds fun.” </span><br/><br/>He entered the Zax Bar a little while before all the fun started, found himself a booth in the corner watching the patrons and keeping an eye on all entrances and exits; himself ordering a drink he hoped wasn’t too sweet.  Him dressed in armor, and carrying all his armament and equipment, and showing off the scar across his eye was enough to make him seem dangerous.  He got no catcalls from the women in the whole place, and that was perfect for him.<br/><br/>While he waited to figure out who was this commander Klaxx, Darion let his eyes roam over the bar, and especially the patrons.  The humanoid females in the crowd definitely got a lot of attention, the scantily clad ones especially.  But a lot of his first glances at all the people in the room was evaluating their level of threat, especially in the ways they looked at him in his armor and weapons.<br/><br/>There was the Camarian female at the bar that drew some of his attention, okay, more than a little when he ran his eyes over her curves.  He couldn't help but imagine what she looked like under her clothing.  Though he lost interest with how much interest she showed towards the Pretty boy robot that entered.  That one didn’t look like much to him.  After quick evaluation, he thought to himself.<i><span style="color: seagreen"> ‘Weak, probably a pleasure or secretary model.  One round to the skull.  Not much threat.’</span></i>Toi got no attention from him past that.<br/><br/>Thought When the… Goz?  Yeah, she was a Goz by the fur, but she didn’t look completely right at first glance.  But after a moment he couldn’t help but notice that she definitely held the apparent hunter attitude of one of the feline hunters.  Probably a hybrid because of the feeling he got that she wasn’t completely right for an actual Goz.<span style="color: seagreen"> <i>‘She looks dangerous.  Even when dressed like that…  she could maybe take me if she is luckier than me.  That would be fun.’</i></span>Darion thought, not even bothering to hide his stare at her.<br/><br/>Of course the Zax that entered after her drew all his attention as the biggest threat in the room, what with that suit of heavy armor.  He didn’t need the announcement that he was the client, the armor and the rank markings confirmed it for him.  Darion downed what was left of his drink before standing in his Navy Blue medium assault armor before heading towards where the open door was for the private booth, his armors helmet held in his left hand, his right hovered near his sidearm on his right thigh.<br/><br/>The human was stopped from entering by the Camarian woman from the bar, as she was stalled while watching some of the people who were already in.<span style="color: seagreen">“You going to take a seat, or just stand there oogling the robot.”</span>He said in his gruff voice before pushing past her, probably ruining one of her pictures.  He moved over to one of the seats, it just seemed to be lucky enough to be sitting across from the Feline hybrid woman. The helmet he had been carrying was sat down in front of him. He ran a cursory glance over everyone who had taken a seat, studying them all, the android still seemed like the lowest threat among them.<i><span style="color: seagreen">'At least the booth only has one exit if things get nasty. One escape route'</span></i>he thought to himself, not even bothering to try hiding his thoughts.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>