Overhearing the conversation at the bar, Zach chuckled to himself and downed the last one of his drinks. There appeared to be so many new beginnings here today that it seemed ironic that he was celebrating an end; the last day of the new life he had begun years ago on this wretched rock of a planet. Not that he was planning on leaving it any time soon.<br/><br/>Despite the Aurumilia’s presence and what he knew of the abilities of her species, Zach appeared relaxed, although he wasn’t quite sure if any of the strangers had even heard of the Malcir before. Most likely they hadn’t seen one, given how ancient a race it was. Then again, there was an original human standing a few feet away, and Zach was once again reminded of how anything could happen on Dystopia. The man had probably been on Dystopia before the scientists who had created the first of Malcir had even been born.<br/><br/>While the faded image on Zach’s optical display acted as a distraction, he tried to ignore it and approached the bar. These were some of the most advanced species he knew about, and it’d be a waste not to see if he could make some allies. Now that he had more free time than ever since he had gotten to this place, there was potential for making some friends, or at the very least, connections to benefit from.<br/><br/>“Humm,” his deep bass voice boomed quietly to make his presence known before he spoke. The tentacles on his face vibrated on each word in a seemingly random manner, but to a fellow Malcir it’d work as a sign language of a kind, “I couldn’t help but overhear: There is wealth to be accumulated by this ‘job’ that has been mentioned? I’m not particularly looking for one, but in this crowd—” he gestured by briefly swaying his shoulders and turning his head towards everyone in general “—I’d at least like to hear what it is. Perhaps we share interests.”<br/><br/>Zach moved closer to the bar counter for a proper introduction and his drone followed from above.<br/><br/>“I am Zach, an engineer of the ancient Malcir,” he said, and as if to emphasize his words, the drone landed in a swift drop onto the counter and softened its fall with its legs—or that was its intention, had the legs still properly worked. It crashed, and small metal pieces scattered around from under its now detached metal plate belly. Zach didn’t flinch, though, and after only a brief awkward silence, he picked up what remained of his gadget and hid it somewhere under his dark-grey coat. He chuckled to himself again and ordered another couple of drinks.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>