Heavy boots hit the ground of the bar, announcing the arrival of another in the Hive Cluster. When eyes turned expecting to see a tall, dark figure, they were quite disappointed instead. Though not<i>that</i>disappointed when a cat-call was thrown in the newcomer's direction. Above the boots was a long pair of bare legs, covered only by stark pale fur up to the woman's thighs. Shorts apparently her choice of trousers for the evening. Her toned and furless stomach was left uncovered for all to see. Large breasts contained by a black bra, which was left visible thanks to the frontless tank top the woman wore. A belt supporting her cleavage. A long duster jacket left open completed the woman chosen outfit. Despite the shapely woman's curves and challenging choice of attire, no one was dumb enough to make another sexually-tinted comment.<br/><br/>The woman's lips were drawn back in a snarl, her large feline ears pointing backwards to signal her displeasure. Long silver hair cascaded over her shoulder and she had a feral, wild look in her ears. She obviously resembled the darker-furred Goz, but at the same time appeared very different. Goz were a powerful predator species though, and calling one a kitten was just sheer folly. Trained bounty hunters would know better than to provoke one, or a creature that looked and acted very much like a Goz. Smart bounty hunters would even start calculating the price an exotic beauty like her might fetch, and even smarter ones would realize that by flaunting her exotic qualities she showing people that despite everything, she was not afraid and fully believed herself capable of handling anything they might throw at her.<br/><br/>Two spheres drones hovered near her, obviously resembling human tech, with a small mix of Goz and Grey tossed in. When the ruckus her arrival created lowered into the more casual noise of the bar, she proceeded to the bar. Leaning on the counter and ordering herself a drink, but failing to actually drink from it. Her ears were perked up, twitching erratic at the tavern's ruckus.<br/><br/>Neymi closed her eyes, not needing them to get an image of the bar around her. In fact, her senses were so overwhelmed on the space station that it was pleasant to rest her eyes if just for a moment. In a place like this, people's thoughts were unprotected and thrown about loosely, pressing agains the back of her skull. She shut most of it out for now, trying to filter the information her sixth sense was receiving to find this Commander Klaxx. A name like that, and choosing a bar like the Hive Cluster meant he was likely a Zax. However, more than one Zax was in the bar and unlike Zasarians she had never learned to tell them apart, so she was just waiting until she picked up a thought or word related to this commander Klaxx.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>