Francis punched the vending machine, rocking it back on its stand.<br/><br/>"Gimme my damn Space Cola you piece of slag!"<br/><br/>He grabbed the large machine and picked it up slightly, shaking it as violently as he could withing the confined alcove it was placed in.  He remembered doing the same thing years ago to a pinball machine back home that was continuously losing for him.  Tilt, ran through his mind as he recalled throwing the thing clear through the front plasse.  He couldn't help but giggle at the memory till a commanding voice from behind stopped him short.<br/><br/>"Sir, I am afraid I have to ask you to put the vender service down.  Please comply or I will use force to subdue you," the sound of a Glowrod activating caught his ear as he dropped the machine and slowly turned to look at the speaker.<br/><br/>He was young and dumb, his Station security uniform hardly even fit.  Francis laughed his big dumb laugh as he stepped toward the guard and placed his hand friendily upon his shoulder, even still, he could see the intimidation in the guards face.<br/><br/>"Is that an Armstech GlowRod or a Vassile Arms Glowrod? You know the Vassile one is much more powerful and can deliver up to 500,000 veets to a body before needing to cycle through once and recharge, but the Armstech version has only 450,000 veets but doesn't have half the cycle time.  Now tell me, can either of those put me down before I snap you in two?"  he gave his big dumb laugh and clapped the guard on the shoulder before continuing back into the caf. He settled in at the small bar and slapped his large palm on the countertop.<br/><br/>"Hey tapper, who's a guy gotta kill to get some Space Juice around here?"