Ozlott was located in a star cluster of the Milky Way that few knew of, it was truly a hidden gem where entertainment was there for those who could claim it... As such the wandering rogue known as Vaan thought it as a challenge willfully accepted. As his birthday happened to fall on the same orbital rotation of the local star, Vaan figured this night would be the best one to burn his creds on some decadent debauchery... Half the creds he had on him went on getting entry to the Power Play, at least he didn't have to worry about hiring a ship out not when he had his grandpa's ring on him, though that's getting a little ahead of things...<br/><br/>Vaan was a slim smart young man, fluffy dark hair, stubble and noticeable for the hooded India Green shaded cloak he wore as he travelled the sectors of space. He didn't look to be too tough but his smarts and words made up for that, along with the peculiar malachite ring he wore on his right index finger. The ring was a piece of arcanotech prestige, enabling powers such as space flight that allowed the otherwise unpowered Earth man to even reach this place. Still, it didn't paint him visually as any harder a target for a larger alien to feel better about themselves. As Vaan reached the bar and was about to order, a large brute of a blue trench-dwelling creature bumped him back and took his place at the bar...<br/><br/>However just as the blue hulk was about to order he found his words unable to reach the bar staff before noticing he was shut inside a harlequin green shaded box of energy... Stepping back to the bar, Vaan (whose ring was emanating this green box) casually leaned an elbow on the bar with creds in hand. The barman stepped up to Vaan as the blue hulk bashed futilely and noiselessly at the box, "Whataya afta?" the barman asked as his four arms polished a few glasses with a dish cloth, arching his brow at the Earth man. It wasn't that the barman spoke English, instead the malachite ring on Vaan's finger somehow translated anything said to him in English and let his voice be understood by those he talked to, a universal translator of sorts...<br/><br/>It was then that some music noted Chera's start on Stage 3, a performance that made the barman look over, with Vaan following... Vaan looked at the blonde goth dancer twirling on stage, large chest, thin waist coupled with plump ass-cheeks complete with tanline, "...Her..." Vaan managed to sigh out as he watched Chera perform. Vaan had come across a Vottese before and had seen them in holo-vids and was certainly enamoured with the unique race. Leaving the bar he walked up to the bottom of the Stage and looked up at Chera, leaving the blue hulk (who was in a bit of a huff but at least he'd get served now) and barman behind.<br/><br/>"Hey there, how many credits to see if you cum from my cock up your ass?" Vaan grinned to Chera.<em>At that moment</em>, she'd be able to see just entering across the club what seemed to be some soldiers from the old monarchy showing off a warrant to the punters with a holo of her face on it...<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Take a hero point for getting stuck in a situation dealing with getting hunted for your past.  :-)</div></div>