[color=f26522][h2]Maxxine Nox[/h2][/color]

Max wiped her hands clean of blood on a scrap of cloth before turning back to the bar and draining the last of her drink. Placing the glass back down she paid for the drink, dropping the currency on the bar next to the drink. [color=f26522]"Hey barman, you want your cash on not?"[/color] she demanded roughly, slamming her robotic left fist down on the bar. With a shout of fear the barman climbed out of his hiding spot behind the bar and snatched up the money before quickly ducking back down to hide. Max turned around with a hiss of disgust to survey the scene around her.

Over twenty people lay around the bar between overturned tables and chairs, some even draped over the displaced furniture. Most were mewling weakly and nursing wounds or broken limbs. Others lay ominously still and silent. Max fished a cigarette from her pocket and lit it up before taking a long drag and making her way out of the bar, stepping over a number of broken bodies on the way out. As she left a broken lighting fixture let out a shower of sparks and dropped from the ceiling.

Max looked around the street as she stood outside the bar, chewing lightly on the end of her smoke, wondering what to do next. The bar had been fun and all, but she got the distinct feeling that the owner had begun to resent her patronage, especially towards the end there. She inhaled another long drag, tossing up between going to look for some more entertainment elsewhere or just heading back to the ship. After all, the Rigid Pike Spaceport was a big place, surely there was something else around she could find for some distraction.