Aris was the first being Two-Four had laid eyes on that he’d been unable to identify, either through his own experiences or the Vagott eyes that occupied his sockets. Either way, he hadn’t caused too much trouble inside Debris so Two-Four had no reason to feel animosity towards the man,

  And his usual wasn’t complicated. Just another glass of beer placed gently in front of him as these two ancient aliens spoke about wars that were long out of his league.

[color=cyan] “Hehe. It’s such a relief to remember that Humans weren’t the only ones fighting wars. I guess everyone has something they think is worth fighting for. As for my survival, well, I’m just as surprised as you are.”[/color]

  Poor Nov, on the other hand; he seemed out of his league. He’d been a regular for a while now. Many cops needed a pick-me-up with this state of the law enforcement at the moment. That state being unorganized and chaotic. Most of these new Earthlings were tough enough to take care of themselves. Still, law was a noble profession, and people long ago realized that banning alcohol was a fruitless endeavor. 

 Still, the three seemed to be taking care of themselves, and Teddy was off grabbing some things for some other customers when a shady man walked in and sat at the edge of the bar, waving Two-Four over. Carefully, he stepped away from his customers towards the man, and shared a hushed conversation around in the dark.

 “It’ll be dangerous…” the man whispered, “but there’s people tough enough for it. You know most of the guys that come through here Two-Four. Is there anyone that would be interested?”

 He gave a slight shrug, and grabbed a digital device from underneath his bar. Pressing a few keys, the information transferred from the little device and up to his larger holographic “JOB LISTING” board. "FORGOTTEN HUNT" occupied the board under its own heading. People came in to access or take a look at the board if only for another option. On a new planet, Credits could be hard to come by if you weren't in a government-approved position.

[color=cyan]“I know some people, but you won’t know if they’re interested until they contact you.”[/color]

 The man slipped out the side of the bar as quick as he came, leaving Two-Four to guide himself back over to the conversation as he started to polish one glass left behind.

  There were some disgruntled sounds coming out from one corner of the bar. An alien – or machine – in dark robes and a shadowy mask was starting to raise his voice in a language few would understood. Them and their equally ambiguous companion were staring both at the Job board and at Two-Four himself with narrowing eyes.