Hound smelled blood and fire walk into the bar. He watched as the heavily modified Sykrott, took his seat. Ears perked up and forward, Hound saw him as a predator and would keep ear and nose on him while he was near.

Colin noticed Hound tense up, and who had caused it. He had seen a Sykrott before, on Wiklow, a Belocorp merc. He smoothed down the hairs on Hound's neck and signaled the bartending droid over. He wasn't sure what functions this droid had access to. Was he just a bevservice unit? Or did he run the full gammut of barkeep, news, currency exchange, advice? "[color=f7941d]Barkeep, I'd like to know if you have heard of anyone seeking a ship's engineer or any mechanic openings?"[/color] The Nova Barkeep Unit designated "COACH", whirred and chimed " Listing accepted, I'll get back to you, can I get you anything,bud? The "bud" seemed so forced and sterile," [color=f7941d]Just two waters i guess, one in a bowl." [/color]He beeped in what Colin assumed was disgust. 

Colin eyed the augmented Sykrott again and images of that merc came back to him. Backhanding a young girl who he thought was a Flotilla supporter. Colin moved his gaze away. He wanted to put Wiklow all those lightyears behind him.