[color=ec008c]"...and then he said 'I am the Viper. I am here to vipe and vash the vindows!'  Ah ha ha!"[/color]

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The vixen gave an obnoxious chuckle, mirrored by the older men at the bar of [i]Pan'Zel Cabra[/i]. Not the most ideal of places, a hole-in-the wall joint in the Recreation Hub yet deeper in not to be noticed. The atmosphere was a mishmash of offworld traditions, with the heads of a number of strange animals sporting more nostrils than eyes hung menacingly on the faux-oaken wallpapered iron taken from the scrap of an abandoned ship. "Rustic charm" they called it. Certainly better than "hell-hole dive". The clientele was pretty sparse but Nick had gotten lucky when he found a trio of old fools that looked as if they were there every other day yucking it up and telling off-color jokes. Pretty simple targets, he figured. Good for chatting up, scoring some free food and drinks, and killing time. Not like he could get drunk anyway, but it was a pretty decent way to destress after a long day doing nothing but playing the waiting game.

The talking heads had wanted to take him on-world "just in case" someone needed something [i]a little less gentle[/i] in scope. Or legal. Nick wasn't really good at doing anything else. So of course he'd be stranded on Visishka with nothing to do but twiddle his thumbs. While the Scroungers were off on political business, him tagging along for a while incognito just as instructed, it became increasingly apparent that his involvement wouldn't be needed and his usefulness didn't even go so far as a show of force, let alone security. Not like he could touch half these brutes by what he'd seen and he wasn't able to smuggle a magshot past customs without swallowing it in... pieces...

Huh. That might be worth a try next time.

But back on topic, Nick left to let the [b]important individuals[/b] take care of their [b]high-profile political business[/b] while he wandered off and found something to entertain himself with. Which just so happened to be a trio of lonely old bastards that would go gaga over any set of ample assets that gave half a glance their way. Na'greth clearly. The rocky exterior gave it away Hustling them into joining their meal was fairly simple, he just acted lost and pretended to be super interested in every last thing they had to say and they hooked him up with something strong and some fried pyettal taken from their own plates without even spending a cred. But then an angel graced his own ears, a heavenly chorus without equal in poetic beauty...

[b]“Citizens, the travel ban is lifted. If your presence is not required here, the Federation strongly urges your departure while free travel remains.”[/b]

Freakin' [i]finally![/i] He could get off this rock! Not that he hated staying there, but it was no surface leave. Being on a short leash took the fun out of everything. He half-contemplated just disappearing into the crowd and hitting the star road, but he was jacked in. They'd find him and put a bag over his head and then the needles. Screw. The needles. As if on cue, his comm vibrated with a flurry of activity from the Captain herself. Nick had to hide the chills it sent down his form as he acted surprised to see the device come alive.

[color=ec008c]"Oh? Oh, I am sorry! I need to take this! I'll be just a minute~"[/color] he cooed with a voice of honeydew.
[color=1b1464]"Take your time, darlin'. No hurry back,"[/color] one of the fools reassured him. Blowing a kiss, Nick hefted his luggage and swayed his hips to the men's room with his dress fluttering behind him. He was pretty certain they weren't paying attention to the most important part. On his way in he ran into a taller, bugeyed humanoid with pointed ears giving him sort of shocked stare as he washed his hands.
[color=c4df9b]"The fuck you want, B? Ain't seen another guy in a bathroom before?"[/color] challenged Nick in a deep voice. The lithe one sputtered and feverishly turned to drying his hands, clearly in a hurry to escape the situation. Nick smirked devilishly while taking a stall to answer the text from Vropda in his usual casual tone.

[color=c4df9b][i]Cant read ur message, came out in gibrish lol[/i][/color]

Nick switched his commlink to visual mode to submit text with the input from his retinas as he changed back into his more comfortable form. The pain was as uncomfortable as it was every time. It's not a pleasant feeling to feel your arteries shift as your bones re-calcified and warped inside your own skin. The shapeshifter took quivering breaths as he tore his own blond hair out to be replaced by his "natural" brown lockes, visually typing all the while. All was going well until his nervous system was set upon by fire ants. Not really necessary, but he felt he could use a little extra protection just in case someone tried to put a slug in his shoulderblades for what he was about to do. Doc's barrier was pretty good about that.

[color=c4df9b][i]Im thinking that means "go to the dock were done here". Whatev not like Im doing anything anyway. If any FEDs ask you about some bodies on 278 and Fey'lan with bite marks in'em I didnt do it.[/i][/color]

After a time Nick was admiring his "real" face in the mirror again, scrubbing the makeup off his face with the crappy papertowels. It'd probably be wise to invest in some sort of transmogrifying sorcery for that part and even some glamoured clothing, but Nick kept forgetting.  He'd probably need to lose it somewhere along the way anyway. Running a hand over his chin before grinning to himself, he decided that he'd gotten it all and walked out with his bag slung over his shoulder. With a brazen attitude he strutted back over to the bar where his [i]companions of the day[/i] were still seated and placed an arm on the cool iron.

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[color=ec008c]"Hey, I had a pretty good time today! I'm [i]sooo[/i] glad you handsome fellas could spare a little hospitality for lil' ol' me!"[/color] he sang in the silky tones he had given them earlier. Nick winked to the dumbfounded morons as they searched their feeble brains for an answer.
[color=ec008c]"If you ever wanna hang out again, just look me up. Ah ha ha!"[/color] And on that note the Endovan took to swaggering for the door.
[color=1b1464]"...YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT WAS-!?"[/color]
[color=c4df9b]"AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAH!"[/color] Nick was having a hard time catching his breath from the shear hilarity of the situation, stooping over to laugh his ass off on the footpath. Still softly chuckling to himself, the shapeshifter wiped a tear from his eye as he pulled a coffin nail from his jacket pocket and began to amble toward the spaceport where on his way "home" for lack of a better word. He'd take his time. Not like he was looking forward to getting back to work anyway.

[hider=Who's Involved]Text message response going out as a group text to [@Zverda], [@Hekazu], [@Gordian Nought], [@JBRam2002], and [@Big Dread]. Happenings at [i]Pan'Zel Cabra[/i] privvy to anyone who was there or anyone in the street.[/hider]