[color=f9ad81]"I need two Blue Wraiths and a Laraxian Swirl, Pax!"[/color] One of the servers announced, prompting the mechanical bartender to set aside his cleaning duties and start fulfilling the order. Some nights were more chaotic than this, though he still disliked having to drop what he was doing no matter how slow the night moved. The two Blue Wraiths were easy enough to concoct, as they used a rather simple recipe known for producing a signature bluish glow, but the Laraxian swirl would take more time to get the right mix and presentation.

Pax had just slid the both Blue Wraiths over to the server and retrieved a tall glass to start on the next drink when the door opened, and several more people filed into the bar. As the glass filled up with a foamy green liquid, a taunting voice called out to Pax from behind. [color=ed1c24]"Oi, you! Rust bucket!"[/color]

Pax didn't turn away from his work, and kept filling the glass, though the name calling didn't stop. [color=ed1c24]"Ya stupid walking dishwasher, I'm talkin' to ya! Oi! Ya got a bolt lose er somethin'? Where's your owner, what's 'is name... Charaukk? We'd like a word with 'im!"[/color] They continued, taking to throwing something at the back of Pax's head when he failed to respond. [color=ed1c24]"[i]Surprised t' see he still keeps ya 'round as useless as ya are.[/i]"[/color]

The robot bartender finally set down the glass he had been filling, making and audible thud on the counter as some of the foamy liquid spilled out onto the counter, and turned around to face the name-caller. It was some kind of alien with a stupid grin and a stupid face, whatever kind it was, accompanied by another alien of conceivably the same filthy breed wearing some kind of cloth face mask.

[color=004b80]"Charaukk isn't here today, so if you're looking for him I'd suggest you go on and fuck right off."[/color] Pax stated with a low growl, which served only to frighten off the other bartender. The two thugs standing before him laughed, and the one standing to the side grabbed hold of Pax's arm and pulled himself closer. [color=598527]"Don't think he won't scrap you and sell you for spare parts in a heartbeat, he will! Tell us where he is!"[/color]

Pax then instinctively clamped his metal fingers around the offending specimen's throat, turning him around and dragging his body on top of the bar. The other thug yelled out and panicked, trying to wrench the towering robot's arms away from his friend to no avail. [color=004b80]"Would you like a drink, sir?!"[/color] Pax declared maniacally, grabbing the tall glass containing the unfinished Laraxian swirl and slamming it down on the face-mask of the second thug, cutting off his access to air and essentially waterboarding him. It also provided the additional benefit of muffling his screams, though the name-calling thug got louder in his stead. 

A moment later a chair collided with Pax's head, sending the machine stumbling and releasing the face-mask wearing thug from his grasp. Catching himself on the counter behind him, Pax regained his footing, knocking over several cups and glasses in the process and launching himself over the bar. The first thug moved behind the enraged robot bartender and jumped up on his back, wrapping his arms around the machines neck in an attempt to keep him on the ground. [color=ed1c24]"Get up, Yaatu! Shoot the bastard!"[/color] He yelled to his friend, whom was still coughing sputtering as they drew a pistol from within their coat. Pax saw the weapon and panicked, grabbing at the body on his back until finally his hands clamped down on a jacket and he could wrench the thug off of him.

With the fleshy restraint removed and set down upon a table, Pax tackled the gun-wielder and slapped the weapon aside just as a shot rang out. Though, before the mechanical fiend could finish the fight, the manager yelled at him to stop. [color=c4df9b]"NO, PAX! STOP!"[/color]

[color=004b80]"But, sir, these are... dangerous... thugs..."[/color] Pax started to explain as he realized that people in the bar were screaming and fleeing, and that some unfortunate bystander had been killed by the gunshot.

[color=c4df9b]"Stand down, Pax! The authorities will handle this!"[/color] The manager shouted, holding out his hands in desperation despite knowing how powerless he was.

[color=004b80]"But, I-"[/color] Pax started again, though the manager was unyielding. 

[color=c4df9b]"Get in my office, [i]now[/i], Pax!"[/color]

Pax reluctantly backed off of the thug, Yaatu, but did not stand. He glanced over at the gun laying on the floor before glancing back at the bar owner, mulling over whether or not he wanted to sit around and wait to get crucified for his actions. The answer was simple and succinct [i]no[/i]. He reached for the gun and quickly pointed it at his boss, whom raised their hands in fear.

[color=c4df9b]"Now... Pax... don't do this, put the gun down and let's just talk... you're malfunctioning again..."[/color] His boss negotiated with a shaking voice, taking a few slow steps back.

[color=004b80]"You stay right there, and shut up! I don't know [i]what[/i] those thugs wanted from Charaukk, but I won't take punishment for doing my job! I'm his bodyguard, the ungrateful bastard!"[/color] Pax screamed, squeezing the gun hard enough that he pulled the trigger. 

His manager stumbled frantically, and out of shock Pax fired again. The frail human fell backwards, blood leaking from his wounds as his head smacked against the floor. Pax turned away and looked at the gun in disgust, mumbling quietly to himself in a quivering voice. [color=004b80]"Why did I... I-I didn't [i]want[/i] to do that... it's not my fault..."[/color] Pax trailed off.