The night was uneventful and dark. Only a small, flickering light in the corner of the large ramshackle room sputtered on occasionally. Neil lay beside Junebug, staring into the black ceiling. It was an odd thing, being a pilot he was used to the vacuum of space. But beneath 100 tones of steel and dirt, he felt very peculiar and unsafe. Junebug's strong arm wrapping around him in her sleep made him feel a bit better though, and soon he drifted off into a dreamless slumber. 

The next day was quick, to say the least. Neil, Junebug, and Taya ate a quick meal of what seemed to be watery oats before they made it topside as quietly as they could to avoid anyone seeing the secret home Magdalena and her family had. She let them know a few people knew of its location, but bringing attention to it wasn't the best idea and so they climbed out into the morning sun. The butt of the car faced toward a rundown, abandoned steel mill and a few broken down mechs. Once they got around the pile of scrap around the car, they saw the town was far different than what they left last night. 

It bustled with hovercarts being pulled by strange two legged lizards; there were merchantmen discussing business in the streets and waving papers, haggling to their hearts content; women with closely laced bodices sashayed across the street. If Neil didn't know much better he would have thought last night had been some weird dream. But a closer look gave him the impression that was a fool's idea. Loitering around the inn and saloons, and a card house were men with tattoos of scorpions and spiders. Some men wore the insignias on their scarves. 

"The saloon looks like it has some cigars," Neil said with a sly catch to his voice. He wasn't one to indulge often, but a cigar sounded fine for the morning. 

"Do we have time for that?" Taya asked, squinting against the sun with her hand over her eyes. Neil turned back to her and grinned his usual grin, shrugging. 

"I'm just getting a cigar. Don't worry about it." He said. He wasn't sure what time limit they were on anyway. Stinger would call them when she needed them, and they had all day to go and see Ungol. "Besides, we could use some fun every once in awhile. Why am I always the one that needs to cut loos-" 

A gun cocked behind him, and then three more followed suit. He turned, mildly curious to see four men, or more accurately, three men and a man with scales like a snake, aiming ion pistols at him. Neil raised an eyebrow. They were usually used against machines, but they could fry an unarmored man just the same. Much like using a flare gun at point blank range. Either way it'll get the job done quickly and brutally. 

"Any of you boys got a light?" 

"You were the ones that went with the Scorpions last night weren'tcha?" The scaly man asked. He had frills for ears and whatever alien he was, his people had long gotten rid of useless things like lips or fully formed noses. Instead it looked like his whole face was shoved out by a particularly hard punch from behind. After blinking, Neil saw past the shine of the sun that they had a Spider insignia on their scarves. "You're going to tell us exactly what you did that for..." 
[@Penny]