5395/Skittering Dinner

Skittering Dinner
Date of Scene:	18 September 2018
Location:	A bar in Knowhere
Synopsis:	Tough guys in a tough place. Only the toughest of bounty hunters invited!
Cast of Characters:	Lobo, Kup, Rocket Raccoon, Crusader

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Lobo has posed:
The Main Man had a big appetite, which is why he was sat with his back to the wall, keeping one eye on the action out in the bar proper even as he stabbed down wit his miniature trident. Scurrying along the metal bowl were screeching skittering things, eight-legged and numerous, they were crawling over one another in a desperate attempt to avoid death by mastication. No such luck, as one by one, they eventually fell.

Lobo nodded as he ate, numerous weapons scattered on the table.

"Been quiet lately, you notice that? I don't like when things ain't lively, usually a sign that somethin' bad is about ta happen, an' that I ain't the one startin' the bad thing about ta happen. Yer little ship of weirdos been noticing anythin' strange lately? Anythin' outta place, not where it should be?"

Kup has posed:
Kup took only a hundredth part of the space treasure from the ship that Power Girl gave him an escape from but most of it was to donate to the library to donate to pay for damages and the generator for cybertron. But money could stilp be useful for most and could make all kinds of "friends." Card games were great for gossip so Kup came in to the bar with an ear for interesting things and full intent to tell some stories.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket sits at the same table with Lobo. He is conspicuously not eating out of that bowl. in fact his own appetizer is something that might approach Earth styled Buffalo wings slathered in some sauce. The raccoon is skillfully gnawing upon one at the moment when the question is posed toward him.

"Wha?" he mumbles mouth half full. Then he swallows and licks his chops with his pink tongue. "Our ship ain't DAT ******in' little. And we ain't DAT *******in' weird - wait. Nevermind. ya. we're totally that ***in' weird. But naw... ain' heard spit 'bout anything. Quill's off.. doin' who knows what.. or who. Prolly some galactic dance off party some place. Drax? Last I heard he was huntin' down some former enemy in the deep sectors. Groot's got family **** ta deal with. I think."

Sitting back Rocket takes a swig of his drink. "But yeah. somethin's gotta be happenin' that ain't ****in' good.." Then Kup enters and Rocket's eyes start to gleam.

"Holy ****in' Mother Martha of ******** the ****ist **** of the first *****! You see dat thing?" He jabs a paw toward Kup. "Looks like a walkin' gold mine..." the ideas and credits are rolling in his head already.

Crusader has posed:
Following in behind Kup, not paying the giant mechanation much mind was Vorn! he gives the robotic entity a polite nod before heading furthere in There was a bar, and there was food. That is ALL he needed to know. And who does he see Lobo...talking with a Raccoon, ? Well that not something you see every day!

But screw it.

He order himself a plate of megapillbug. Comes out curled and one knock on it shell and it unfurls revealing juicy legs and meaty guts. Heaven!

Vorn plops onto a nearby stool as he munches hungrily.

Kup has posed:
Kup spots a card game and is about to join it with enough bling to buy the freaking BAR around him amd heads towards it. He nods in return to Vorn. Having never been to earth he doesnt know a racoon from a schmeep but Lobo he knows. He smiles, "Czarnian. I see you survived your experience with...your bounty

Lobo has posed:
Dozens upon dozens of eight-legged baby creatures popped and exploded as Lobo's yellow teeth turned them into a fine paste, the super powerful venom in each infant arachnid enough to kill a terran. Or in Lobo's case, provide a spicy kick that made his tongue and his jaw go a little numb. As Rocket spoke he thought about the other crew members, briefly and idly wondering how difficult it would be to snap Drax's neck, or if Groot even bled blood. For the Czarnian, carnage, chaos and destruction was nearly all he thought about, it was what he lived and breathed every day. Even here in this relaxed setting, even with his hair down and his mustache starting to grow a bit thicker from too many days of peace, flashes of pain danced before his eyes.

"Yeah, I see him. Met him before, fought some alien. It sucked."

He spoke matter of factly, missing many of the new arrivals as really, he'd just been focused on his food and on immediate danger.

"Tellin' ya, somethin' ain't right. Starts makin' the Main Man a little paranoid, an' when I get paranoid, folks start gettin' dead. Ya seriously ain't got no contracts? Nothin' at all, big time or small?"

He hushed up immediately when the big robot approached, turning his head slightly to regard the Cyberman with blood-red eyes.

"Ain't easy ta kill, Tinman. Why, didja expect otherwise?"

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket somehow managed to ignore Lobo's eating habits as they talked. He'd seen the same and worse many places over in the galaxy before.

"Yeah. Guess yer right. No contracts. Been workin' on the Milano. Last time out Quill almost got 'er shot in half. Looked like swiss cheez fer a while there. But she's back ship-shape again."

He looks up at the robodude. "Y'know... y'ever consider donatin' yerself t' science if ya ever die? 'coz I gotta better suggestion fer yah if so.."

Crusader has posed:
Vorn pipes up "Let me guess, as scrap?" he says not being too far from the table. He was munches on his bug, holding it in two hands. Despite his mouth being full, closer and chewing, he was able to speak clearly - and no it was not telepathic.

He turns to the group "Where you even gone looking for these so called... contracts?" he wonders, looking to all three rather casually. He rubs the tendrills of his beard a moment "Cause sound like yea fellas need to be getting out of Knowhere"

Kup has posed:
Kup says, "Oh no. I have met many many Czarnians before. I fought woth a company in the Battle of the Silver Spear, against them at the Onyx Destiny and they simply mugged everyone (but me) in the 12th Battle of Omnicron 6. I have donated myself to science 19 times. Why I remember the time I was on the inside of the Star Vampire's dark alchemy lab. Wow, let me tell you that was a hairy situation."

Kup has posed:
Kup says, "Contracts? I know all the best places in the galaxy for contracts. Plenty of places right here in Knowhere even when the going is thin. The collector, Marlyboxi, or the sewer system. People always forget that AI need jobs too."

Lobo has posed:
The Main Man's eyes narrowed, for a few reasons. His eyes narrowed at Kup's "recounting" of meeting Czarnians, clearly a lie. That ticked the bounty hunter's murder sense up a few ticks, but seeing as this was a robot, his bloodlust quickly ran back down to a healthy medium again. No point ripping apart a machine, right?

Then he heard Vorn's voice, finally saw the man for the first time, and immediately he snarled, a bestial roar coming from his diaphram. Instantly as he bared his incisors, he stood and in one solid motion, grabbed the metal chair he was sitting in so that he could fire it forth with terrible velocity and speed, aiming right for the older bearded man.

"Ain't you know it ain't polite ta eavesdrop? Scrapheap here is one thing, ain't no computer with common sense I ever met. But you? Inexcusable!"

He was light on weapons at the moment, but he had more than enough to deal with the situation at present. Plus, his own two hands could do absolute wonders with a throat and a skull.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket was about to take a drink when the guy at the bar joined into the conversation. He paused, mug close to his muzzle as Lobo gots postal. A snicker from the raccoon at the notion it is rude to butt in on conversations. Rocket would never say anything if he lived by that philosophy. But this wasn't about him. Not mostly. That dig about being unable to find contracts? That rubbed his fur the wrong way. He hadn't even considered, yet, the old timey roboty thing standing in front of the table.

"Jus' 'cause I don't GOTTA contract don' ****in' mean I can't FIND a *********in' contract. It means I ain't lookin'. Rocket Raccoon's a dependable bounty hunter. I always come through in the end!" Then he snickers again at some private thought, right about the time that Lobo seems prepared to chuck the chair like a all out cage match.

Crusader has posed:
Welp! Their ain't no dodging THAT one! The chair caves in the orcish beings face, impales his chest, and knocks him over with a loud crashing thud! And he still speaks normally "...was that...really, nessary?"

He stand back up and begins prying the metal chair out, with relative ease actually, his form resumming it's typical look. "By Juthuum you are damn trigger happy." he hands the chair back rather casuallly, he was in a good mood.

But there was a smirk "But guess this is one computer you thought had common sense" he waggles his brows. Was he really robotic? Well if he was, he did a might good job hiding it!
    "Anyways, was more curiouse, cause been thinking of mabey taking up some bounties. mabey already got some" he shrugs "Still working out details" of what exactly he keeps quiet on.

Kup has posed:
Kup says, "I see I have offended you small furry creature from Alpha Centauri," he hand him a small emerald worth an insane amount. "Here is something shiny." He looks about, "Uh oh. Normally I ive a bar fight but not in the mood to be mugged." He nods to Lobo and bows to Vorn. "Until next time. " He turns into a truck. In the bar.

Bling secure l, he drives out moving towards the exit. He leaves a gold coin on the bar "For the wall."

Lobo has posed:
He was already on his feet, and halfway across the bar with a machete in his hand when a few things happened.

1)The robot became a vehicle, and drove away.

2)Like he became a truck.

3) He's a truck but he drives himself? What?

Needless to say with all of these things in mind, Lobo was snapped out of his current mood for just a moment, and that was enough to deter him this time. Truth be told, the groin kick hadn't offended him all that much, and he didn't feel like taking this man's scalp if he wasn't gonna get paid for it by somebody. Instead, he turned to regard the small raccoon. Machete still held and ready to be used, but it clearly wasn't going to split somebody open tonight.

"Keep in touch, I gots some ideas I wanna bounce off of ya later."

"An' YOU!", he said as he suddenly pointed that dull thick metal blade at the previously chair'd man.

"...Stay outta trouble."

And with that, Lobo was gone.