Southern Machine

Soft, classy music waffles through the dim-litted bar, packed with people. When I say people, I mean people from all over the stars. Like Empils, slimy gooey stuff from the Central System, or Huncores, long snouted, red skinned, incredible odour from the Western System, Koris from the Eastern System etc. Most of them however are, despite wearing different uniforms, they didn't seem to care for each other.

The atmosphere is calm, yet there is unsaid tension in the air. On the Bar is a creature that looks very out of place, white skinned, with disgusting locks of hair and rough figure. That, is a human, one of a kind, his name is Frank, weird sounding name too.

"Hoi 'ank," the bartender, Sw, a round mouthed, green skinned, Ti, stick-like creatures shoves his shoulder, avoiding his hair that looks like a rebellious universe. The human swat his thin fingers away, Sw furrows his lips and picks his fingers off his drink which, for some reason, got his attention.

"What?!" He exclaims softly, because the last time he screamed at Sw, a hunk swatted him through the bar's wall and he didn't want to be thawed through again.

"There is someone like you here," he giggles like an insult. Frank narrows his eyes.

"You've got to be joking, there is no way-" he looks at where Sw is looking at, an imposing cloaked figure walks in with another more smaller cloaked figure, rather the taller one looks like they're pulling the other one forcefully, cuffs around their paws but the one Sw mentioned was the imposing one, yellow skinned and humanoid judging by the figure outlined by the cloak.

"A humanoid? Must be from the Eastern System," Frank snorts, after a while he got used to having hopes that another human would find him, but he guessed it won't happen in his lifetime.

"Though, she looks a lot like you," Sw grins, adjusting his beady eyeballs.

"She does not," Frank retorts," how you know it's a 'she' anyway?" He asks.

"My intuition is normally accurate," he grins maliciously as his other hand starts furiously cleaning an already clean glass.

"Uh-huh," Frank hums and snatches the cup still in Sw's reach and downs the rest of his drink when suddenly the bar doors burst open. Frank almost spits his drink out, he hurriedly covers his hood across his head as a Retinal enforcer walks into the bar.

"Did I ever told you what happens when a Retinal walks into a bar?" Someone at the corner drunkenly says. The guys in uniform all freeze at the sight of the Southern System enforcer, a Retinal is pretty gruesome to look at, at least for Frank, it looks like a huge white covered eyeball with arms and tentacles.

Frank didn't know how fired the first shot but he immediately dived behind the counter at the sound of a trigger and stays there the whole fight as he steals another bottle of alcohol.

East, West and South are all engaged in the fight, though some may have been Southern criminals, they still attacked the Huncores with equal brutality. Sw was already behind the counter, pressing a button to call for backup.

"Geez! Why do they always have to do it inside?!" Sw exclaims over the shooting, Frank shrugs before downing his drink.

(Somewhere in the background someone says," All eyes are on it!")

"I'm gonna go, you're on your own," Frank muses and before he is about the escape however, Sw's feet wrapped around his. Ti's have basically seven tentacles that have more strength than their upper body.

"Frank you son of a Choeros, you still owe me for that time you broke a hole in my plumbing system," Sw growls.

"It was an accident!" Frank exclaims, trying to pull away but Sw easily holds him down.

"If a blaster goes through this counter you're going down with me! Pay with your own life instead!" Sw shrieks. Frank wince at the high pitched demand, also Sw is scarier than an enforcer so Frank has no qualms of doing what he says. So he grabs a blaster from his belt and a bottle of soda.

"Alright alright! That's hardly a fair trade though!" Frank shouts over the noise above them and he shakes the bottle until it starts to shake itself and throws it over the counter before aiming his blaster at it, sprinkling water all over who ever is unfortunate to be there.

"Aquilon!"

"That is hardly a curse word anymore," Frank retorts before shooting everyone in sight. He seem to have taken all of them off guard, however when he aims his gun at the Retinal, the imposing figure took the hit for the guy.

Frank suddenly feels bad for shooting them until they brush it off like it was nothing and tosses a table at his direction. He grabs Sw by the arm and rolls to the side, ignoring his squeal. Frank takes another blaster and starts rapidly raining energy upon them but they didn't seem fazed by the energy, their cloak however melts away and reveals the person underneath.

Frank could see what Sw meant, save for the reddish purple skin and fillers, she looks a lot like a huge woman. She has quite masculine features however, very short aquamarine hair and pink pupils over white. Both of them didn't relent at each other's appearance however as she flips a table at him so hard that it almost hit him. He had trouble dodging the splinters however as he got stabbed in the back of his left arm, making his dominant hand useless.

'Shit' he thinks as she jumps towards him, not pulling her punches. Frank gulps, so this is how he's going to die, in a bar fight, great, now he'll never hear the end of it from Greg. That's all he thought about before he blacked out.