Dr. Death frowned but then beckoned for him to go ahead.
"Go kill some people"
The doctor grabbed his drink, but then realized he had no where to drink his drink from. He opened up a compartment in his neck, and put the drink inside.
X walks back in, not wearing his helmet... Walking up to the barkeep.
"I figured out how to get it off, didn't hurt, but I wish I didn't..."
He says this as he runs his hands across the steel eye sockets, with no flesh surrounding them, as the mechanical eyes inside continually scan the environment, glowing the same fluorescent blue.
"It could be worse, I mean, heh... Feels good not to have that thing on for a while, you'd understand if you were wearing a helmet for 700 odd years."
A man in a mandalorian armor entered what looked like a lounge.
He had heard lots of rumours about this place.
One was never too curious in this job.
He walked straight to the bar and asked "whatever you got".
He swiftly took the drink and sat to a table.
That's the moment where he allowed himself to look at the various individuals in the lounge.
A few, they were.
The man sensed a lot of hatred and suffering within them.
He just sat there, sipping his blue-ish drink from time to time, not producing a single sound, to avoid attracting attention.
(06-14-2019, 12:25 PM)Sombra Hookier Wrote: If everyone was a bit more like Lanakov, the entire world would be more positive. Including pregnancy tests.
After waking up from a rather long genetic maintenance, the doctor gets up and heads towards the door. Then, the door flew open and a man came rushing out. He appeared to be a cyborg, less advanced than the doctor, and was badly injured. Dr. Death put his hand behind his back and stood waiting.
The figured bowed at the doctor,
"Dr. Death, it is an honor to meet you! I seek repairs of the greatest stature."
The doctor scanned the man's damages with his cyborg eye. 47% damages. The doctor looked at the machine/human and sighed.,
"Your master has spoken of you, Slave. Or should i now say Scorpion?"
