Meallan Dagon walks into the bar and sits on a stool, right at the end of the counter. With his right hand and left shoulder completely bandaged from the last New York mission, he snapped his fingers and while reading the reports from the latest bio-technological experiments and projects within the Legion, he said:
"Give me a Blackhole Hook. And a xeener girl while you're at it."
His eyes continued glued to the reports waltzing through his data pad.
Dagon looked at the drink and gulped it in one go. He tapped the bar with rhythm with his bandaged hand. He looked at the bartender and raised an eyebrow.
"Hm. Did you noticed how many times i tapped? Each one for another Hook. Now for the Xeener ladies."
He quickly typed something on his data pad and a comm holo appeared.
"Hello, sunflower. Me and some of the 'Fire boys are feeling lonely here. Can.. you know.."
He smirked with a predator grin. The woman appearing in the holo grinned back and replied.
"Well, 'Awesome'stuff', as a matter of fact.. We could use some fun. And some fire, for we are... too cold. You know how we don't have too much to wear.. Are your boys up to it?"
The holo was moved and a noticeable amount of girls in some very short clothing was shown. Dagon whistled and soon all the men inside the bar had their eyes fixed.. and tongues wagling at the holo. Dagon laughed and replied.
"By all means, 'sunflower', we do love your 'clothing problem' and we would devote ourselves to resolve your 'heating' situation.. After all.. We are the Hellfire. Get a transport for Magellan.. We'll get you here."
The men whistled and howled in expectation, as Dagon gulped another Hook that just arrived at his front once again.
"All we need is some quick tunes and lot's of booze.. Oh ey! A project for a Beer Tree??????? What the hell?!"
Morton threw back his Deathpint and motioned to the man behind the bar to pour him a fresh one. He looked around and raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly.
'That's more like it'he thought to himself as he picked his second drink off the bar. He was just about to sit down next to Voss again when he noticed his... Well... His boss.
"Hey, Dagon, how's the tricks flyin'? Enjoying my old job?"
Morton grinned broadly."Gotta try a lot harder than that to get rid of me Meallan."He grabbed one of Dagons shots from out of his hand and drank it before the star colonel could work out what happened.
"I'll be honest, I thought I wasn't gunna survive either. But there was this little voice inside my head saying 'Come on Morton, only twelve more to go'... And then..."
He stopped talking for a second and chugged down some of his own drink.
"... I was thinking 'Twelve? Twelve what? I musta been floating about in my pod for a while, only half concious, but I worked it out. Only twelve more to go until I've successfully shared a bed with every attractive woman in the Hellfire Legion."
He paused again and scratched his chin for a second, lost in thought.
"Hmm... Anyway. Who was that you were callin' up on the holopad? Got this bunch interested for sure, so I'm gonna guess it's is something at least in some way fun."
He sat back down next to Voss and sipped at his drink.
Dagon drank one of the shots and gave the other to Voss as a greeting. As he sat down, he heard Morton talking about "Twelve" and being interested in the Xeno girls.
"Eh. Xeener girls. Skimpy clothes, bad attitude and fiery in bed. All that i need to get better. Doctor's orders."
He smirked at both men.
"Also, this place needs a little.. Woman's touch."
He signaled for more Hooks to hit the 'Walking Dead' table.
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