Towards the entrance of the bar, the door would open slowly, a familiar man seen stepping into the bar with a neutral expression upon his face. He was a familiar Tech con mercenary. Denoted by his outfit, which was a tan set of BDUs worn under a load bearing vest. Nestled in his arms was a Magnetron III Assault rifle. Once the man made his way through the bar he would look around once more, before his gaze fell upon Anton Medevev. "Always the soldier types in here.. man I can't wait for my next paycheck." Arren said as he sat down. Then shouted to Cenoic. "Yeah.. what he said!"

"Yeah, you can't force yourself upon some girl who doesn't want a piece.. you have to offer them money.. like me!" He said and then reached into his pocket and withdrew a rather thick wad of Aschen cubits. "My bonus came in from shooting two Red Halos.. one million cubits! Who wants some Cubits!" Arren bellowed tossing the money about then he stood up and approached Cenoic. Then looked to the girl at her side. "How about.. rolling with the big dogs?"

His attention would soon be diverted away from the two women and almost instantly his gaze fell upon Rio. "Hey, did you talk to the base yet? Did they commission you as a mercenary yet?" He asked as he tilted his head before bringing his gaze over to Sasharia. "You know, if you hang out with me I'll keep the nasty creep away from you." He then turned to Anton. "We're at war with Red Halo, and any other idiot stupid enough to keep us from our money and trinnium! Can't best a good old fashioned magnetron!" He said as he held up his rifle.

Arren would frown slightly and then raise his voice which was directed to Rio Abhainn. "Hey buddy I asked you a question, did you talk to the base yet!?" He shouted as he scowled, shifting his rifle and then approaching Romanae and Rio. "Hey, bitch Tech con business get the frak out of my way." He said as he brought his gaze to Rio

Sliding back a lever he would bear aim with the rifle towards Romanae. "I said Tech Con business now frak off!" He said as the weapon whined, the sound of a 9mm solid tungsten slug sliding into the weapon heard as he took aim. "Go on.. the men are talking."

"How about I kill you first." He said as he narrowed his eyes then swung the weapon around in an attempt to bring the butt of the rifle across her face. "You need to learn your place." He huffed befire turning to walk back towards his table.

Staring at Romanae he huffed. "You hit people with the butt of a RIFLE." He added as he then took a swig of his drink and would watch the happenings of the bar. "I know who you are wench... Competition to put Tech Con out of business!" The Merc shouted, he too was slightly drunk.

Watching Romanae for a moment, Arren would let out a slighthuff and then he would watch Lee for just a moment. "Damn Starfleet... at least being privatized doesn't bind us by intergalactic law.." Arren said as he looked over to Rio, then back to Romanae. "I wonder if there's a frakking bounty for this wench."

Pushing the door open, a familiar figure would slowly step into the bar. Firmly in his grasp was his Magnetron III Assault rifle, an old but reliable weapon. Stepping forward once more. He grinned, shooting Romanae an almost sadistic grin before stepping in further. "Gods that patrol run took a lot out of me." The lone Merc said as he looked out to a trundling bulldozer as it drove by.

Making his way still through the bar. The Merc found his table, slapping his weapon onto the table he would move to sit, shouting. "Hey get me a frakking grog!" He barked before slapping a 100 Cubit bill on the table.

Calmly, the Mercenary would stand up, a good half a foot taller then Kazen, sliding back a ever on his weapon it would make an audible click as he stared Kazen in the eyes. "And let me tell you something." Arren said, adjusting his helmet and then idly holding the rifle. "If you and your goons don't back the frak off of me... I'll kill you and eat your eyes for jujubees." The Mercenary said flatly as he stood his ground. "Now, just kindly go back to your table... sit down.. and enjoy your drinks... Mr. Hagan doesnt have a bounty on your Invictus clan.. it's not advisable to go gunning down Tech Con security forces... now get out of my face... or i'll be sure to put my dick in every female family member you have, before i slice their throats open and make their blood into soup."

"I'll still kill you and eat your eyes for jujubees, roast your cock on an open fire and feed it to ravenous hounds... now go be a good patty and get the frak out of my face, before I frak every single female in your family, including that redhead over there... it'd be nice to watch her gag on my cock." Arren added as he lowered his rifle. "Now don't make Mr. Hagan put a bounty on you so large, you won't be able to go near a civilized system."

"I'll still kill you and eat your eyes for jujubees, roast your cock on an open fire and feed it to ravenous hounds... now go be a good Frotch and get the frak out of my face, before I frak every single female in your family, including that redhead over there... it'd be nice to watch her gag on my cock." Arren added as he lowered his rifle. "Now don't make Mr. Hagan put a bounty on you so large, you won't be able to go near a civilized system."

"LDA has Ireland and they are putting her through unspeakable tortures!" Arren blurted out, having heard rumors of a new LDA Acquisition. "I was there, I watched as men in black hauled her into a black car... I saw her again on Langara... inside a black SUV... you'll never see your poor Ireland.. ever again." Arren laughed. "Looks like Ol' Raphy-Poo fulfilled his promise to get you."

"I'm sure LDA will figure out she's not worth it, and kill her." He said with a shrug, laughing, the only thing holding him back was his agreement with Tech Con group, and the agreement for his payment. "Get out of here... this is Tech Con turf!" The Mercenary said as he slowly sat back down and would sip his drink. "Worthless patty.. no wonder their ancestors didn't get to go on Atlantis."

"Man I love this job.. shooting shit and getting paid." The Mercenary said as he began to polish his rifle, sliding forward the lever on the side of the rifle which ejected the 9mm Tungsten slug from the side of the weapon, and then he pulled out the clip, and began to clean and polish the weapon while watching the happenings of the bar.

Pushing the door open and slowly stepping over the pack and weapons in the doorway would be a rather rugged looking man. His outfit was a tan color, trimmed with green this time, standard combat gear. Once he stepped over the stuff in the door he would grasp his Magnetron III Rifle and kick the stuff out of his way. "This frakking shit's in my way, who left it here!" The Mercenary called out as he kicked the pack again. "Who'se the frakking communist shit twinkle toed cockmaster, that left trash on my floor!? Huh?! The fairy frakking godmother did it huh!?" He barked as he looked around.

Eyes would almost meet Dren's as he raised his Magnetron III Rifle, sliding back a lever the rifle would make a 'Click-clock' sound as the round slid into the magnetic chamber, pointing the rifle to the man he shouted. "Was it you you scroungy little frak!?" Arren barked as he brought Dren's head into the crosshairs, then he raised his rifle over to Bubbles and shouted. "Get out of my face before I eat your eyes for jujubees." Arren warned before his gaze fell down to Host, placing a chocolate bar in her hand he smiled. "Be a good little girl and frak off!" Arren barked before standing back up to face Bubbles.

Arren simply let off a lighthearted laugh and brought his gaze over to Dylan. "Military? Do I look like I'm part of an organized military to you!?" He said as he laughed some. "What do we have here a frakking comedian!? I work for Tech Con, former Marine... at your frakking service." Arren said as he noticed the gun. "I don't suggest you do that you scroungy little frak, my gun is a hint bigger and a hint more powerful so you best just shut the frak up before I frak every last female family member you have, then slice their throats and make blood-soup with the blood!" Arren screamed, like the typical drill sergeant he formerly was. His gaze then turned back to Bubbles. "Maybe you'll frakking find out if you don't frak off!"

Arren simply let off a lighthearted laugh and brought his gaze over to Dylan. "Military? Do I look like I'm part of an organized military to you!?" He said as he laughed some. "What do we have here a frakking comedian!? I work for Tech Con, former Marine... at your frakking service." Arren said as he noticed the gun. "I don't suggest you do that you scroungy little frak, my gun is a hint bigger and a hint more powerful so you best just shut the frak up before I frak every last female family member you have, then slice their throats and make blood-soup with the blood!" Arren screamed, like the typical drill sergeant he formerly was. His gaze then turned back to Bubbles. "Maybe you'll frakking find out if you don't frak off!"