It always amazes Isaac that some concepts are universal, like bars for example. No matter where there's always people looking to drown their sorrows, trying to find some sort of escape from themselves, or life at the bottom of a bottle. Though he supposes there's a certain comfort in knowing that no matter how far they go in the endless black sea that is space, or how strange the lifeforms they encounter it's all more of the same, just with a different coat of paint. For the most part aliens were basically the same as humans, they had the same wants, desires, and vices as any human being.
But then again some aliens were about as far from human as they could possibly get, like the one that "sat" across the table from Isaac in a private room on the upper floor at Lealt's. Rather than sitting the alien was floating above the chair, it's body was translucent and round and filled with some kind of dark-grey gas swirling around inside, looking almost like a thunderstorm, along with having four tentacles dangling down. Instead of a visible brain it had a web of neurons, much like a nerve net in jellyfish. This nerve net glowed brightly, and pulsated, switching between pink, and light blue. It was from a species called the Zroushesh, a species with no verbal communication, and instead relied on visual signals from their bioluminescent nerve net. This made communication difficult, but not impossible. Thankfully this particular Zroushesh, some merchant named Bemso, had a robot servant to translate to other species. The robot was sleek, and shiny, looking almost brand new. It was rather out of place in the dirty dive bar.
On the table between them sat a hookah-like device, and the robot held the tube to Bemso's body, and a purple gas released into it's body. Isaac meanwhile was sipping on a glass of a green liquid, a drink called Preiwox, something that was alcoholic to some species, though humans weren't one of them. Isaac preferred to remain clear headed, especially since nine times out of ten the others would end up causing trouble that he would have to fix. "I have a shipment of Tronacite Crystals for a client on Zaoter IV, but it's been difficult to find a transport ship on such short notice. And you have come highly recommended from Lealt." The robot translated in Standard Galactic, thankfully over the past five years Isaac has become fluent enough to be able to use it without the help of Rosemary.
"Hmm....Zaoter IV? Bit of a difficult trip, pirates have been steadily getting more active around there." Isaac said as he placed his glass on the table. "It's nothing we haven't handled before, so it shouldn't be too difficult. As for payment, we'll take twenty-five percent of the profit, half upfront, and half upon completion. That's our standard rate." They're used to dealing with dangerous aliens, and pirates aren't anything new. The robot translated what Isaac said back to it's master with a series of flashing lights coming from it's singular eye. Bemso took a moment to think it over before it answered with it's own series of flashes. "This is acceptable. I will send you the location, and time to pick of the cargo. I look forward to working with you."
With their business meeting done Isaac left the room, leaving Bemso to finish whatever it was smoking. Almost as soon as he stepped out of the room did he hear a commotion coming from the bottom level. And of course it had to be coming from the others. It always comes from the others.
Isaac got down to bottom level as fast as could, just in time to catch Buck holding his pistol to the head of the large alien that was holding up Jax. "Enough." Isaac calmly walked over to them, almost exuding authority. "Put the gun down. And put him down. Now." Whatever was going on that seemed to be the best place to start to calm things down. Isaac and the alien stared each other down, and after what seemed like an eternity the alien finally released Jax. "Let me handle this."
"Where girl!?" Isaac's eyes instantly drifted towards Wolf, it was usually a safe bet that when trouble is stirred up it had something to do with Wolf. "No! Red girl!" That would be his second guess. His eyes lingered towards Summer and Grace at a booth, the guilt on her face pretty telling. The alien's eyes followed Isaac's, and once he laid eyes on Grace he let out a loud roar, and pointed at her. He began to storm over to her, but Isaac reached out, grabbing his arm before he could go.
"You're dealing with me no-" Before he could finish his sentence the alien swung around, bringing his beefy fist towards Isaac's head. At the last second Isaac managed to bring up his right arm to protect himself. While his right arm looked no different than his left, appearances can be deceiving, and in reality his entire right was replaced by a cybernetic one that housed his plasma cannon. This arm was much tougher, and stronger than his regular one. Pretty handy when he wanted to surprise assailants with some superhuman strength without having to use his Overdrive function.
The alien was surprised to say the least. "For the record, you threw the first punch." Isaac took a deep breath, and quickly let it out, activating his Overdrive implant. Now he needed to get this over with quickly. Isaac punched the alien in the gut with his free arm, causing the alien to stumble back, and double over in pain. Isaac grabbed the alien by the back of his shirt, and tossed him into one of his buddies with little effort. As they toppled over the third one rushed towards Isaac, as it swung it's massive fist towards him, Isaac threw his right fist into his. The collision caused a disturbing cracking sound as a piece of the alien's wrist bone jetted out of it's wrist.
The alien howled in pain as he cradled his wrist. While it was screaming Isaac delivered a powerful uppercut, actually lifting up the beefy alien a few feet off the ground before he fell down. Once he was down it wasn't long before the other two rejoined the fray. The leader punched Isaac across his face, causing him to stagger backwards. That's gonna sting when he comes down. The other alien rushed over to join his leader in double teaming him. A flurry of punches followed as Isaac exchanged blows with the two, using his increased speed, and strength to try to defend himself from them, forcing him back.
'I don't have time for this!' Isaac kicked the leader in his knee, forcing him down, and gave his lackey a right cross, causing him to stumble backwards. Isaac grabbed the leader, and tossed him several feet away across the room. The lackey rushed Isaac, and tackled him to the ground, all the while shouting what was no doubt unsavory words in his native language. As the alien mounted him, Isaac's right arm began to transform, turning inside out with everything below his elbow turning to a plasma cannon. Before the alien could start wailing on him, Isaac pressed his cannon to his ribs. A bright green blast fired from the cannon, forcing the alien several feet into the air. At point blank range his cannon caused a large hole straight through him.
Isaac pulled himself up, and took in several deep breaths. "I....I think it's time to go. Any objections?"