What kind of mistake? [Open]

[Titanus]

Aiken had planned on returning home to Cythamine, and sleep.

Not end up... here.

He didn't normally spend much time in bars, or anywhere near a place where alcoholic beverages run rampant. But working repairs in the sun wasn't his ideal vacation, especially since the warlords weren't looking for new probes until next week. Yet somehow they had convinced him of his great deed. And, after hours of tweaking the same gears, moving the same scraps of metal... yeah, he wasn't in the state of mind that asks for permission at the moment. Nor was he ready to believe he was doing any form of a 'good deed'.

So he sat at one of the rickety old bar stools, glass of who knows what in hand, with a glazed look aimed toward one of the human men he knew to be a trouble maker. In his intoxicated state, he felt powerful enough to glare. Powerful enough to sneer in his general direction, because at the moment, he couldn't see very straight. And his center of attention, his focus, had turned to face him at just the wrong moment.

And, whether he was pissed or not wasn't Aiken's to say.

So the man walked up to him, casually, so innocent like so many humans pretended to be. He wasn't prejudiced. It's just something he's seen so often in their race, that false intelligence and occasional bouts of superiority.

He didn't hear what the human said, but the man only grumbled and left. Aiken was expecting physical violence. What had changed since the last time he'd been here? Without another thought, he turned around, man forgotten, and faced the rest of the patrons with his arms high above his head.

Maybe it was enough to catch attention, or maybe not. Either way he didn't care. He just wanted someone to rant to.

[Brisinger987]

Trygon slithered through the vents, following the pulsing that had drawn him to this place. He found that when he was disconnected from the Hive Mind, following pulsing sounds was strangely guiding. The pulsing didn't speed up though. It just got louder, so his qeust to connect to the will of his master became an investigation of the violent. Dark rhythm's vibrated through the ventilation shaft, and he followed it. He looked through the vent where the vound was strongest and examined the grate. He saw many humans in the room, one stood with his arms up in the air.

Trygon headbutted the grate once and it fell out of place, and he dropped from the vent with it, letting out a loud, low screech. The bar took a minute to process that a giant creauture had just burst from the ventilation, and was now looking at them all. The guards at the front door had already made their way through the screaming patrons and were now pointing pistols at him.