"Not in Kansas anymore."

[npc2]

They say that in space...no one can hear you scream,..Well that all depends on who's listening, and who's screaming....

Asteroid colony, Hekk' FugarrK' 2; Neutral space, sector 445-1:

The cold and clammy, clay like surface of the poorly lit asteroid port holds little comparison to the dump that is the local bar. "The Steaming Wad" is an absolute dive, barely standing on its own foundation. This seedy hive of outlaws, scumbags, and slime of the cosmos has a reputation of being the final resting place of many a poor fool brave, or stupid enough, to step foot through its filthy doorway. "Nuggs", the owner operator, makes most of his living selling information and illegal items of a verity of interests. Though usually sitting fat in his comfortable upstairs office, "Nuggs" sits behind the bar working over the questionable customers. His last bartender is unavailable tonight......they are still having trouble getting his blood off the wall in the back.

Nuggs:
"Hey you...yeah you, get your fat tendrils out of the spit bucket....that cost extra , an' yah havet even paid for your drinks yet!"

The sloppy little bar owner wave his pudgy two fingered hand at a giant green and red squid creature across the room.

Nuggs:
to himself mumbles....

"Freakin Slagg-Durs, always leavin ah trail wherever they go..."

The stinking bar, quiet unlike a normal night, remains quiet most of the evening, save for only a few gun shots from rowdy patrons.

[Lobo]

As the night goes on and last call approaches things start to die down. Simply because many of the patrons are so intoxicated that they're either passed out in their puddles of puke and snot or have been kicked out for not paying their tabs. A sound in the distance makes a few of the patrons, who are conscious enough to stir, listen closer. Regulars to the bar recognize the sound. Its the sound of a roaring jet engine. Those who know what approaches immediately make a run for their space transports. Forgetting how much alcohol they've consumed they attempt a take off. Only problem is that everyone trying to leave at once. The result is a firestorm of wreckage.

Lobo: "Oh look.. they left the lights on for the Main Man."

He flies right into the fireball. When he lands the tips of his hair are smoldering with little embers still burring.

Lobo: "Thats what i call comin in hot....heh heh"

He parks his bike and walks towards the bar doors. When he reaches the door he kicks it open in his usual fashion. The bar appears to be empty, but he can smell the sweat of the scum that are hiding. He approaches the bar and his dog follows in behind before the door shuts. Lobo takes a seat at the counter and his dog starts lapping up some foul spill of questionable liquid thats pooling at his feet.

Lobo: "I know your there Nuggs, you can stop hiding, come out come out where ever you are....I promise to play nice."

Knowing full well where he is, he always hides in the same spot.

Lobo: "I just wanna talk...the word is that your not a small fry no more...at least thats what Johnny Law thinks."

As Lobo reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crumpled piece of paper and slaps it on the counter top.

[npc2]

The door to a small fridge unit in the space behind the bar slowly opens, as Nuggs crawls his way out into the now deserted bar. Still clutching a rag and a glass in two of his four fat arms, Nuggs stands with a frightened look and sheepishly utters....

Nuggs:
"Heeeeeyyyy....LOBO....whats up?....The Main Man....in my bar...heh heh....been a while dude.."

His words come out like a man pleading for his life.

Nuggs:
".....Me?...nahhh. You know me ....small ah fry as they come.....not you though...your number one!.....SO....the usual right?"

Nuggs pulls a heavy mug from behind the counter, and puts a gas-mask looking apparatus over his head, and heads toward the fridge. He takes down a pair of long tongs from the wall, that he wields with all four arms, and reaches in the fridge retrieving a shiny canister of bubbling red liquid. As Nuggs carefully carries the canister back to his now only costumer, the little drops that overflow the cup hit the floor like lead weights, and instantly set the dirty metal floor panels on fire, burning with a green flame. He slowly pours the putrid smelling slime into the mug and slides it over to Lobo with the long tongs. Removing his mask he says...

Nuggs:
"Here yah go BO'....on dah house."

Nuggs smiles as if to say ..."please dont kill me"

[Lobo]

Lobo picks up the mug and guzzles the harsh liquid all in one shot. He slams the mug back down on the counter so hard that it shatters. All thats left is the handle in his gloved hand. He purposely smashed it on the spot where the paper was placed, now hidden by broken glass. All that can be made out by looking at the paper are the words WANTED printed in large font. The rest is obscured by the glass.

Lobo: "Clean it up."

Lobo turns his attention away from Nuggs and pulls a cigar from his jacket pocket and proceeds to lite it. His dog hops up on the counter and stares at Nuggs. Lobo puffs smoke in the face of Nugg as he stands there with a blank look unsure of what to do. After a few awkward moments Nuggs proceeds to clean up the mess. He starts picking up the broken glass thats on top of the small piece of paper. It starts to reveal a mug shot. With each piece Nuggs picks up it reveals more and more. Nuggs all of a sudden stops and drops the pieces that are in his hand. He realizes that the mug shot is of him with a bounty of ten thousand credits.

Lobo: "Does it look like someone you know? Don't worry Nuggs, I don't want you. Ten thou isn't worth the Main Man's time, that is of course only if you help me catch a bigger fish.....(a long pause).....or i might have to reconsider my offer right now, so how about it Nuggs?"

Lobo blows more smoke in his face.

[npc2]

Immediately coughing and gaging from the billows of black smoke that, combined with the rotting smell of the bounty hunters breath, Nuggs almost falls over with fright from the realization that he now has to stay in the presence of the most ruthless killer in the galaxy for longer that is needed to find an escape, or crap himself.

Nuggs:
"Whadda yah want from me Lobo?.....I dont know much, just how to make money mixin' drinks and sellin hot items on the side.....but but....but you name it buddy an' I'll do it fer yah...anything!"

Nuggs scrambles back to the counter and wipes up the rest of the mess, pulls a torn greasy menu from the back of his pants and slaps it on the counter...

Nuggs:
"Yah hungry man?.....got some fresh Crrbee spores in, an let me tell yah they are sweet.....on the house too a'course.....anything for Da' Main Man!"

Nuggs smiles as sweat pours down his crusty forehead, as his hand shakes wiping the counter.