9658/Property Damage

Property Damage
Date of Scene:	16 January 2022
Location:	Azziki Station's
Synopsis:	Drax and Blackjack bump into each other, everything goes better than expected.
Cast of Characters:	Blackjack O'Hare, Drax

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Blackjack O'Hare has posed:
    Azziki station hadn't been a particularly nice station when they built the place like eighty years ago, and a steady stream of poor migrant workers brought in to work the mines on the planets below had not really helped anything. It had been worn down, gotten thread bare and when the station started looking rough it started -getting- rough. Rough traders, rougher lawmen, low lives and try hard tough guys were everywhere. The station's one bar was, well actually pretty impressively enormous but it hadn't been a -nice- place- for a long time.

    It was't Blackjack's favorite place to refuel by a long shot, but even our favorite sophisticate mercenary must slum it once and awhile. It's enough to send him meandering the filthy passageways in search of a bar, which he's already fairly confident is liable to revolt.

Drax has posed:
    Azziki's bar was, in fact, in a state of revolt, and the shouting could be heard even when approaching from afar. Shouting, broken glass, even an actual Wilhelm scream when one poor sod gets ejected from the front door, landing an impressive twenty feet away. Only thing missing is the sound of weapons going off, which given everything else is a very good thing. Hopefully nobody thinks to add that in...

    Inside the bar proper, the situation is surprisingly well-defined. Most of the skinnier crowd is pushed out to the edge, giving a very wide berth for those try hard tough guys making all the noise. The spectators brave enough to stay and watch are placing bets on which of the muscle-bound brawlers is going to come out on top, cheering on their favorite of the moment and throwing up their hands in defeat when their champion gets felled. In the middle of it all, there's Drax swinging away at anyone who happens to be close. It's not clear what started this mess, but given it's a bar, alcohol is a safe assumption.

Blackjack O'Hare has posed:
    It's easy to miss the entry, he's not a terribly tall fellow after all. That said the moment he begins moving through the crowd, people start getting shy. More than a few immediately just make a run directly for the door, and at least one cry of "Black Bunnies!" goes out. It's not exactly a stampede just yet, but people are clearly in some kind of rush to get the hell away from everyone's favorite Mercenary. That distinctive purple coat, the popped collar all that chromite?

    "What's a rabbit got to do to get a drink around here?"As he casually parks himself at a rapidly abandoned stretch of bar. Not that he waits mind, reaching over casually to procure a glass which after a careful inspection he's satisfied in clean and a bottle of goodness knows what. "I can't quite say I'm a big fan of these self serve establishments everyone seems to be doing these days.."

Drax has posed:
    Blackjack's serving himself some booze on one half of the bar, and everyone else in the establishment is watching the still-going fracas on the other. The bunny's entrance has certainly quelled the loudest of the shouting, with only the die-hard gamblers and most of the barfighters sticking around. Drax is mid-swing at one big guy's face when that cry of "Black Bunnies" goes out, prompting his target to just turn and flee - luckily, dodging a punch. As the scared punk busts through the thinning crowd to make his escape out the door, Drax bellows out after him, "That's right! Run, you puny little coward!" Unfortunately, two more men take this opportunity to sucker-punch Drax right in the back of the head, causing the pair to find themselves flung clear over Blackjack's head and slammed harmlessly into the far wall.

    Unfortunate for them, not Drax. To be clear.

Blackjack O'Hare has posed:
    Well that gets Blackjack's attention sure enough, ducking over the frakass as he rescues his drink and makes for the open bar floor beyond. "Drax the Destroyer, I presume?"one black gloved hand lifting to wave the crowd apart until he can actually lay eyes on Drax directly. The cherry red occulars of that chromite helmet blooming in the cigar smoke as he fixes his gaze. Glass raised to indicate towards Drax more directly. "You -are- Drax, right?"

    And well that clears even more folk out, there's a rush to empty the firing lines between the two. "I've never seen a photograph regrettably, it never came up but well you're a striking enough fellow that a simple description sufficies it would seem."

Drax has posed:
    The few stragglers that remain hang by the exit while watching these two approach. Drax heckles the escapees even more as he watches them leave, even going so far as to huck an empty beer bottle their way. And then Blackjack's going against the flow and -approaching- him. That gets his attention, and he turns to face the merc square, looking down and studying him with a steadiness in stark contrast to earlier violence. "Ah, Rocket! You just missed the battle royale! Wait. You're not Rocket." Further study. "You must be Blackjack, then. Rocket talked about you. You're from Halfworld too, right?"

Blackjack O'Hare has posed:
    "Field Commander Blackjack O'hare, a pleasure to meet you Mr.Destroyer."Lips turning up into a sly grin as he simply offers Drax a black gloved hand to shake. "Any friend of Rocket's is a friend of mine, which isn't too hard considering how much an asshole he tends to be."What, not even Rocket would argue that point right? Blackjack simply half turns, blowing that cigar smoke off to the side before returning those cherry red optics towards Drax. "Considering nobody's lit off any heavy ordinance, I presume my stripe tailed friend isn't with you?"

Drax has posed:
    Drax accepts the gloved hand readily, satisfied to wind down after a right good tussle. He shakes his head at the question. "He had questions about his past to go answer, and I must still get my revenge against Ronan. This is the second bar in this arm of the galaxy I have asked around, and the second bar to disappoint me." The stragglers at the door bristle, then clear out, when Drax looks at them, leaving just the Destroyer and the Field Commander behind. "What about you? What brings you here?"

Blackjack O'Hare has posed:
    Just a casual enough shrug "Oh just fuel, I generally try to stick to a higher class of station but you know there's not too many options out here this far on the rim."Casually sipping after his drink with an immediate frown. "Revenge is a long game, especially when the other party knows that you're playing it. Doubt you'll find your boy out here, especially if your so loud about it. Need to cool it on the revenge front from time to time, let the guy think you've given up. Then they show their face, you know?"Casually pulling up a datapad for a glance "Oh hey I'll log your ship so we can keep in touch yeah, which one in port is yours?"

Drax has posed:
    Drax shakes his head again, pacing about the empty bar. "The longer I wait, the longer Ronan is not dead. I already failed to kill him on Xandar." A pause as he digs out a very regal crown from one of the abandoned bags of loot left around the place. "I also did not start this battle royale. I just finished it." He puts the crown on his head, all king-like, presumably as his prize. With that sorted, he points out to his ship at port for Blackjack. "I'm borrowing that one."

Blackjack O'Hare has posed:
    "Borrowing..."he says, slowly. Leveling those cherry red occulars on Drax. "That ship sucks, I'm gonna guess it's hot. That'll cause complications in your search, so how about this. Mr.Destroyer let me make you an offer."slowly lifting one gloved hand up to grasp that chromite helmet and slowly lift it free to expose..well those beady black eyes may or may not be less eerie. "I'll give you a ride, and I'll use my considerable network of contacts to look for Ronan, when we find him we'll go and you'll kill the bastard. Until then, you and I can pal around and pull Mercenary work and make money. My ship's much more comfortable, that I can promise."

Drax has posed:
    Drax considers Blackjacks offer, then proceeds to start gathering all the abandoned goodies just lying about the place. "I like your plan, little bunny." He proceeds to dump one big armful of loot into his new partner's arms, not really noticing if he's overloading the rabbit, then goes to collect even more loot. "Where is your ship?"

Blackjack O'Hare has posed:
    "She's called the "Gambler's lore"."Blinking as his arms are filled with, loot for lack of a better term. A moment spent retrieving his helmet, but well he hardly seems bothered by the weight. "Come on, I'll show you to your quarters and get you bedded down. Get some dinner started once we're away from this puss-hole."Hoisting the "loot" oncemore before starting back towards the docks.