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Zyro stepped back into the saloon, his towering stature making him an easy target for stray bullets. Although he could handle himself in close combat, with or without a gun, he was much better at killing his targets from afar with a well-placed sniper shot, but there would be no sniper rifles involved in this fight. He reached for the smaller pistol he had used just a moment before and crouched down as he crept along the walls of the saloon, keeping away from the bulk of the chaos for the most part.

He scanned the massive brawl, and there were only about two other robots in the entire saloon, so he managed to pick out the android that turned the tables on him with relative ease. He raised his pistol, aimed, and pulled the trigger. The sound was drowned out by the turmoil of the saloon, but the target android dropped to the floor as a bullet hit him through the left leg, rendering his mechanical limb useless for the moment.

"Perfect timing." Umbralt said to himself. There was a small flash of light in the rafters of the saloon. Umbralt then dropped down quickly, snatched up the android and disappeared in another flash of light. He appeared in an alleyway near the saloon and immediately began his process of disabling the android, quickly rendering it disabled for the time being.

Despite his inebriated and high state, those bullets that would've hit him were narrowly dodged by quick jerks of his frame. His vision might've been blurry and his other senses near shutdown, yet his subconscious was as active as the largely sober patrons of the saloon. Despite his efficiency in dodging those flying pieces of lead, he still can't find himself pulling back the hammer and firing. Damn single-actions. Without further delay, he sauntered over to his helmet and picked it off the bar along with his hat.

Sauntering over to the counter, he grabbed hold of his helmet and sluggishly fitted it back on his head. Once done so, he reversed the grip of his peacemaker to where he was holding the barrel and attempted to pistol whip the supposed perpetrator of the chaos. Before he could even land a hit on the android, a flash of light came to be, temporary blinding the reverend. Through squinting eyes, another flash. Finally, the android was gone. What the hell just happened? Was it his guardian angel?

He looked to Zyro. "That's a shame. Though ah'd savour this moment more fully." And just then, he holstered his revolver and stumbled about until he held the edge of the counter to support his fall.

Firing at the android meant that the cyborg was there to witness their seemingly spontaneous abduction. He squinted, eyes adjusting as the bounty hunter disappeared in a flash of light. It wasn't in the mercenary to care about the kidnapped droid but the suddenness of what happened did spark a bit of curiosity. A bullet shattered the surface of a wall just beside him and spurred the man to disappear once more and dive out of the way of subsequent shots.

The chaos hadn't faded completely; belligerents that either had scores to settle or just wanted an excuse to fight continued to do so, filling the saloon with a cacophony of violent noise. One of the alien patrons fell on their back once a human with a rifle shot them in the chest. In one of the corners a large, blonde-haired man strangled a less fortunate fellow with a mechanical arm. Others scrambled to defend themselves in the free-for-all.

Riagan reached for the bottles he'd attempted to abscond with only to realize a few of them were broken by errant gunfire. He grabbed those that remained and sprinted to the door, pushing past those he didn't know and stopping near Zyro. He looked briefly to Jesse, just in time to observe the man's stumbling into the counter.

As Riagan exited the saloon, there was motion off to his right. Umbralt was sprinting into the nearby alley with the android in tow. There was then a thud of mechanical parts followed by the quiet sounds of power tools being used.

Need to be careful about that. These systems get pretty heated up from that.
He thought to himself.

Zyro let out a low hiss as he watched the android disappear into thin air, more irritated than curious by the automaton's sudden disappearance. Now that there wasn't a point in staying in the saloon, he slithered back to the entrance, stepping out into the rain once more.

Now that the chaos wasn't occupying his mind, his memory finally caught up with him and he remembered his situation. "Ah, right," he muttered to himself, whirling around to face the saloon. "Fuel." He suspected he didn't have enough money after spending most of it on beer, but that wasn't much of an issue. Worst-case-scenario was that he'll have to steal some fuel, which wouldn't be a challenge for him.

Zyro crossed his arms and watched the saloon doors, waiting for Jesse and Riagan to step out. He doubted he'll stick around with either of them for long, but stopping every now and then to make allies is always worth it in the long run, he thought.

In an attempt to gain his bearings, he stumbled around towards the batwing doors. The hangover was getting too much for him and for another Sector to brand him as an 'outlaw' didn't sound too appealing to him at this stage. His intrepid trek had him nearly stumbling into the belligerent patrons, fortunately, not so happening.

Once stumbling outside, he immediately braced himself as he fell flat on the pavement. Fortunately, his helmet stopped him from sustaining any head injuries, but by God will he feel sore in the morning. "Sometimes..." He muttered to himself. "Defiling mahself is just too much fun..." He laughed jovially as he once again attempted to gain footing. Fortunately, he managed. Although he had to grab hold of Zyro's clothes in order to stand up properly.

"Like ah said, Coalition registered not far from 'ere." He replied once Zyro mentioned fuel.

Zyro fished out all the money in his pocket and inspected the small pile of foreign currency for a moment before putting it back. He expected it could buy him enough fuel to get him to the next planet over, but he was looking to fill the entire fuel capacity of his ship. "Not enough money," he concluded. "Looks like robbing some starship fuel will be on the agenda for the night," he half-joked.

"Oh?" The reverend eyed the lizard carefully on his 'half-joke'. If he was intending on stealing fuel, the reverend would be happy to disrupt him. Or better yet, let him steal the fuel and get a price on his head at later date. Something told him he's had enough fun for tonight, so the latter seemed most appealing. He smiled beneath his visor. "Age quod agis!" He spouted suddenly.

Zyro stared confusedly at Jesse, not understanding what he had just said. "Beg your pardon?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. The lizard-man didn't know quite as much English as he did his own native language, so he didn't know if this was some obscure string of English that he hadn't learned or if Jesse was just spouting drunken gibberish.

As the gunfight in the saloon continued to escalate, he'd suspect a posse of deputies would come round any time soon to arrest or kill the perpetrators. Knowing Outer Crescent law enforcement, they'd come in too late to do anything more. Something he had picked up as a lawman himself.

The migraine persisted and his senses once again began to plummet as he was out of the chaos of the saloon. His eyes were heavy once again as he strained to comprehend what the Lizardman was saying. After much concentration, he understood. "'Do what you do', pardner. That's Latin, mah good man." The thought that he likely didn't know it hadn't occurred to him. In fact, he hoped he'd just drop it and move on.

"Computer, run an analysis on the data banks of this unit, along with any information on the intended target."

Running Analysis. Complete. Android Unit is a requested target of multiple hiring employers. The intended target of the android, named Zyro, is also an available job for you.

"Good, accept the job for Zyro." He said

Done

Umbralt stashed the android's parts into a small pocket dimension storage space. He then jumped to the roof of the saloon, landing with a thud that was drowned out by the bar fight. He made his way over to the side where Jesse and Zyro stood.

Riagan hadn't paid much attention to the conversation between Zyro and Jesse; his eyes were fixed on the front door of the saloon. He'd since put away his weapon and held two bottles in each hand, his helmet belying no expression. For the moment the cyborg's mind was elsewhere; he'd seen the shadow flit into an alleyway but couldn't make himself care for that, either.

He took a deep breath upon realizing that, until just then, he'd been holding it and tensing his muscles. Quickly the shortest of the trio turned towards the other two and studied their body language to interpret what was going on. Then, with some difficulty, Riagan said, "There's more than a bar fight going on here. We shouldn't stick around."

((Sorry for the extremely late reply, I got so caught up in holiday hours for my new job I actually forgot to reply to this.))