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A moderate sized bar sits lit up for the advertised festivities the owner had been planning for weeks now. Outside, a pair of mean looking Orks awaited guests who desired entry, happily taking the cover charge from any who were looking to enjoy the nights event, and chasing off anyone who attempted tricking their way in.

Inside, the bar was swarming with additional orks, many of them at the bar already drinking and roughhousing with each other as Sihke served them drinks and appeared to keep them entertained with conversation, intermittently clicking in delight at whatever it was the orks did or said. Oddly enough, this Navin held a single tentacle above their head, wrapped around a small battle axe they seemed to be simply hanging on to and holding above themselves. Another was casually stirring a gigantic bowl of eggnog behind them.

The entire bar was coated in the decorative smatterings of Christmas cheer. The trademarked Christmas tree stood decorated and lit up off in the corner opposite the bar, which had its own array of lights and Garland wrapped around the front and the edges. The walls were coated in various pictures of snowmen and reindeer, and each of the tables had their own decorative centerpieces which portrayed different symbols of the holidays traditional items. Reindeer, holly, santa, elves, snowmen, each of these items was clearly assembled individually and uniquely, and stood proudly in the middle of each table.

There were two other items of note in the busy room, one of which was a small stage which had been recently installed near to the bar. It raised only slightly, and could easily be stepped onto by even the smallest of creatures. Various musical instruments sat deep in the back of the stage, and a large neon light which hadn't yet been lit hung above the stage in a simple word....'Orks'

The last piece was the faux fireplace, glowing with a fake fire near the tree opposite the stage. Gorgutz sat nearby on a small throne-like santa chair, donning their large Santa costume with the bag of presents nearby. Next to them stood Pix, wearing her equally festive
elf outfit
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, which came with the surprising fact that she had decided to leave her hair down (as shown in picture). Voldarians rarely changed their hair, and the fact Pix had chosen to now was odd.

The bar was moderately filled, hosting several people already taking advantage of the event, and while all of Pix's personal lackeys were present and working this particular evening, there were a few human servers maneuvering about serving food and drink as well.
P'link and Hal'n scurried about, the almost rodent looking alien brothers working pretty easily in tandem to coordinate which drinks and plates were going to which tables and guests. Back and forth they went, serving the vastness of the tables and leaving the bar itself to Sihke's endless ability to multitask.

And multitasking was just what they were doing. With a large tank of eggnog behind them stirred with one tentacle, another set poured the egg nog into glasses and provided it to patrons nearby. All the while the made and served addition drinks, setting them on the counter for P'link and Hal'n to retrieve for those among the tables.

At the end of the bar sat the short and effeminate T'nsi, dressed in what appeared to be another elf costume not terribly dissimilar from that which Pix wore. T'nsi wore their hair shorter, however, and was lacking the large 'Head Elf' pin that Pix so proudly wore on the left side of her chest. They seemed just about as happy as they were helpful just this moment, and to that the female-esque agender alien sat scroogingly on their bar stool, leaning upon the table and holding their face up with their arm. The holiday didn't appear to be settling well with them for whatever reason and helping in the bar today didn't seem to make the priority list either.
"You know," Pix began, standing next to the chair Gorgutz lounged in. She leaned on the arm of the chair they sat in attempting to close the gap between her and the warboss and nearly whispered to them, "You and your boys are going to drink for free tonight." Pix smirked coyly, then subtly taking a look around making certain no one could hear. She didn't speak again until she was satisfied her words would be noticed by only the intended recipient.

"Not to worry, I have passed that cost on to the customer. The "free drinks" come with a refilling fee, and even if we only break even on drinks, we will profit from the cover charge, and that's not including the benefit of advertising this gig will get us," she explained. It hadn't yet dawned on her that she was doing it again....revealing her entire plan to Gorgutz as if they were already her equal partner. It wasn't as if they were not, but Pix never treated someone like this unless there was an investment on the recipients part, or some other level of power that she was going to profit from. Currently, Gorgutz had neither.

She glanced momentarily back at the stage, then again to Gorgutz. Her voice raised only slightly from the whisper it once was to the low tone of a hushed voice, "I had the stage installed thinking you and your boys could come play here sometimes, which would help our customer base. Besides Sihke wouldn't stop asking, and he is so pitiful when he is begging."

Pix giggled nervously to herself, in only the smallest amount as she now finally began to realize how she had just tipped her own glass once again. So far Gorgutz hadn't seemed to take advantage of her playing her cards from the table, but there was still time if they chose to do so. She could only hope they would choose not to.

"....But I mean...I can always convince other bands to play here if you're not able to."
To the typical outsider, it would sound like a ludicrous idea that Orkz are capable of even understanding what a holiday is. A rambunctious species by nature, to many they were incapable of feeling anything other than anger, violence, and an insatiable thirst for destruction.

While all of this is true, it undermined the true complexity of Orkz, for if they had no capacity to look beyond simple violence, they would not have been so successful at ravaging the galaxy at they had done thus far. Indeed, even giving a passing glance to the Orkz would tell an onlooker that they are a highly sophisticated and distinctive people, and one that quickly adapts to the cultures of others. One would need to look no further than the Blood Axes clan, to know that Orkz had a distinct knack for taking cultural traits from other species if they found that it suited their needs.

That might explain why Warboss Gorgutz, a long with a sizeable number of his Boyz, were actually pretty well disposed to undergo this whole Christmas event. With all of them wearing floppy Santa hats and strapped in loose red jackets; though naturally still clad with weapons and armor, many of them having axes and giant pistols hanging from their Santa belts.

Gorgutz in particular had gone and decidedly outdone the rest of his Boyz, he had the red suit, the Santa hat, a white gob on his jaw to resemble a beard, and more importantly, he had wrapped Christmas lights all around his body to give himself 'Propa Flash' as he said it. How were the lights being powered, or how was he not electrocuting himself was a total mystery, but the big Ork had a lot of robotic parts on him already, so it was plausible that he had hooked them directly to his own personal generator.

Not to be outdone by Pix's minions however, the Ork Boyz tried to make themselves useful to invoke the favor of their Boss. P'link and Hal'n would find that they were being tailed by tiny green goblin like creatures, these were called Gretchinz and they were a subspecies of Orkz that essentially operated as servants to their bigger kin. "Watz we doin'?? Wherez we goin'??" They'd ask as they'd follow around looking for things to do, highly proficient in serving drinks and carrying trays and the like-- far better than the average Ork in fact who'd more than likely throw them at someone first.

Sihke being a long favorite of Gorgutz' Boyz had quite a few Orkz seated at the bar stools in front of them. Their latest obsession seemed to be if they could out juggle the tentacled alien. "Alrightz! 'Ere we go! Watch dis, ladz!!" Said an Ork as he tried to juggle his axe, his pistol, a mug of beer, and a tray at the same time, it was all going well until he missed a grab and his axe landed on his forehead blade first. "OWW! ME HEAD!!" This would have been a fatal wound to just about anyone else, but Ork skulls being very thick, and their brains being remarkably small meant that it was essentially a flesh wound. The lack of severity of the situation was only made more obvious when other Orkz started laughing at the other Ork's apparently split skull "AHAHA!! WADDA GIT!!"

Lastly, T'nsi wouldn't be left alone for long, as an Ork.. just kind of appeared next to them, almost as if they had been invisible just until now. The Ork was wearing entirely camo gear, and seemed to be covered in leaves and mud as if he was trying to blend into a jungle canopy-- though considering he was wearing all that inside a bar he just looked extremely silly. "Hey.. wotz got ya so glum, eh?" He asked, almost.. whispering to T'nsi. Gorgutz didn't seem to be the only anachronistic Ork in the Warband, as this Ork was considerably less noisy than his kin.


Meanwhile, Gorgutz couldn't really care less what his Boyz were doing. His attention seemed to be entirely set on Pix, and he was resting his chin on his hand so he could lean down and get a better look at Pix whilst also listening to her. "Dat suit looks good on ya, it doez." He said with a toothy grin in his almost comical attempt to sweet talk the Voldarian.

His grin only broadened when Pix commented that he and his Boyz could drink for free, and he gave a rumbling chuckle. "Oooh, yer a shrewd one ya iz. But ya can countz on me and me Boyz ta make zure we get lotza gitz-- Oi mean, kustomerz ta come over. Oiz even did sum researchz meself ta be Tha' Big Santa Boss Propa'. Observe." He cleared his throat and gave a loud "WAAAAG--err-- HO HO HO HO!!" The Ork laughed trying to play the part of Santa.

"Alrightz, so itz need sum practize, but Iz kan nailz it befo' tha endz of tha' nite, ya just watch." He assured Pix.

However, as Pix mentioned that she was hoping for a concert, Gorgutz straightened up and nearly pulled out his electric guitar to march up the stage. Before he could do that though, it seemed one of his Boyz was already thinking ahead and had jumped on the stage armed with a guitar of his own, several other Orkz behind him with drums and bass instruments.

"Hah! Lookz loik me Boyz already got ya covered, Pix." Laughed Gorgutz as the Orkz at the stage began playing what sounded like 'Joy to the World'.


Ork version of course.

Which meant that it was entirely Heavy Metal music and highly different lyrics.

"JOOOOY TO THA WORLD! THA' WAAAGH HAZ COME! /O~
LET EARTHZ RECEIVE A STOMPZ! O/~

LET EVERY HEARTZ XLPODE
AND GORK AND MORK SCREAAAAAM! O/~"

Yeah, this was going well!
The unfortunate effects of the Gretchinz questions seemed to leave P'link and Hal'n often at a loss for a response. Occasionally they could manage the suggestion of bringing a table its drinks or its food, or perhaps even pointing to a spill that needed cleaned, but largely they seemed to be followers. It was easy for them to do things themselves, they often had coordinated with each other growing up and had adapted to working together almost mindlessly. Sadly this left the entire process seemingly confused and slowed down by the good meaning intentions of the Gretchinz.

That was of course until a particular occurence happened before Sihke. P'link was asked a seemingly obvious question and stopped mid stroke, reaching for a glass Sihke intended to bestow upon them.

"Ahhh...well..." P'link said turning back toward the crowd of people which seemed to be only growing larger if their opinion of it was accurate.

Sihke stopped what they were doing, retrieving many of their tentacles and reaching one out to wrap around the Montaxans wrist and drag him towards Sihke. The rodent turned in quick surprise, making audible noises of simple distress as Sihke thrust the glass into their hand then pushed them away gently.

"Baaack to woooork!" they said, then turned to the small Gretchinz with their tentacle. They didnt touch them, nor gesture threateningly, but Sihke had dealt with enough '2 dimensional aliens' as they called them to know they occasionally needed help determining when a 3 dimensional Navin was addressing them, and so they simply pointed in their direction and maneuvered an eye directly at them.

"Write doowwwwwn what cuuustomers want aaand bring them heeere. Seeet them on the table aaand I will give yoouuu the ooorder. Take it baaack to them and above all don't forget to colleeect the moooooney! If you have queeeestionns ask meee...." they instructed. With an inward sigh their eye gestured over to T'nsi a moment. Some help they were tonight. It was then they returned to their previous activities and maintained their attention to the Orks.

T'nsi glanced over not removing their head from their hand, planted on the end of the bar in a clear advertisement of their dismay. The arrival of the creature nearby was simply something they attributed to a lack of notice. Dirty as he seemed to be with the mud and jungle flare about him it was a surprise to see him in here at all. It wasn't an attractive site to be sure, bit then attraction meant so little to a Piniri anyway.

In response to their question, T'nsi reached up to the collar of their shirt and tugged on it as if to claim their problem was the costume. In fact, the problem was vastly clothing all together. Of course in the broader sense T'nsi didnt always appreciate they way their business deals went with Pix either, but just how again was it she had gotten them into an elves costume again?

T'nsi smiled eyeing the creature down then back up again. "I mean it looks like you have the same problem to me," they responded with a light giggle.

Outjuggling Sihke was probably something only another Navin was going to be able to do. With an eye in every direction and a mind that could interpret everything they saw without disorientation, they were keenly aware of everything around them and just precisely where that was. Add to that a segmented mind that could attend a single tentacles actions without detracted from the minds other activities, and you'd have to be quite some juggler to even compete with them. The icing on the cake was the small hooks on their tentacles, which essentially acted like an at will adhesive, and so as they juggled they needed only touch an item to change its direction.

One drawback to these amazing feats however seemed to be something the Orks excelled at....head trauma. A blade in their own head like what this Ork took would have been a devastating blow which would have had the strong potential of lasting brain injuries....if death wasn't what occurred instead.

So when the blade struck into the unfortunate Ork...Sihke immediately stopped what they were doing. The result of course was everything they juggled came crashing to the ground loudly. They lifted themself up and reached out for the Ork making an almost deafening high pitched screeching noise which seemed to gather the attention of much of the bar, certainly the local area. Even Pix stopped and stared, wide eyed, a moment as the Navin reached out to grab the Ork and pry the axe from their cranium.

That was until they began to realize they were okay....furthermore everyone seemed to be enjoying and mocking the Orks unfortunate accident. The screeching stopped, and slowly the area returned to normal, which of course included Sihke cleaning up any bloody mess the Ork left with cleaning supplies found behind the bar.

Pix turned back to Gorgutz with a half amused, half concerned, and half surprised look on her face at what she had just seen. Even a Voldarian skull wasn't so resilient, but of course they had other means of physical defense. Still the site had been ghastly and impressive all at the same time.

Her expression changed, though, when Gorgutz leaned in to compliment her. The smirk she often wore was buried within a genuine smile, made perhaps only in the smirks frame out of a familiarity with how she wore it.

The expression persisted until Gorgotz rocked his jolly laughter, to which Pix couldn't help but to laugh along side them. The site was glorious in her eyes, and not something she actually expected Gorgutz to do. This of course made the entire thing that much better to her and her hysterics carried on several moments longer than she felt they should have.

"Oh I can't wait to hear it again, honestly," she claimed when she felt herself regaining control. She then watched as the band took stage, and certainly their number one fan jumped into the limelight of the audience as they began. Of course, Sihke first hit a few controls beneath the bar before climbing over, activating the large neon Orks sign and illuminating the stage with a green glow filled with red lights. Holiday colors for sure, but then Pix had the feeling the green glow was going to stay.

Sihke then stood with the same axe over their head chanting again, Ooooorks, oooooorks, with a complete lack of rhythm while hoisting the axe Gorgutz had gifted them months ago.

This of course left the bar unmanned and when returning, P'link and Hal'n seemed confused about just how to proceed, looking to Sihke, then to Pix. Pix's response was a simple point to T'nsi, and in order to grab her attention Pix held her hand out facing upwards and a small flash of energy appeared briefly. T'nsi was just as sensitive to the feelings of the energy as Pix was, and even in its silence they turned to look at Pix, who offered a simple instruction by pointing towards the bar.

T'nsi sighed, turning back to her recent company with the attitude of a defiant teenager. "Guess I better make some drinks or the warden won't pay me," they said with a smirk. "Hey want to help me? Maybe it will be fun?"
"Yeeeehh!" All it took was a little leadership for the Gretchinz to do their job, leadership from someone taller and more intimidating than them. In this case, Sihke seemed to fit the bill pretty well, and the tiny goblin like creatures skittered to do as they were told, aiding the two rat creatures in taking orders and serving drinks.

This generally let Gorgutz' Boyz to be make total nuisances of themselves, they were really just need there for mostly show and consume drinks themselves. Or, in the case of the band, to play music-- but really that was the extent of how much they were willing, or able, to help the party.

At least they were nothing if not entertaining though, it seemed like none of them were willing to sit around and do nothing, they needed to be engaged in something constantly, even if that meant hurting themselves. Case in point, one rowdy Ork getting his own axe stuck on his forehead. Of course, Orkz being massively prone to injury of all kinds meant that getting an axe to the head was mostly an inconvenience, and the Ork reacted like if he had just had a paper cut instead of a fatal injury.

Not Sihke though, who clearly not being accustomed to hanging out Orkz yet, thought that this Ork was good and done for. "OOWWW!" The Ork in question flailed his muscled arms about as Sihke tried to pull the axe out of his skull-- it was really stuck in there and would require more pulling power. The other Orkz though, rather than helping, continued guffawing in howling laughter, even Sihke's screech did nothing to urge them to action, if anything they enjoyed that piercing shriek and added more fuel to the fire by screaming 'WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGH!!!!!!!'excitedly.

Eventually though, Sihke relented as they realized that the Ork was just fine, if a little annoyed at having an axe stuck to his head, and they went and helped picking and cleaning things up. The Ork though -he still had that axe stuck on his head- someone was going to have to pry that off him eventually.

"Aye.." The camo wearing Ork that T'nsi was talking to seemed to understand and nodded his head. "Iz glad dat tha boss didn't made me wear none o' dat fanzy clothin' neither, ez not very sneaky, no. Yu iz so smol dat yer prolly pretty sneaky yerself, dat clothez dun help being sneaky." Oddly enough, while the rest of the Ork were all a boisterous bunch that didn't so much as talked but yelled everything they said, this Ork whispered everything he said, it was almost hard hearing him over the noises of the party.

When T'nsi was ordered to man the bar, the Ork nodded again and decided to follow along. "Alright, Iz not much fer makin' drinkz meself tho, datz moar a Gretchin job or a Weird Boy, lazt tiem Oi mixed drinkz sum of tha Boyz spat out fire an such, prolly mixed tha' explodin' juize by accident, but den again, no one ever checked."

"Iz Spookums by tha' way." The Ork said at least having enough brains and manners to introduce himself. He also seemed to be rather shy since as soon as he was behind the bar he went and turned himself invisible again. Like, actual invisibility, he probably had a cloaking field of some kind.

Gorgutz seemed to be enjoying the show his Boyz were putting. Both the band and that dumb git hitting himself with his own axe. At least, as long as Pix looked entertained. That was ultimately his main goal here, impress Pix and show that he and his Boyz were capable of doing a good job no matter the undertaking. They were good for more than just simple stompin' and krumpin'.

"Zo Pix," Gorgutz said with a toothy grin, taking a moment to speak closer to Pix since everyone seemed to be distracted with the band the drinks for now, "Oi bet youze been a gud girl dis year, aye? Wot do ya wanna be askin' Big Boss Santa Gorgutz fer a prezent, ey?"
Sihke relentlessly chanted on to the beat of his own drum in the sense of rythym, still glued to the concert most likely until it ended or was otherwise interrupted, or perhaps until they were interrupted.

T'nsi found themselves leaning in to hear what Spookums was saying. They didnt much enjoy the shouting of the other Orks, and definitely found themselves in preference to the struggles of this Orks softer speech if given the choice. "It's okay...I'm really not any good at it either, certainly not like that Sihke is," they said with a smile. As they reached the back of the bar, T'nsi stared at Spookums as they vanished into thin air....disappearing into only a blip of interpreted energy. "Huh...you know, I wish I could do that sometimes...." they claimed solemnly. With a smile they turned to make their first drink, utilizing far less speed, skill, and resulting in lower quality of drinks than Sihke would have.

Pix was definitely enjoying the night so far. The mixture of her lackeys with Gorgutz minions was interesting to see for sure, and certainly she believed there was no greater amusement to be had than to watch the Orks and Sihke do whatever it was they were into in that moment. Still it was only in passing glances once Gorgutz summoned her, to which her full attention was returned.

A good girl? Pix? An amused laughed emitted from her in a single moment as she recalled even the handful of things that would have probably gotten coal launched into her skull if only to knock her dead as a reward for her being a 'good girl' this year. Truth was, she had been likely anything but....but she was very good at hiding that fact from much of the universe.

"Oh I have been on only the best behavior all year," she spoke lowly towards Gorgutz, leaning in towards their face with a devilish smirk "Why, just last week I rescued a litter of orphaned kitsunes from a defenseless orbital platform. My prowess in that battle is still being told around campfires, and I think the humans are making a movie about it."

She couldn't help but to giggle to herself at the jest she made. She maneuvered around the front of the seat he took and opened her palms towards the ground. With a slight glow on the ground she floated off her feet, moving backwards in an attempt to land in a seated position upon Gogutz's lap, "Truthfully my deeds deserve a planet," she claimed, turning back and looking up to the warboss. Her voice softened, and the tone changed to something more serious rather than the jovial fun she had been casting about, "But I do rather like surprises."

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