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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.))