Dense smoked filled the Dead Grifters bar, a small dive on Nimbus three. Smoke and conversation circled the air in a mist surrounded by dim lights and shady characters making deals in the dark corners of the room.

Sitting at the bar a large heap of a man, in a brown hide jacket sat stirring a drink. He stared of in the distance as if looking into oblivion itself. Thoughts of his dead family and anger at the federation for it swelled internally within him a storm that could only be stopped by alcohol and killing. No one sat next to the man on either side of him, despite the how busy the bar was. It was clear that this was the man that had been referred to them.
A moment later a human man walked up to him and leaded at the bar, he looked angry and pushed Eli’s shoulder. “You took my quarry Eli, I want the bounty” he said placing his hand on Eli’s shoulder

Eli’s eyes widened a little, Eli stood, his Six-foot four frame towered over the man. “We can com o an arrangement, Jana’s no need to get all” his speech broke as his hand reached the man’s neck. In a moment the mans head found the bar several times and fell limp on the floor.
Eli slid some lattinum across the bar, “Sorry” he noted in a heavy slur. Two bouncers were already dragging the man out.

Eli sat back down and downed his drink and tapped it upside down indicating he wanted another. It came quickly.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic