Myaxx and Tetrax
Tetrax Shard is a seasoned warrior. It is evident in the way he moves: Graceful without compromising caution, agile without lacking strength, confident without falling prey to arrogance. When he enters any establishment, armor donned and visor raised, his presence commands attention, his demeanor demands respect. His stance, steadfast and authoritative, serves as a warning, sometimes a threat, that while he is not out for blood he is not someone to be trifled with either.
But infamy gets far more notice and is far more widespread out in the universe. And while the Petrosapian mercenary makes for an impressive figure in person, he maintains a low-key profile fame-wise. He doesnt mind, it means fewer individuals will be looking for him specifically on missions and even fewer will seek him out on the rare, personal outings he allows himself.
Like now for example, seated at the far end of the taverns counter, a tankard filled with a noxious, bubbling brew in hand. While the rest of the establishment was filled with raucous laughter and rowdy fun, Tetrax was by his lonesome. It was not for a lack of familiar faces nor was he considered unwelcomed. There had been invitations for a round of drinks, requests to have him take a gander at a prospective mission.
He had turned them down with his version of curt politeness, and yet they still kept approaching him. It was only when one particularly headstrong, up-and-coming mercenary planted himself in the empty stool beside Tetrax did the latter wish he had a little more notoriety.
Shard, the younger alien began, I have this mission thing coming up and-
That seats taken. Tetrax muttered before roughly shoving the annoyance off the seat. The other mercenary was about to make a retort when a figure suddenly towered behind the Petrosapien. If you want advice, ask me when Im on the clock.
Aww, and here I thought the big tough Tetrax was a softie on rookies. A female voice teased. Though her tone could be considered insulting, it manages to bring a small, but brief smile to crystalline features. The younger alien scurries off, even if it wasnt Vilgax the sight of a Chimera Sui Generis was enough to unnerve most new-comers.
Tetrax glanced over his broad shoulders, narrowing his gaze at the tall, smirking female. Cocking his head, he gestures to the now-unoccupied stool to his left, You sure took your time.
I had a last minute discussion about something with someone. Myaxx shrugs, sliding with the ease and grace of someone her stature or size didnt seem capable of. Even if she didnt, the scientist (and secretly the mercenary) wouldnt think twice of making an example of anyone who made a smart remark. She turns her attention to the bar tender to place her order before continuing, I dont see why Azmuth needed to have it just as I left.