Damian stepped out from his ship as a number of locals passed by in what seemed complete dis-care. He sniffed as he whipped his nose, already feeling threatened by the feeling of being thought inferior. He quickly made his way to to closest noticeable tavern, praying they at least serve a human edible alchohol. As the pubs door slid open, Damian smiled at the sight before him, Empty. Save a few partisions whom each were, so far, keeping to them selves. He stepped toward the bar and took a seat, keeping a seat or two between him and any others. Before long the barkepper stepped up to him, a tall lanky looking humonoid with only six fingers and a very noticeable lack of hair. The keep looked him over for a moment before asking in english,"What can i get you, Beer, whiskey, scotch or burbon?"
"I'll take a beer, you take Earth Credits though?" Damian made sure to ask, for fear of attracting any unnecessary attention. "We'll take it, we have a private exchange man, if its worth anything, he'll get its value in a usable currency." Damian smilled as he pulled out a twenty and placed it out on the bar, "Beer it is then." In only a moment or two, Damian was popping the cap off a leinenkugel and making his way to an empty corner booth. As he took his seat, three brawny, scaly, jackasses opened the doors of the tavern, shouting with another loudly it was evident they had been drinking all day. After they each picked their own drinks, one of them points their finger towards Damian, and he knew he was in for trouble.
The three quickly made their way over to Damian, who took a drink to try and dissuade them before one of them hit the bottle away from him. Damian quickly thrust his fist underhanded into the creatures lower gut, sending him flat on the ground a meter and a half backwards, into another table whos user's drink was also spilled resulting on his boot ramming into the lizards face. The two remaining lizards quickly found them selves surrounded by the other partisans of the bar. the stood in shock for only a moment later before quickly making their way out of the bar, dragging their now unconscious friend with them. Damain nodded slowly in thanks to the other drinkers whom helped him and quickly waved down the tender to replaces the ones drink.
After a minute or so the ambiance of the tavern returned, calm and quieting, letting a sooth fall over the air. Damian drank one more beer before raising and exiting the bar, looking around at what he first ignored of the city. It was much darker now, his kind of people had replaced the snobs and spoiled of the day folks. He made his way down the street reading the various shop signs and taking the occasional peek at an interesting piece in a window. After five or six blocks the mutant stopped at a sign reading "Broken Cogwheel" Written on a fragment of a shattered cog. He turned his head to look into the window and saw clock work powered weapons, not very practical or efficient, but the ideas behind the designs were amazing. The first piece was a chain bladed sword, powered by a music box, it had no power as a weapon, but a more powerful power source would most definitely let it cause havoc. The second item was a large gravity feed clock, jury rigged to a home crafted transmission, all connected to a human sized mechanical man. A small computer next to it controlled the Transmission, taking control of the machine with amazing accuracy. The final Item was what must have been the most complex transmission in the universe, atleast 10m^3, connected to a gyrospshere, moving so quickly it was containing what appeared to be a micro black whole. Damian almost lost it for a second, What he was looking at was a particle accelerator made out of completely clockwork.
After another minute of gazing in awe, Damian stepped into the shop. The man at the front desk was clearly the owner, but not the crafter. "Can i ask where those devices came from?" The shop owner looked up with four distorted eyes, the right two evidently blind. he lifted one of his four arms and pointed to the back room, " My son builds them" the man said, almost shattering Damians hopes. "By any chance are you looking to further his education? I am a master inventor in search of an apprentice, and your son has serious potential. Join the club, you think you are the first guy to come in here and try to steal my son from me? go Grign yourself. Sir, I can completely understand where you are coming from, But I am not lying to you. I am in a private guild on earth, one of few Earth based groups with the ability to communicate let alone visit extra terrestrial being and planets. Come back tomorrow and help him with his projects, if you can improve three of his designs, I'll beleive you. But that doesnt mean you can take him anywhere. Damian smiled wildly,But your not saying i wont be able to yet either. He took a single step towards the door before looking over his shoulder How much for the computerized automaton [/b] Two thousand five hundred, earth credits.[/b] See you tomorrow then.
Damian stepped out side and took a deep breath to calm down again, after a moment he started making his way back to the bar by his ship, as he stepped in a few of the partisans had left, a few new ones had come. The ones he recognized looked up and nodded as he made his way to get another beer from the bartender, another 10$ and he was sitting down again drinking a lieny. He closed his eyes and layed his head back taking the occasional sip, after an hour or so, he made his way back to his ship and clicked on his computer, he switched the files and opened another series, from a file reading Rosaria Vampire.