Once you land unless some one stops you free to roam the city and check it out.

They did say though Kairos is on a rather high paying gig though, and this is a nice ship, so worth looking into.

The city though is his kinda city... just... way way way way bigger than anything he's ever been to... yet at the same time seaming rather small in some places. (but if he sees a big cavern he might be a little shocked there can be cities this big lol)

But the kinda places here remind him of the towns on the rim of the wastelands.... dirty bars full of workers, shotty dock hotels, grumpy miners... almost like home... just with way way way way more people O.O
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Raven guided the ship into port, channeling his own energies into the craft to help landing in a storm that had kicked up when they arrived. After the vessel was docked, the old man stood up and stretched. Two hundred people were safe now because of him, he hadn't left anyone behind this time. Maybe the dreams would stop at least for tonight. He silently hoped, anyway.

Shoving the thought out of his head for now, Raven looked over the city they had come to over a monitor. It looked dirty, lowbrow and crowded. The kind of place where a single man, even an old heavy splicer like himself, could go un-noticed in the throngs of people. His credits were a bit low, and he might even be able to pick up some smuggling work. Low grade from the looks of the place, but there was always a chance and with his funds in the state they were in, he wasn't of a mind to be too picky. Plus this was a nice ship, now that he had the hang of it, and if he could 'borrow' it for a delivery, all the better.

The big fellow checked his gun to make sure it was fully loaded and in perfect working condition, and took a moment to make sure his armor was fully secured. The battle was behind him, and he wasn't planning for a fight persay, but you never could tell, especially in a city like this. Raven had been to places like this before, not quite so big, granted, but still he knew how to act. It didn't mean the odd stranger wouldn't have too much to drink, look around for someone to pick on, and land on the splicer. It had happened before, and an ounce of prevention was worth a pound of cure he'd heard somewhere.

It wasn't just a bar brawl that plagued his mind. In fact, if the day were kind, he might get into a dust up just for some fun. No, he was more concerned with the refugees on this ship. He had saved them, of course, but it didn't mean they would see it that way. Not after he had backed the ship into the station and sent innocent people out into space to die. The old man wasn't troubled by what he did; he'd been in combat before, and from the looks of things all he had done was kill those people about ten seconds sooner than they would have been otherwise. The evac shuttle had left, and from the looks of the structure there hadn't been time for another to dock. Even if it had, the station probably would have given way before anyone could make it to safety. He strongly doubted those dead would haunt his dreams, but if they did, it wasn't like he would notice with the way things stood now. No, he wasn't worried about the dead, but the living.

The ex-Marine gambled that the station didn't survive long enough for any message to be sent about the crash, and even if it had gotten out there was no way to know he was the pilot at the time. But the survivors, all two hundred of them, had been on the ship with him when it had happened. When he himself had been in the cargo hold, he hadn't seen any windows, but he'd been around long enough to know that there was no telling what senses, magicks or talents someone has. There was no way to know what any of that crowd knew or didn't, but he took the fact that in five hours they hadn't rushed the bridge as a good sign. It still didn't mean they weren't still in shock, and when it wore off he'd be in trouble. If that were the case, it paid to be ready.

Right now though, Raven had a little coin to his name and he was in search of a bottle and a girl, and he didn't much care as to the order. The old Splicer made his way to the main hatch and entered Hades.

Well with over 100 thousand credits to his name, meant if he wanted to blow it he could have quite a good time. Like many cities like this there was plenty of bars and a relight district near the dock, as well as a thriving entertainment district. He could probably even find a construct designed for sex, as odd as some of those may be.

Raven looked around as he disembarked; it wasn't hard to find a bar by the docks. He entered, bought a bottle without being too picky as to what, and laid down a challenge to the crowd:

Arm wrestling, 100 credits a round, winner takes the pot.

People just laughed at raven, at least one saying 'least make it worth a drink'.

After a good bit of laughing one guy comes over, he seams to also be a splicer... hard to tell exactly what he's spliced with save for the fact he's got hoves, a lot of brown hair over his body, and is big... quite big. This guy looked to differently be stronger than Raven.... but if worse came to worse this guy was a worker, not a fighter, he could tell by the way he held himself.

"One round, 25,000 credits.... or are you afraid of spending all your lunch money at once?"

That started up another round of laughter.
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Raven smiled at the other splicer as he took a drink from his bottle.

"Oh, I would bet that much, but if I did I wouldn't have anything left for your mom, and she charges by the hour. I might worry she wouldn't get with a bird, but from the looks for you she'll bed anything."

The man took a more serious look as he set down. He got a silver chip and put it in a data pad then let you watch as he filled two and a half chips for the 25k. He layed the pad down encase you needed it along with the money.

He also let you get a look at the other chip when he did the trasfure, he's still got another 30k or so on it.

Raven smiled up at the brute, took a chip from his own pocket, slipped it into the scanner, and downloaded 25k. He let the other splicer watch, so the man could be sure that the money was really there. Once that was taken care of, the old man motioned to a chair at his table while he placed an arm in position. He started to sing 'Minstrel Boy' as the other got himself ready, and when the match was on the ex-marine kicked at the man's shins as he dug his talons into the beast's hand, and with the power of his song summoned a rift to open in front of his opponent's face and a harmless, but scary spirit to pop out.

Unlike the younger man, Raven realized there had been no rules set for this match.

The kick to the shin was perfect though it seamed to do little more than piss him off.... however his talons dug into an major vain and blood sprayed out. It was rather easy to get an advantage on him then with the crippled hand, but he was big, strong, and most of all pissed off. Red faced, sweating, veins popping and straightening he started pushing your hand back cursing and screaming. Though sure force of will he was winning.... but will gave out to blood loss and pain, and straining with more strength you though you win... the metal table bent up a bit from the ordeal.

He stands up giving out a cry and kicking the table at you "WHAT THE HELL KINDA GAMES YOU PLAYING BOY!?!?"

Raven's fast enough though to duck under the table, or jump up onto it.

Raven ducked under the table, and stood up to face the brute, all four fists up and ready.

"Hey, horsey, it's not my fault you were too stupid to realize we never set any rules. No rules mean anything goes, and it did. That lesson just cost you 25k to learn, and a hand. Push the issue, and it's going to cost you a lot more.

"I was a Marine kid, I was in fights before you were born. I just hurt you in a friendly game, what do you think is going to happen if you raise the stakes? You learn a lesson, nurse that hand, go back to work and in time you'll earn that money back. Try to take me on, I beat you down, and take all your pay for my troubles. What's it going to be, Trigger?"

Stuff got quite for a moment as they thought there might be a fight. And it looked like there might be. But after a moments stair down... he backed off walking away. "piece of bird shit... we'll see...." The bar keep already had the first aid out... but Raven seen that look before, he would be  looking for him later, with friends.

For now though he had 25k more and the bar was laughing at the other guy now.

Raven collected his new money, then walked over to where the other guy was getting patched up. The old splicer tossed a credit chit on the bar.

"Don't worry Kid, you'll be older and wiser for it. Barkeep, give oat breath here something on me to dull the pain."

He nodded some while tending to the splicer. "Can I get you something, how about a drug bowl? There only 2,500 creds." The other splicer just glared at him.
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"You know, you're lucky. Back in the past if a horse got hurt like you, they had to shoot them. Go back to your barn, eat some hay and you'll be fine.

"Also, a little advice. Since you already paid me, this will be free. I know that look in your eye, that you want to get even, somewhere, sometime. You ever been a Marine? You ever been trained in how to kill a man, by hand, blade or bullet? You ever had your mind honed to where you see sniper nests, hiding places, ambush sites? You ever been able to decide if that noise in the dark is a bottle rolling on the floor, or an attacker? You ever been in a fight where others count on you, and the stakes are your lives and theirs? I'm an old man, past my hour with the Reaper, though I've tried plenty of times to meet him. How about you, Mr. Ed? How eager are you to shake that boney hand? How many friends could you call to take on the crazy old Marine who won't die alone, and how many men have I killed with them against me, with experience, training, and this old gun at my side? You might dig a grave after the next time we meet, but how many and whose going to fill them? Just a few words for you to think about, while you enjoy that drink you paid for."

The old Splicer turned to the barkeep.

"You got any food in this place? I could do with a big steak, I don't care about what the meat is from, as long as it's tasty. Maybe a couple of sides, of you got any. If you can feed me, I'll take a drug bowl for dessert."

Though the Mr Ed comment was WAY WAY to old for the young splicer, the down talking and the horse talk was getting to him and he was getting red in the face again. There was a good many splicers and iron heads about in this city and usually not many called such out unless they were looking for a fight. The look started to fade though, Raven was just too serious... too cold. He was a hardened man and that was coming through and it scared him some, enugh that it looked like he could let some one give him a good talking over if it might cost his life to try and shut him up. He was an angry man but had more commonsense than a lot of people.... just not enugh to know where to throw his money.

The bartender seams a little let down "We don't have any food, I'm sorry. Just lousy snacks and various forms of inebriation."