Voxamaria was tired. After spending the last two months flittering around the quadrant she was happy to have a few days off of the ship. Not as happy as if she was able to go home on Plebesco, but happy nonetheless. She was the owner and Captain of super hauler 52577. Unlike the single haulers, a super hauler could carry as many as eighteen cargo pods, had it's own fold drive, and required a crew of at least three. She loved the work she did and was happy spending so much time out in the void with her crew mates, Carter, a slightly rotund engineer from the planet Bolaw, and Traxis, an android payload specialist from the Planetary Cybernetics Corporation of Fronolo.
Of course, just because she got along well with her crew, that didn't mean she wasn't very much okay with getting away from them for a little while. That's why with a spring in her step she headed straight for Snosppej tavern. Snosspej had been a favorite of hers since she first visited Uslaw outpost so many years ago. The owner, a Drissidian named Snosspej, always had cold drinks, loud ,music, and only a minimum of bar fights. She was looking forward to sitting in a quiet corner booth, having a few beers and watching the people get drunk beyond their capacity to think. Fun times all around.
As she stepped in the crowd seemed unusually chipper as there were currently cheers going on. Snos stood up straight and bellowed "Drinks are on Dave tonight!!", which solicited even louder cheers from the crowd. She wasn't quite sure who Dave was nor why the name sounded so odd, but free drinks would just be a bonus to start her little mini vacation. Much to her delight the booth in the darkest corner of the room was empty so she quickly dropped herself into the seat and beckoned for the waitress to bring her a beer.
The next hour or so passed with much delight as the drinks flowed and people made asses of themselves. Considering the drinks were free people were taking advantage and imbibing just a little bit more than they normally would. Suddenly she heard the sound of Snos shouting over the crowd again, "Dave is going to do a second shot of Trolam!!!". She concluded that this Dave must be either very brave or very stupid. She never has and never will try Trolam since she knew exactly what it was. Trolam was the distilled, acidic secretions from the anal glands of a small northern bear from some heavily forested planet that she could not remember the name of. It hibernated for about a hundred years at a time which is what ferments said secretions prior to being processed.
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She got the attention of another bar patron as they passed and inquired, "Did this Dave person really shoot the Trolam?". The woman turned unsteadily and replied, "Oh yes! He kept it down and won the pot too! Then used the pot to pay for everyone's drinks!". "wow, stupid it is" Vox thought, but kindly gave the passing woman a thank you just as more cheers erupted. Apparently this Dave had successfully taken another shot of the bear ass juice. "Hope he lives through the night.", she thought in passing as she went back to her own drink and people watching.
For a first night off in a long time things had gone well. She was buzzed, listening to good tunes and didn't have to be anywhere in particular the next day. Vox decided it would be a great time to head to her hotel, pop on a vid or two and sleep in. She looked down briefly to retrieve her comm from a pocket of her cargo pants and checked the time. It wasn't quite after midnight yet so now would be optimal. Just as she was sliding the device back in her pocket she heard "Hey beautiful, looks like you get the pleasure of coming home with me" in a voice that was both whiny, and grating at the same time.
She looked up to see three slimy Blurepcian men standing at her booth. The middle glaring at her like she was the last hot link at the barbecue, while the other two chuckled and guffawed like morons. "That is clearly not happening tonight buddy." she replied as she attempted to stand up. The one in the middle placed a hand roughly on her shoulder and pushed her back down with a shove. She landed back in the booth seat roughly and immediately raised her voice, "I said leave me alone you malodorous pervert! Now move!"
As she attempted to stand again the bullies closed ranks blocking her and the one in the middle again pushed her back down. Her voice still raised she stared right into the yellow eyes of the ring leader and spat out, "Touch me again and your mothers will have to celebrate having daughters instead of sons." As she uttered the warning her left hand slid down and unbuckled the holster on her pistol. She never has, and never will stand for this kind of crap. The only move these bullies could make that would not end up with her putting bullets in each of them would be to turn around and walk away.
The lead dumbass just started to lean towards Vox and she wrapped her hand around the grip of her pistol. She was going to give these jackasses something to remember alright. Before she could unleash hell on these dimwits however, a hand grabbed the ring leader by the shoulder and spun him around. An odd looking fellow with no hair and an oddly red face stood there swaying slightly from the force of pulling him. In a rather deep voice the newcomer said, "The lady said she wasn't", the man stopped briefly to hiccup, "wasn't interested. Time for you to go."