PONIES. IN. SPACE! 6

[12:49:09 AM | Edited 12:51:23 AM] emms: The part of heroes after a dispute had opted to go to a bar. The Rusted Shoe. A fancy looking space station like bar filled with patrons of all walks of life,  The charismatic Zel has opted to not join you, having been called off on a personal job. The bar, despite being shiny and chrome like in appearance had a serious case of the not so nice patrons. over the bar area you see a few screens plpaying intergalactic sports, though the soundd is drowned out by the fracas of the bar goers.  The 5 of you sit at a large round table, tall flagons of Apple Cider sitting in front of you as you enjoy the atmosphere.
[12:50:02 AM] Sine: I take a sip of the cider
[12:50:32 AM] Laδy Lorδ Firecrotch: Mmm, delicious cider. Not as strong as I'd like given the past day or so, but it's refreshing.
[12:50:44 AM] Sine: "He wasn't kidding, this is pretty good cider."
[12:51:12 AM] Elba: "I don't even know why they served me!"
[12:51:22 AM] Elba: I drink fast
[12:52:49 AM] emms: The cider is amazing and you don't know why you've never drank here before.  it is delicious!
[12:53:09 AM] Left: And only slightly watered down, too!
[12:53:33 AM] Sine: "Not the strongest stuff, but definitely flavorful."
[1:02:06 AM] Sine: I take a look around the bar. What do I see?
[1:04:49 AM] emms: You see patrons doind patron things!

Ah, Nice drinks, nice atmospher(albeit a bit shady in nature) and good food, assuming you all ordered the amazingly delicious foods they sell, because bar food is delicious.  however, in a flash, the sounds of the bar is brought to a sudden silence as a loud BANG! breaks through the air, one of the large screens smashing to bits and falling down off it's rig.  You and every patron in the bar is of coursed a mixture of shocked, stunned, surprised and silenced as you all turn to the source of the sound and projectile to find standing at the door to the place an Earth pony a mechanical foreleg pointed in the direction of the tv with what appears to be a barrel in it. His gun metal grey coat nearly blending with the augmentations on his body. a four point star painted along his face. He looks like he has something to say.
[1:05:54 AM] Moonrise: Moonrise smiles as he watches smoke spew from the broken tv and sighs softly. "Much better" he begins before digging something out of his jacket. The Stallion pulls out
[1:06:54 AM] Sine: I adjust my belt, just in case things get ugly, so I have easy access to my reliable old 6 shooter
[1:07:14 AM] Moonrise: Moonrise what appears to be a smashed up plastic card that is held together by duct tape and little else. After a moment of fumbling with the card it porjects an image of Six ponies. The image remains clear for about three seconds before going fuzzy and fading. "Piece of slag!" the stallion snarls and bangs it against the wall which only causes it to fall apart and him to swear more.
[1:07:22 AM] Globebutt: [1:05 AM] Moonrise:

<<< The Stallion pulls outwhat did I walk in on
[1:07:35 AM] Left: Toss a nearby table up on it's side, hiding behind it and drawing some pistols
[1:08:15 AM] Elba: I get a needle of some nasty stuff ready, hiding next to captain
[1:08:41 AM] Moonrise: Moonrise grumbles to himself before calling out "Would any of you meat bags have the misfortune of being called" he takes a moment to check a crumpled list " Zel, Rapscallion, Bolt Action or 'Captain' Sparrowtail?
[1:09:30 AM] Laδy Lorδ Firecrotch: I stay seated? standing? Whatever ponies does at bar tables, simply watching silently, observing.
[1:09:33 AM] Elba: "Only if you're looking for trouble, meanie!"
[1:09:42 AM] Sine: "Who would be asking?"
[1:10:06 AM] Moonrise: Moonrise looks at the Unicorn and snorts "Who is asking who is asking?"
[1:10:18 AM] Elba: "Who is you is!"
[1:10:29 AM | Removed 1:10:33 AM] Globebutt: This message has been removed.
[1:10:40 AM] Moonrise: ( I SAW THAT GLOBE!)
[1:10:48 AM] Globebutt: (>_>)
[1:10:53 AM] Left: "What the lass said!"
[1:11:45 AM] Moonrise: Moonrise rolls his eyes and walks over to the group with the mouthy mare. "Maybe I happen to have a friend that they do? Maybe this mutual friend sent me out here to meet them?"
[1:12:11 AM] Sine: "Ponymous?"
[1:12:28 AM] Left: "Umm no, we've got enough hot-headed lugnuts as it is, thank you very muc-- Bolt you Dolt!"
[1:13:04 AM] Moonrise: Moonrise grins at Bolt and nods "Yea that 'cloak-and-dagger' wanker"
[1:14:23 AM] Moonrise: Moonrise reaches down picking up a mug of cider that escaped the table's fall and downs it
[1:14:49 AM] Left: Left places his hat on the barel of a gun and peeks it over the edge of the table
[1:15:07 AM | Edited 1:15:22 AM] Moonrise: "You can stop cowering now"
[1:15:35 AM] Moonrise: Moonrise shakes his head and tosses the empty mug behind him
[1:15:46 AM] Sine: "I may be familiar with the name. Who might you be?"
[1:16:00 AM] Left: "No thank you, not with an entrance like that. Am I going have to kneecap you too?"
[1:16:36 AM] Left: I stand up, uprighting the table I used for cover
[1:16:45 AM] Moonrise: Moonrise looks at Bolt Action with a lock of shock. "Somepony in this group is finally showing some manners!" He takes a step back and bows. "The name is Deadlock! Scourge of the Seven Galaxies and Hell on hooves to anything that trots, flies or crawls!"
[1:17:39 AM] Left: I laugh loudly "So thats who you are. I expected someone who actually lives up to such a name
[1:17:46 AM] Elba: I slip back to the table
[1:18:06 AM] Moonrise: Moonrise looks at the Gryphon and raises an eyebrow. "This coming from some birdie that cowers behind tables at the first sign of trouble?"
[1:18:22 AM] Left: "I'd rather not get shot, thanks"
[1:18:29 AM] Moonrise: "Wussy"