Arc was all smiles and content as the community listened to the music, all drama of the Barrens seemingly forgotten as the sense of community that the human imagined should be present was starting to actually look like a reality. She sighed a little wistfully as she took a sip from the soycaf, nodding to Yelena with a small thumbs up in approval of her idea, turning around at the sound of a bike to notice her tall, dark-skinned Vruk approaching her.
And then, as if on the fragging queue, reality started to rear its ugly head again.
The pro's fighting was nothing new...they were always hypersensitive about their turf. The human glanced over to her Russian Sruiken'kal, exchanging a silent nod that a brief intercession may be in order. Their bond must have run deeper than they thought, as without a word, the older elf and the younger human split their attention, Yelena going to settle the pro's while Arc turned to the forming standoff between the Whollyhells and the Howlers.
Arc blinked as her two strides were halted by the figure of her man standing in front of her, side facing her as he scanned the scene with a protective nature. She blushed a bit, almost unsure how to respond to that action. ...he cares, that for much is a fact...but he's in over his head if he thinks he can take them all on. Oh, Jaime... Silently chuckling and shaking her head, the short girl brushed her hair from her eyes, stepping up and putting her right cyberhand gently on the center of his back. As he turned his head to glance at her, he would meet her green cybernetic eyes staring intently up at him, the glow from her lamplights revealing the look of assurance and determination. She stepped forward again, letting her hand drift to wrap around his waist with a light embrace as she stepped over his leg, pressing her forehead to his before taking the lead, adopting a wide stance, her back straightening as she stood between the two factions. Clearing her throat, she spoke evenly at just enough volume to be heard.
"This don't gotta be this way. Y'all got beef, take it elsewhere, cuz this here is neutral turf. Everyone who's ever had work done by me or rolls with someone of the same knows this. Splat..." She shot a look at the squat-face, tubby ork on the Howler end. "Lupo and I had this arrangement from the beginning, and you and I both know y'all ain't gonna be wanting to piss him off. BloodMoney.." She turned her head, activating the bike and rolling it out, good as new. "Your work is done as ya wanted it. Better have the payment ready, wiz?"
Sighing, the girl lifted her hands up to either side. "Right now, we all are looking to enjoy some music and good company with chummers, wiz? If you want in, nova. If not, and ya think to violate the neutral agreement, then I close up to you and yours. Which would not be wiz. Where else you gon' get your hardware fixed without worry of a corp check or price tag, hm? I thought so..." Clapping her hands together, she eyed either side cooly, wondering how they'd react. "It don't gotta be this way."