Tara was working. Her hands worked the turntables of the mixer, bringing in a throbbing bassline of one song under the fading notes of the ending of another. Cheers could be heard as the recognized bassline began to pump out of the club's massive sound system.

Music had always been important to Tara, it had been something she and her husband and daughter had shared, and even after her death on Noble Light, Tara had continued to love music. She ignored the dark memories, choosing to focus on the positive memories that she associated with music.

That love of music had led her to seek work with it, and purely by chance she had wandered into a bar with an automated music system that had malfunctioned, and in a bit of a drunken stupor, Tara had snuck past the owner of the place to the booth that held equipment for special guest DJs and started mixing. Fumbling a bit as she got used to the alien controls, but music was universal, after an initial fumbling she fell into the role easily.

At the end of the night, the owner had approached her and nodded to her in thanks handing her a credit chip that held more than she thought she deserved. The next night she had come back to the club, a datapad on hand, and walked into silence.

The owner saw her and waved her over, he quickly told her that the crowd had shown up and asked when she would arrive, preferring quiet to the AI-controlled music. Tara nodded and quickly agreed to a five percent cut of all drinks that were served to DJ every night.

Tara came back to reality, focusing on her work, her hiring had been more than a year ago, and she was making more money than any DJ on earth ever had. She had heard that beings would come from several systems away to hear the human music she had taken to playing.

She watched as beings from a hundred races rocked side to side with the beat of the song she played. This went on for several hours, and she knew she had several more to go with the planet's 14 hour night cycle when she felt the cold metal of a weapon on her back.

"Kill the music or I'll end your life." The voice of the being that held the gun said in the slightly quieter booth that was Tara's domain. Tara complied, and the silence seemed to be a signal, blaster shots rang out, and the party-goers screamed. "Give me a microphone." The voice behind her said then.

Tara complied handing him a mic. She listened as a speech similar to any bank heist movie she could remember. She did not move, but she felt a part of her that she had thought lost awaken. Her mind quickly took in twenty opponents of various races, and various armaments ranging from standard blasters, to one incredibly large being, holding what could pass for a ship-mounted repeating blaster.

Tara knew that she could effectively deal with them but did not wish to place anyone else in danger. That was until the being that was behind her stepped forward as it demanded that all credit chips be handed over. Tara saw a Vendriq, and all her thoughts of peace and letting the event play out fled her mind.

Out on the floor, two of the thieves had taken to "Searching" the more well endowed of the females for no reason. They listened as the one who had assembled them gave his usual speech, demanding money, then suddenly a sickening, squelching snap echoed through the audio system. Moments later, a slow bassline began to play, not loudly, just background noise. And a female walked out from where the leader of the thieves had entered.

Tara looked around, her mind seemingly detached from her body, she knew what she was doing, the sight of the Vandriq had awakened her long-suppressed combat training, and all the terrible things that she and the other members of the Legion of the Damned had done. In that moment she did not care, she did not worry, her body Knew that it could kill them all, and her mind had screeched into agreement at the sight of the Venriq.

Tara knew what the thieves were seeing. They saw a strange humanoid female, that appeared to be no older than forty cycles. They could not know that she was nearly eighty cycles old, they could not know that the level of augmentation she had, went far beyond legal, as a matter of fact, she was legally a weapon under this system's laws.

Tara looked around at the suddenly frozen room, and was thankful for the training that she had never given up, and the throwing darts that she never left home without. Her hands flashed, once, twice, thrice, and six of the thieves dropped dead, a tungsten-throwing dart protruding from each of their heads.

"Kill her!" The large being holding the massive repeating blaster yelled before dropping dead with five more of his compatriots. Out of darts, Tara moved with the beat, from one enemy to the next, making sure that there was always one of the thieves between herself and the others. She would punch two or three times in a wild and distracting manner before reaching out and snapping the neck of whatever opponent was closest.

When she approached the final thief, she saw it was another Vedriq. "I do this for Noble Light!" Tara hissed and watched fear wash over the being and the weapon fell from its grasp, it opened its mouth as if to plead for its life, only to receive the full brunt of a punch which drove Tara's fist through the Vedriq's neck, killing it instantly.

Tara looked around. Many of the party-goers looked relieved and fearful. Those closest to her who had heard what she said had wide eyes, even this far from human-occupied territory there were few that had not heard of the retaliation for the destruction of Noble Light.

The owner of the club looking ragged behind the bar had heard as well, though he knew. Tara had in a decision of honesty, told him who she was and he had simply nodded, not believing since there were many humans who tried to claim to be part of the infamous Legion of the Damned in an effort to get free drinks or a discount. This had confirmed it though.

"See you tomorrow night?" The owner said offering a hand to Tara.

She looked at him, and he worried, the far-off look in her eyes seemed to look only for an opportunity to kill. Then it faded and the smiling eyes of Tara returned, though muted. She smiled and shook his hand in the human gesture she had taught him. "Sure thing Boss."

Tara turned and left after grabbing a bottle of incredibly high-proof alcohol, intending on being incredibly drunk for the rest of the night, and leaving the owner to deal with the authorities.