Chapter 3 Pandora’s Box is an burlesque club located on the 40th floor of the Thompson Center; A 150 story building in the entertainment district of New Vegas city. Next to the House of 7000 Luck’s Pandoras is one of the best places to be in the lower 40, it catered to an assortment of clientele with a variety of entertainment venues; a combination of shows’, restaurants, lounges and bars. Pandoras customers covered the entire range... from the mundane to the exotic.. Aliens, Cyborgs and Droids, Humans and Animen. Sooner or later all of them crossed her doorway. Rumor was that Pandora had hit it big... Really big; Big enough to pay off her Citizenship debt, and had more than enough left over for her to go into business for herself. The General Manager and her boyfriend was Chipman.... The Talk on him was that he and Pandora somehow met when she was offworld and he was in the Colonials... and that once he mustered out, they became a couple and had been together ever since. Noah had almost turned around when he saw Chipman standing outside arguing with and outraged customer, it made his nervous, not much ever got past him. So as Chipman stood outside the front entrance quietly facing an angry customer as he ranted about a waitress and her behavior towards him... He headed to the employee entrance. Chipman listened to the irate soon to be ex-customer, but It really didn’t matter what was being said because he didn’t allow anybody to disrespect his place, or employees... Especially his girls. no matter how prominent or well known a person they were. Kelli the waitress he was ranting about stood to his left looking at the irate customer in disbelief at the story that he was spinning. Movement behind the petulant man caught his attention. The familiar person walked with a little odd girl that set off his internal alarms. As he watched Noah dart to the side entrance the customer became even more vocal feeling as if he was being ignored. Chipman quickly turned his attention back to the the man, because Carole, Pandoras head of security had quietly walked up behind the unknowing man and was leaning up against the wall... smiling. Which was always a bad sign for someone, actually anyone. So he started speaking in calm measured tones, trying to smooth over the situation before it became viral. A quick glance showed him that the strange little girl and Noah had disappeared. Noah was here to meet his sometime girlfriend Moll-iti-situmon... “Molly” for short. She was a technophile. Born and bred in the Khemet Empire, but once she had grown up she decided she wanted to explore “the universe” She had been on Symplicity in New Vegas City for the last 5 years, and how she ended up at Pandoras’ was anybodies guess. He sent her a message through the systems common WiFi-net letting Molli know he was here as he approached the entrance. As he reached the door Standing there was Sal. Sal was a Six foot Eight or Nine inch one hundred and twenty seven kilo Kylorian “No children allowed...” He said pointing his ironwood walking stick at Noahs chest... “Thats for customers Sal, you know that.” Noah replied raising himself his full 5’9” height. “Why would you want to bring a child in here Noah?" Sal Grunted... "Its not what I would exactly call a child friendly place you know.” “This wasn't going to go right...” Noah groaned inwardly. Kylorians were an off-world tribe that was extremely protective of children, anybodies children. They were not a space-faring race initially... and had no tech of their own. They were a tribal people that had been brought into the Union by human explorers stumbling on their planet... From then on they had just been adopted by humans... Where ever you found humans odds are you could find a tribe of Kylorians nearby. At that exact moment Molli opened the door. “Hey Sal,” she interjected “...Come on in Noah...” “But...” Sal started to say as Molli looked up at him, and then with a hugely dissatisfied grumble he stepped aside.