He had walked to one of the shipping ports to make payment for the pad and what not that he used on a near daily basis. He began to review the invoice with the owner of the property. A platinum bar he won from the auction would easily pay for it. He pulled the single bar from his pocket and placed it before merchant.

The merchant began to chuckled at the bar, then pushed it back towards the dark form. A brow arched, looking back at the platinum bar and pushed it forward, saying it should pay the quarterly rate and then some. The merchant pushed it back, now more serious. He was not amused at being mocked. The bar was picked up and examined by Travanix. It was a moment later, he arched a brow then looked at the merchant.

It was lead. A complex illusion placed over it.

Over him.

He chuckled darkly, before he reached over the desk, grasping the merchent by the throat, and stuffing the lead bar down his throat. The gagging noises were entertaining. The man was struggling to breath, his eyes buldging a bit, and face beginning to turn blue as the dark form stood up and began walking out of the office. His arms folded behind him.

There were other ports that could be purchased, perhaps that was the next course of action.