I want you all to bow your heads for a moment of silence. A fellow Xeno, who for the most part, has been unknown to us. Has bequeathed to us a sizeable amount of credits upon his passing. Who knew a xeno could amass such a sizeable fortune. He must have been scrimping for years, not getting duct tape when he needed it. Or spending whatever he had in the bar. Instead, he put every credit he could spare away.
His name was Scott Shelton. While he was one of the independents, I want his name to be remembered with honor. I do not want him to be forgotten. So, whenever you are in the bar, I want you to raise a glass of "Mother's Finest" , to thank our benefactor. This gift will go along way in purchasing supplies and food for the soup kitchens on Pittsburgh and Houston.