Nikasha Jinko goes to a table in the corner, with a lot of folders. He drops them on to the table and walks to the Barmen. Ignoring everyone around him other than the barman.
"Ahh, the best Finest wine please"
"I kept this from the last shipment from Kusari for you Jinko. May I saw it tastes very strong."
"I know this, it will be great, thank you. Heres a tip"
"Always happy to help you Jinko."
"I think I got a long day ahead of me with all these manuals, and new ships to be made ready soon." Nikasha think's to himself as he hums a song from his childhood. "This is rather a nice new position. Worth it to."
Unlike the previous times, the bar looks pretty crowded, yet everyone seems to be busy with their own affairs. The previous days were full of strange, unexplainable or unpleasant events, so Norman decides to use his day off to think it all over. As usually, he takes his favourite place near the window and looks around, watching the others. Jinko and Anderson seem to be busy with paperwork, Robinson was preparing a presentation ("Avenger", - Norman thought - "Not the best ship, if you ask me... Or at least not the easiest ship to fly. I wonder how Leroy and Robinson make a good use of them..."), and only Radclyffe seemed to be relatively free. "So, my position has some advantages, after all" - he thought, while sipping Liberty Ale. - "No politics, not so much paperwork, but a good salary and some 'adventures' ". (if you could call constant risk an adventure)
There was another person, who got Norman's attention. It was Tharog, of course. Although he was free from duties, nobody could say that he was free (not with all that heavy guard). "Poor Tharog, I warned him about possible consequences". He sighed and started recalling the recent days' assignments.
So, a new person came, but nothing changed. Each visitor of the bar was obsessed with personal thoughts.
Norman was too obsessed with his thoughts, so it took him some time to make a decision when he noticed Radclyffe's gesture. He stood up, took the bottle of Ale and came.
"Hi, Norm. How's life treating you?" - he asked once he put the bottle on the table.
Tharog is getting wary of the attention. He smiles. He wears a turquoise uniform, typical for him, it features a few medals and badges, but doesn't have the shoulder pads to indicate his rank, his special black belt with a bucket featuring a skull with a 4-pointed star on the background is missing his side-arm and there is no sign that any weapon was still left on him. Yet he feels rather comfortable and is getting somewhat less angry. He doesn't like being angry, he is a peaceful person, perhaps a bit too much seeing as it caused so much trouble.
"I'm feeling special" he mutters and than he gets back to his drink.
Julia sits down, allowing Emily to read the last sentence on the page. Emily starts to shift the papers to make room for Julia to sit down, she seems slightly uncomfortable about talking to Julia. Emily looks up after clearing the uneeded paper.