Sam looks around upon entering, noticing everything was rather new. Sam, a Young, cleanly shaven, tall, and rather skinny man. Looking around, He sits down with Voss and the others.
"Well, I did apply to the Legion at one point, but I guess at the time I was a little misguided with rage and hatred. I've calmed down a bit, spent some time around and about. My brother is also in the Liberty Navy Primary Fleet. We share a common last name."
When the waitresses approach, he shakes his head.
"I'm not hungry, but I'll take a Liberty ale if you have it."
He leans back, and looks around in awe
Meallan Dagon sits at the side of Voss and removes the mechanical glove that covers his scarred right forearm.
He then proceeds to grab his data pad and starts typing. The waiter comes and looks at him. Waiting impatiently.
Meallan gets a nudge from Voss and looks at the waiter with a beaming smile.
"'Lo there, beauty? Where have you been all my life? Doesn't matter, you forgot to bring me a Black Hook shot and some fries."
He winked at her and suddenly said to Voss while his eyes got glued again to the data pad.
"Sam Beumont. Brother to Jacob Beumont. Sub-Lieutenant in the Liberty Navy. Shot him once."
Voss glanced sideways, admiring the waitresses' legs as she left the table, then switched his gaze back to Sam, as if looking into his very soul. The man certainly had it in him, but like it or not, he was just more raw muscle. More meat for the grinder.
"Hm. So you want in?" Voss asked after the tense silence, not bothering to wait for a reply.
"I think we can work something out. I'll see if I can't pull some strings with High Command after we're finished here."
Ex Lord Commander-turned Star Captain Atheus walks in, lays down a card for ten grand of credits, and orders drinks on the house for all involved in the fight at Mactan.
"I think we should raise a toast," he starts "we fought against a superior force outnumbered and out-gunned. Yet we stood our ground and allowed none past our mighty shield. We were pushed back to our very doorstep, yes. But did our enemies pursue us through?"
Suspense builds as his climatic speech reaches his conclusion.
"NO THEY BLOODY WELL DID NOT."
Applause breaks out around the room and Atheus takes a seat at a nearby table as the already drunken rejoicers became even more spirited as they downed more ale.
"On a side note, does anyone know where an airlock is?" whispered Atheus to no-one in particular...
Tharog didn't have any idea what Atheus was talking about, but he just served the drinks, hoping that the melon-girl wouldn't get angry at him again.
He sighed at the speech. They are proud because they by luck did not ruin everything. Oh well, he thought, not his business and went to do the washing up behind the bar.
Beumont walks, and sighs. He remembers that not even a month ago, he was in Coronado operating as a lonely Freelancer. Now, he was a Lieutenant in the Hellfire Legion with two medals already. He sighs and walks over to Atheus, and grabs a seat next to him, taking one of the drinks Tharog handed out
Not bad, sir. Although we lost a bit too many ships for my liking in their attack.
He sighs and takes a long swig from his drink, and smacks it down on the table, accidentally spilling some off the side
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