The bar had been going downhill for many months, the Militia movement had taken a backseat in the war against the Kusari oppressors and the large militia had been forgotten and left to rot working the dry jobs on leeds.
Not many knew that there where some that still fought actively each day against the enemies of Bretonia, fighting for the civilians and for the workers on Leeds, fighting for the Police in the stars and for the men and women in the Armed forces.
Some of these still went to the bar called "The Patriot" some of who still holds an interest in keeping people safe on leeds.
Jason Jackson had just gone of his shift in the steelworks down on main street.
"5 Hours, 5 measly hours... This wont be enough to keep my rusty ship together.."
Jackson had been using his Spatial far to much in fights with Corsairs and Kusari alike, as he approached the door of the patriot his eyes turned to a familiar site, on top of the building where the single landing pad was situated he saw a clydesdale with a Musket on it's side.
"Connors?" Jackson thought to himself as he entered the bar.. Greeted by the other workers that just went of their shifts and had come to the patriot for a drink and a game of pool or darts.
He walked up to Charles and asked "Was that Eric's ship I saw on the pad?"
Charles nodded
"He's in the back talking with some people.. Im sure he'l be out when they're done lad."
Jason couldn't believe it, it's been.. A year at least until Jason had seen Eric..
"Alright just pour me a pint then.."
He sat down at the bar and watched the news concerning the situation in Omega 3.
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