John Raven enters the bar, orders a beer and a shot. When the whiskey arrives he downs it in a single gulp. "Damn that paperwork sucks!" he thinks to himself. With Dane and Genine off to Gran Canaria, he got stuck in charge. "Being XO of the security staff is hard enough." With a sip of his beer his eyes scan the room and he sees the guy known as the Hangman. Shoving away from the bar, he walks over and takes a seat at the table.
"Hey man," he said to the Hangman, "Next round is on me. Thanks for all the help out there. We're doing good on supplies and people, but would sure wish we had more defenses up. I mean, we have those mercs and the 2500 battle droids the RM provided after the shelling, but sometimes I feel like it's Dien Bien Phu and we're the foreign legion."
