Meteora Bar, Planet Malta

[Adain]

Adain's stare was intent on boaring a hole in Castillo's skull. "Bring me Cardi-Cola and I'll get that mechanic to take your Sabre apart, piece by piece." He suddenly cracked a smile, and patted Maximus on the back. "Ha! You drink your crap, I'll stick with the coffee. And dont take my Grav-Pad again, or you might find my combat boot in your-" Hernan cut in before things got vulgar.

"Ey-hey! Here's your coffee, and Senor Castillo's drink. Be merry ustedes!"

The black clad stranger stood up, and stalked past the trio, towards the door. Silence gave away the inquiring stares that lit up his back. He called the Grav-Lift and stepped on, turning his hooded head slightly in their direction and uttering, "Muerte a tu Nacion, ustedes."

Adain started for the door, but it closed rapidly. Upon reaching the comm panel, electricity flickered and the primary, plus backups, blew. A dull golden light, from the sunset, was enough light for each to see the others' confused look.

"Who was he?"

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