Ouray Inn (iRP)

[shemkel]

Ronnie accepted the bottle with a smile, opened it and tasted the rum. He grined. "That bag, my corsair friend, will make you very popular here"
With a gesture of his hand, he invited her to follow him towards one of the corridors leading out of the dock. "But let's go to some warmer place. Ouray Inn is always open and is a good place to find some glasses in."
As they walked through the station's corridors, used the lifts and crossed over large spaces of workshops and storage rooms, it became clear for Valeria that the Xenos aren't well supplied at all. Old equipment repaired so many times that it was hard to tell it's origin, empty food ration boxes in mostly empty warehouses, incredible ammount of duct tape apparently used to repair about everything here, tired faces looking curiously at this foreign looking newcommer led by one of the leaders... it all suggested that even though Lancehead claimed that they fight for the Libertonian workers and their freedom, what they really fight for is survival.

---

Once a Xeno - Always a Xeno