Ouray Inn (iRP)

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Looking at the heavy bag Valeria carried, Lancehead gently but resolutely took the bag from her. "Lemme help you with this sack" he said with a slight smile on his face. But the smile dissapeared quickly as they walked through the base. Mechanicaly tapping the airlock terminal buttons, chosing his path between the Ouray crew pursuing their business around the station, Ronnie seemed to be sunk in his thoughts.
"Sometimes I ask myself if it even makes any sense" Ronnie said when they were walking thorough last of the corridors leading to Ouray Inn and no one was around. "The corporations rule the Liberty. We know it's wrong but half of the people we try to help are actually happy to be slaves. I tell myself that's because they were born as slaves, raised as slaves and they have no idea what the freedom is... But maybe I am wrong...?" He smiled sadly and continued: "The youngsters have their ideals, the flame of youth... but we, veterans...? When you fight every day for someone who in fact hates you, when you get back to the base to eat staring at the wall against you, to see all these young Libertonians around that you don't want to get attached to knowing they'll most likely die soon... yeah, you start to have doubts." He paused for a second and the moment of his honesty ended as he said "We're here. Miss Benitez, I present you the Ouray Inn." He opened the airlock and they entered one of typical prefab-made bars so common throughout the whole Sirius. A few pilots turned their heads towards them to see who entered the bar but after a short moment, everyone got back to their drinks. "Let's get to the backroom" Lancehead said. "It's a bit more quiet in there"

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