Erik walked into the bar. He was wearing his old grey Coalition Flight Suit, but the insignias and rank had been removed, all that was left was the last name on the Tag. He walked over to the bartender and ordered a Bottle of Vodka and two shotglasses. He was expecting company after all. He wandered over to an empty booth on the side of the bar and sat down, running his hand through his hair with a sigh. Her last transmission was clear.. What had he gotten himself into. Yea, he got himself a safe haven, but was this really what he needed? He shrugged dismissively and began to look through his Datapad.