Kadar al-Nizari hops out of his Eagle's cockpit, still in his armor, taking in the lively Seasons Station and a mass of people tending to their duties around the hangar. He needs a drink, fighting GRN and Nomads in the same day can do a number on your sense of well being after all. He heads to the turbolift with Natio Octovarium banners draping on both sides "A nice touch" he says. He takes the turbolift to the main concourse, hoping to find a nice bar that serves Raiders for free - maybe he could get the number of the only girl in the VR while he's at it. Upon arriving at the concourse he was surprised at the size and openness of the station interior, the concourse was lined with stores, a restaurant or two, a guy selling weed in that corner over there - not bad Kane, not bad. The crown jewel of course was the corridor labelled 'Razor's Edge Pub - Raiders Drink for free, triple for lawfuls', al-Nizari entered the bar, took a seat by a hookah and began ordering drinks.
K: Ay! Barkeep!*He waves*Raiders drink for free right?
B: Damn right, tell me what you need and I'll get you set up for the night.
K: I'll have a glass of black rum, that special stuff from Crete or whatever the hell - also someshishfor this hookah, plain tobacco is fine. *He throws a thousand credit chip at the bar, Kadar was always generous to the people that kept him inebriated*
K: *The barkeep serves him his rum and tobacco, he takes a sip and lights up the hookah finally getting some rest*Yeah, yeah - that's the good.*He looks around, not noticing any other VR personnel in the bar for perhaps the first time in history*The hell? Where's all the other Raiders?
K:*He queues up his NeuralNet, selecting his contact 'Harold Kane' and pressing 'Send Message'*Kane get your ass to the Razor's Edge, this place is great and I'm the only Raider christening it with my presence, and make it quick I'll be completely trashed within an hour - bloody Nomads....
