As the last drop of the beer gazed and finally launched into the big mans throat, relieving and warming his tired senses, Andreas turned to the bartender, and knocked on the table. "Another beer.", he calmly says.
He glanced over to Jurgen and Rainhold, both engaged in a seemingly not really heated conversation. Both seemed quite distracted by the waitress .. presented attributes. I bet she is used to staring.
While being sort of lost in that quick thought, he noticed that Udo is still sitting at the table, apparently busy with his own drink or wondering when Andreas would finally continue the conversation.
"Hey, Udo, do you have an idea why we don't use the ships we build anyway for our own security? I mean, I have some experience with the Wraith from my times, and I think using them would become more handy than an Eagle. We should totally ask our superiors about that, shouldn't we?"
His thoughts drifted back to the past. Ja, those were rough times. He still remembers the look on the melting and burning face of the red hessian, the antimatter torpedo eating through his ship faster than he could ever realize. He probably didn't even feel pain. "Join the military they said, it will be fun they said."
That slipped him. Must've sound random. Doesn't matter now anyway. He doesn't look up, so he can't read Udos face to see. Only looks into his own reflection at the surface of the attractive beer.
Seconds later, he put the glass back down, with a little more than the half of his beer vanished into his throat.
