Mathew Anobi sighed as he walked into the Bar/Lounge, he was wearing his Navy Uniform, his Lt.Commander pips still on his collar, he ran a hand through his short blonde hair and his brown eyes tiredly scanned the area, he was moderatly heighted at 5.11 ft and had a moderate build, the type one would expect from one who has been in the Navy, muscular yet lean enough to fit into a fighter without a problem.
He had just come from his ship, the LNS Luna after a days patrol, he was tired and needed to relax, otherwise he would go 'nuts' as his dead father would say it, he walked up to the bar, not paying the man drinking Britonian scotch any mind and nodded to the Bartender, his voice soft yet audible, exhaustion clear in his voice.
"Liberty Ale please" he spoke softly as he slid a credit chip towards the Bartender, as he was served he forced himself to relax and took a drink of his ale, he sighed as he remembered a previous operation he had flown not long ago in his fighter, taking out some renagade navy pilots, but after that their commander told him and the other pilots that they couldn't make a report about it, wanting to keep it 'hush hush'...sighing and letting out a Rheinlander curse of 'schiess' he downed the rest of his ale...
