Out of the blue into the black. Antonio "Vilkas" Devivar

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...From the logbook of "Gran Espana", 15 Jan 821 A.S., Ellias Fernandes De La Rosa

Entree 82, page 178

... the path from the Gamma was significantly safe no matter the constant danger of another bounty hunter attack. Today is a third day the "Gran Espana" is going on full throttle under my command.

Artifacts in our cargo hold are already being awaited by the Hogosha amigos I'v been talking before so nothing must go south this time, arrr to the hell it goes! I hate when it's just nothing interesting but moving the boxes here and there type of business - just like a regular House soft mierde bretonian with his shaking hands and fat face.

However this run must be an easy cake. We've approached the Hawaii and the crew began to unload the boxes around the docking bay 5. Nice then, time for me to finish out this log stuff and leave for a bar to dump my ennui into something like a glass of Ale.

The end, we're going to depart as soon as our cargo holds are empty and cash pockets are heavy.

/signed Cap'n Ellias Fernandes De La Rosa

He stood up from the computer panel and went towards the airlock that was now leading to the huge hangar bay of the Hawaii. His transport was the only ship in that docking bay for it was too big and the Hawaii owners didn't wanted someone's eyes to notice the business that was going here right now. So the Orbital's own security was "off duty" for this day. Because their pockets are getting an exciting weight as well.

Ellias went through few corridors that were connecting hangars and few lift shafts leading to the upper levels, took on of those and stood up into the passenger area. His favorite bar wasn't far from here and he decided not to let it wait for too long.

That wasn't a very popular place for the tourist folk, more likely they were avoiding it for a reason. With iron door sliding to the side he was stoke with a smell of a regular port bar on any other station with little to no lawful control. The smell of hangouts, alcohol brews of very various sorts, old vomit, cigarette smoke and dirty bodies. This unbelievable contrast of smells was coming from the few dozens of people sitting and standing around the hall, smoking, talking, fighting, usual stuff, your call.

He was already going to make his way right into to the barmen to order a nice load of whiskey shots to start up the right night when he felt that someone from the corner is watching his face. He didn't liked that eyeballing and decided that once his stomach is receiving it's alcoholic fix he's punching some ugly face for sure today.