Patriotic strolled into the bar, her hair was tied up in a pony tail. Personally she thought the look didn't suit her, but considering she had spent the last 3 hours repairing her Falchion, the look of her now wasn't important.
Ever since she joined the reavers she noticed how she spent more and more time in the hanagr. Tweaking her ship, and replacing components.
Though the Freeport had it's own engineers, Patriotic had always repaired her own ship, even during her time in the LSF, the thought of someone else, less skilled, touching her babies made her shiver.
Before ordering a drink, Patriotic sat on a stool near the end of the bar, closest to the exit. That was when she realised her bandage was covered in oil, and grease. Preforming repairs with one hand was a burden, but considering that she was able to claim bounties still, nothing was going to stop her.
"Everything okay?" the barman said as he yanked the bottle cap from the bottle.
Patriotic looked up at him, smiled faintly, then looked down beginning to unwrap her bandage.
The barman took the hint, and left Patriotic alone.
"Patriotic" she said to herself, before taking a sip from her bottle.
Though at first she didn't approve of the name, it was now her identity, an identity which she had grown too. It was suiting for her, while having a certain ring of mystery. She wondered if the LSF, or Navy had found her true identity yet. Leaving her bandage loose, she pulled out a datapad from her overalls. Her true name was still registered to claim bounties for Liberty's government.
Guess not.
After taking another gulp from her bottle, she put the datapad away.
As she leaned onto her right palm, she looked at the loose bandage, as if she was expecting it to suddenly turn into a cat.
She knew what was under it, yet she didn't want to reveal it to herself again.
