Koace Didro walked through the automatic door, then stood waiting at the entrance for it to close.
These bars, normally all the same, dark places. This ones different, i see people from all over sirius speaking...well at least sitting in peace.
As he walks through the bar he hears the silence that his uniform brings. The LSF outfit did make it hard to enjoy himself on his rare leave periods. Muffled whispers were passing round the bar as he sat down. The rumours about what the Liberty Security Force were actually doing past their open support of the Southern Alliance were numerous, everything from experimentation to assassination.
Mr Andrews, i have heard highly of your home brewed liberty ale, if you will please....
He waits as the barkeeper pours him his pint from the tap on the bar. Looking at the dark liquid in the glass, he listens into the conversations going round. With so many types gathered, his instinct and proffesional tendancies kick in naturally.
