Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Wayfarer]

Manuel Dominguez stepped through the doors of the bar slightly ducking his head to avoid hitting it on the door frame, his space suit was torn and burnt in several places places revealing his honed physique along with a couple of battlescars, he organized his long jet black hair into a crude pony tail and approached the bar whilst taking in the scene around him.
"Give me a bottle of tequila and a drink on the slate for the brave pilots of The Brotherhood senor" asked Manuel, whilst the barman was fetching the bottle and readying the glasses for the anticipated assault on the bar after the proclomation of free drinks.

Manuel turned to face the bars patrons and opened his mouth "Hola pilots of the Brotherhood, I passed the Maldava trials long ago and have before now been making my scratch by running down Bretonian transports in Cambridge. This pays the way but the satisfaction is not so high, I would like a shot at joining your order and bringing my skills to the aid of Crete and the rest of our glorious nation."

The bar went silent so Manuel retired to a booth to await a response.