Sunbucks Cafe

[t0l]

Damn, I could really use some Sunbucks right about now. thought Tal Ravis, who flew past Rochester Base in his trusty Roc bomber, nearly identical to the one he flew in service with the LPI over a year ago. Trapped out in the Tau systems with the Colonial Republic and later the Junker Marauders, he saw little interaction with his former co-workers and more importantly, Sunbucks brand coffee. Having gone through a harrowing period of withdrawal symptoms, which included stomach cramps, tendency to take extremely long showers to "wash the pain away" followed by the act of curling up on a bed and crying for an hour or two, and going on a violent streak every now and again, in combination with being dismissed from the hospital in Cambridge made coming into contact with the glorious substance once more seemed almost like a really pungent and tasty dream.

The Roc bomber aligned itself with the trade lane, accelerating rapidly towards Baltimore Shipyard and Fort Bush. An extremely large ship, presumably for war, greeted his eyes as he departed from the trade lane. Not knowing much better, he dismissed it for some fancy-shmancy Navy Security whatever experiment and docked onboard Fort Bush.

The police station seemed to be bustling with people, officers and the occasional merchant filled the hallways. It felt almost like it did a year ago, when he had his first cup of Sunbucks coffee here, chatting away with a fellow officer, a Carina something or another.

As he made his way down to Sunbucks, the hallways seemed to get emptier and emptier, almost as if people were avoiding the Sunbucks cafe here, for some odd reason. No matter, I came here to get coffee and coffee I will get. While en-route, he skimmed over the plans to get free coffee in his mind.

Should I use the forged LPI ID that I have with me? Or do they give out free coffee to former LPI officers as well? I can't recall, but, just to be safe...

He reached the entrance, forged LPI ID in hand, but the cafe seemed to be dead silent. He stood in the doorway, confused, staring at the only three men in the room, one of which was in uniform. Something happened in the span of one year, he thought, and it was serious.

Very serious.

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