The "Ambrosia" - Colonial Bar on Sabah Shipyard

[Mímir]

Lt. Willem Botha walked into the bar, looking nervously around. He was still wearing his flight suit and his palms where sweaty. He looked uneasy, stressed. He hadn't been in active service for a while, not since he lost consciousness on a patrol in the Taus more than 6 months ago and his wingmen had to recover his ship and get him back to New Hope East safely. He suffered from Cardamine withdrawal symptoms, but it had gotten better as his body was growing accustomed to Stabiline.

He ordered a drink, just a glass of cold water, and sat down at the bar. He knew he didn't have much time before he had to leave. He took another quick glance around and saw a few fresh and a few familiar faces. It looked like the Colonial Military was as strong as ever. Quickly finishing the rest of the water in one big gulp, he picked up his helmet with the word 'Serpent' edged into it and made his way to the docking bay.

It was time to head for the Taus and join the rest of the 49th wing.

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