The crimson cup (Shinkaku Station, Exiles and friends)

[Char Aznable]

//Suggested music, first two minutes (always open for better propositions)

Shinkaku is never quiet. It is always filled with miners, with businessmen. The crumped corridors are full, and even the large installation that is Shinkaku only has room for two areas that could be called a "bar". One, the "MTaSB", which is not really creatively named, is the one where most deals are struck. But that's not where you went.
You went to section R-12. With Shinkaku being a quite big station, there come many... Unused areas, hallways without any supervision or forgotten storage areas that should have been removed or repurposed years ago, but for some not perfectly obvious reason still are powered and operational. The way down here was full of dust, and weren't it for the strict hygiene on Kusari stations, you are sure that there would have been cobwebs everywhere. No one goes here. At least not without a reason.
The room is actually kind of big and empty, given the fact that it is a bar and should therefore be crowded as hell, but no, actually only three of the benches are used and the barkeeper is talking with another guest, cleaning the bar and generally seems not that stressed.
As you set foot in the room, the few voices stop. Everyone looks to you, mustering you from head to toe. Two men, wearing old KNF uniforms with Obi-Belts, carrying their swords openly (You are sure that they don't do so out of this room, but here, they look quite menacing.) seem to evaluate if you are a threat, and then move on to stare at the entrance.
You notice that almost everyone here wears the insignia of a Samurai of the old imperial Navy. There is nothing stopping people from visiting here if they have no business with them, but it generally seems like they don't accept Gaijin here - although it is more a general atmosphere than an outspoken fact.
You step to the bar, taking a look around. It is ghostlike, with everyone looking at you, but as you turn to the barkeeper to order a drink, the conversations slowly begin to start again.

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