Wesley Richter

[Zapp]

About an hour later Wesley managed to tear himself away from the Wrath, and decided to go to the bar to try and drink his problems away. Instead, what he found was a crowd that ostracized him for what he was wearing a Rheinland Military uniform. A drink was placed in front of him, though, and that was all he needed. For a while he sat there in silent contemplation, a second, third, fourth, and fifth drink placed in front of them. He only sipped, but over time that amounted to entire mugs. Pirates and scum came and went, and he began to look like he was taking root.

Eventually a man in what Wesley took to be some sort of pirate uniform sat down at the bar next to Wesley and ordered whatever was on tap. He turned to Wesley as if he was going to start up a conversation, and he did. He started out hesitantly, obviously put off by the uniform.

Hello, my good man you appear to be of Stuttgart origin, correct?

Wesley made a noncommittal grunt that he took for affirmation of his deduction. Emboldened, he plowed on.

I represent the LWB, and you l think you look like you might be reaching a turning point in your life, correct?

Wesley picked up on the sales pitch, and decided to snub him, when a little something in the back of his mind told him to reserve judgment for a little longer.

About an hour later, Wesley boards his Wrath, new LWB identifications reserved for him on the LWB base, which he was about to be guided to.