The Cave | Niverton Base Bar & Lounge

[Crazy Lou]

Niverton Base - Pennsylvania System
December - 822 A.S.

Exiting the elevator in the lower level of Niverton, Lou walked the corridor until he arrived at The Cave, the bar that he recently inaugurated. The room, carved in the rock of the asteroid base, was empty, except for Moe, the bartender. Lou did not care. His main purpose was not to make money selling Liberty Ale to drunk rogues.

"Moe, bring me a whiskey, will'ya?!" - he said to his only employee.

Lou went to his prefered table, at the corner, where he could see the whole hall. Moe soon returned with the molly beverage.

"How's it goin', boss? Are the mechs done with you ship yet?"

"Well, not yet. They will have to replace the engine, after all. It took too many hits in my last run..."

Moe grunted in disapproval, and left. Lou took a sip of his whiskey, and lighted a spliff up. The waiting was the worst part. He had a few hundred workers ready to go to Malta, and with each day of delay his costs were going up as well. He needed reserve ships, for an occasion like that. Perhaps hire an extra pilot, or an escort... He kept smoking and drinking in silence, contemplating his options.