Niverton Base - Pennsylvania System
December - 822 A.S.
Ted entered the bar, glancing a moment towards the only other patron before walking up-to the bartender, he was twitching a little, and was scratching at his arm. They had a small conversation between them before Moe nodded towards the man in the back of the bar. Ted walked up to him, still twitching slightly.
"Hey man, I'm told your the guy to talk to for a fix, I'm in a Jam a the moment my ship isn't flight ready and my stash got jacked."