When true hearts lie withered

[Sciamach]

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Avalon Dawn | Habitat Quarter | Booth #11
| 823 AS |

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An hour passed in it's entirety as Felix waited. Surrounded by the clanking of glasses, and the faint murmur of the surrounding patrons filled the room. As the time passed, an assortment of ships passed the window outside: one a transport, another a Cruiser escorted on both sides by a handful of fighters, with even a Battleship drifting into view, partially eclipsing the horizon of Malta in the distance that bathed the light of the star all along the hull.

Suddenly a voice overcame the ambiance of the bar-



"You'd be surprised how many new arrivals find their way here, even more the case for our business contacts. I take it you're Felix?"

The man extended an arm, offering a handshake.


"Inquisitor Callahan. Espinosa's 'assistant' in a manner of speaking."

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[ sci·am·ach ]
/sīˈamək/

A simple, angry man casually working his way through life on a personal quest to acquire copious amounts of street cred.