A tall, unshaven man walks into the bar. He is wearing an old suit of Xeno Combat Armor from the early days of the Alliance. He looks around for a moment, then walks to an empty booth in the far corner. He notices the other two Xenos in the opposite corner, but says nothing. He just puts two fingers up to the barkeep, who proceeds to bring two bottles of Liberty Ale over to the man. The man grabs one Ale, and downs it in seconds. He then opens the second Ale, takes a sip, and leans back into the shadow of the corner.
