Somerx walked into the bar, fresh off the pads as his transport was moved into storage, his bridge crew right behind him. They spread out to two tables on the right side of the room as he moved up to the bar itself. His faded but crisp suit and the overcoat of leather and satin marked him as a successful trader if nothing else. The system patches down either arm and the back of the overcoat marked him as traveled as well. Everything from the Omegas to Kusari to Bretonia, where, based on his accent as he joked with his crew on the way in, was his place of birth, or at least raising.
Walking up to the bar, he took at look at the menu, looked back at his crew and grinned.
"Two Liberty Monster Burgers, Three New York Steaks, a Kusari Sushi and one Bretonian Lobster, please. Oh, and Bretonian Scotch all around." He leaned back momentarily, sweeping his eyes slowly over the gathered patrons in the bar. He tensed slightly as he remembered the 106th officer he passed on the way in, but shrugged mentally, already dismissing her as a possible liability. He spotted the other Naval officer and tensed again, this time much sharper, as he recognized the marks of a captain of the Liberty Navy. He relaxed himself, forcing his body into a posture that revealed nothing, dropped the money on the counter and walked over to his crew.
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