Backwater Blues

[Reeves]

Coming to this station was always hit or miss, either it brought back memories which stung or the whole point of coming here was spoiled on account of surprise guests who had several other viable and perhaps more effective alternatives. The few warships hiding in the greasy cracks of Kepler's murky embrace came across as hollow tokens. If they crossed the red line that was the border, then most would not return to their home ports for one reason or another.

Walking into the bar caused mixed reactions, some of the residents grew visibly tense, a few sneered and an even smaller few seemed to regard the new entry with respect. Despite the tension, it didn't seem like he was here to cause any trouble and just felt the need to stretch his legs and enjoy some downtime while in the system. Evidently that wasn't going to be the case, at least not quite, owed to all the impromptu visitors. "Seat taken?" Clearly he had the same idea as the sleep deprived and honestly quite ghoulish looking individual occupying this booth in the far corner.

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