A tall, rugged man walks into the bar and stands tall as he surveys the scene. He notices a sign that states "Happy Hour is Every Hour".
"I'm gonna like this place." he says to himself.
The man spots a vacant bar stool with lots of elbow room and heads for it. He notices the live entertainment on stage and the large screens behind the bartender and decides to sit down facing the sports on the screen. The man reads the menu and quickly makes a decision.
"Hello, barkeep. I'll have a New York steak, well done, and two Liberty Hard Whiskies."
The man sits back and notices a character in a dark coat and hood, sipping on a soda.
To the bartender, the man says "I wonder what his deal is. Dressed all mysterious but he seems so care-free."
While waiting for the barkeep to respond the man thinks about how good this steak will taste after his near-death experience. Just minutes ago he had barely escaped a couple of Xenos pilots in sector C3, not far from Planet Manhattan. He was finishing up a mission he'd agreed to back in the Pennsylvania system and then these last two, tough Xenos fighters swooped in on his flank. He had called for assistance from nearby pilots but nobody came to his aid. It was almost impossible to crack their armor and send the escape pods scattering... but he had pulled it off! And now, to celebrate.
He thought to himself, "I wonder if anyone else in this joint is in the mood to party? I might as well have a good time now before heading out again, it could be my last flight!"
Kilo Alpha
Freelance fighter pilot
Currently looking for security-related work or a [mostly] neutral faction to join.
