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[AnyOlJoe]

The three senior pilots saunter through the doors to the plaza, pleased with themselves on a job well done. The convoy of eight heavy transports were challenging to coordinate, but careful planning ensured they all arrived with their cargo together, like a meticulously rehearsed dance. As the pilots first take in the view of the plaza, they are momentarily taken aback.

» Essie - Guys, I’m not sure if we are properly dressed for this place. *She looks furtively at the trios worn flight suits*
» Ryan - Relax will ya? *He shrugs dismissively*
» Owen *Nods at Ryan in agreement* - I’m sure it will be fine. After all, the dock master was thrilled to receive the entire contract at once. We deserve a little break.
» Essie - Are we sure the new pilots can handle themselves without one of us looking after them? *She glances back toward the elevator to the docks*
» Ryan *He turns to face Essie and places a gentle hand on her shoulder* - You worry to much. All ships are docked and powered down. They only have to unload the material and sit tight. Let’s have a drink and look around.

The trio moves away from the entrance and deeper into the plaza. They are openly astonished at the opulence of the place. The interior is constructed of the finest quality material, high end monitors display advertisements for the latest technological innovations, and the tempered glass of every tabletop surface are polished to a bright reflective sheen. The lighting from the fountain is cast all about, covering the area in a dazzling glow.

» Owen *Whistles loudly in wonder.* - Boy, they sure spared no expense on this place eh?
» Ryan - Doesn’t look like it. Jeez… it’s fancier than HQ.
» Essie *Points at various people moving around* - Everyone here is certainly dressed to impress. We’re still in our flight suits guys. Should we..?
» Ryan & Owen - No
» Owen *Exasperated* - You don’t have to always be about business you know.
» Ryan - Yeah calm down. C’mon. Let’s go to the bar and check it out. A drink will make you feel better.

As they enter the bar and restaurant, a splendidly dressed waitress quickly approaches and greets them warmly.

» Waitress *Beaming* - Hello my friends! You’re part of the Universal convoy that just arrived right? Table for three? Or would you prefer seating at the bar?
» Ryan - We’d like a seat at the bar please.
» Essie *She fidgets nervously* - I’m not sure. We’re representing the company and we... *She looks around, then down*
» Owen - We’re transport pilots Essie, It’s no shame that we look like it. Leave the politicking to corporate will ya?
» Essie - I’m just not sure…
» Ryan - Oh all right! *He turns to the waitress* - We’ll take a table miss. Preferably one in a dark corner it seems.

The waitress leads them through the seating area. As they pass the bar, Ryan and Owen stare at it in longing wonder. Every square inch of the bar is colorfully lit and clean as a whistle. Behind the counter, the bartender deftly pours drinks, the tumblers twirling around in his hands as he moves here and there, his every movement seemingly choreographed to perfection. The bottles of beverages on display are arrayed in rainbow hues, the light glinting off them like constellations in motion. They arrive at a small table in the corner of the room, where they sit down, the waitress hustling away to the next customers.

» Owen *Perusing through the menu* - Dude! They’ve got Sidewinder Fang!
» Ryan *Leans over Owens shoulder* - Exotic specialties…Reactor Core Rum? Plasma Charge Pina Colada?
*Both men are grinning widely*
» Owen -Tachyon Tacos? Neutronic Noodles?
» Ryan - Meltdown Macaroni? Calamity Cordon Bleu?
*Ryan & Owen chuckle and guffaw heartily, clearly delighted*
» Essie - Guys... I'm sorry. Nevermind.
» Ryan *Sighs dejectedly* - One drink. That's all I ask. I promise we'll go back to the ships after.
» Owen - Just humor us a bit. When you've been cruisin' the lanes as long as we have, you'll want a drink every now and then yourself.
» Ryan - Trust us. You shouldn't worry overmuch about your performance. Hell, you're responsible for completing 65% of this quarters contracts.
» Owen -You'll be the boss of us before long. Don't burn yourself out is all we're saying.

The trio remains at the table for the next hour, where Essie is convinced to partake of a second drink. The eventually saunter away much like they entered, eager for the next lucrative opportunity.