Libertonian Servicemember's Bar & Grill

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The grizzeled looking commander slowly turns around to see who spoke,the soft metallic clink of the cybernetic arm releasing the whiskey glass onto the bar.He looks the young Lt over quickly,first with the steely-eyed normal eye,then with the cybernetic left eye."Hmph...standard issue side-arm.He's young,maybe he'll learn fast and not wind up another statistic." the commander thinks to himself.

Yes,I've seen many such young pilots,all trying to make a name for them selves.Few rarely make it.

He motions to the bartender,whispers something to him,picks up his drink and proceeds to the Lt's table.

The waitress approaches the table just as the commander gets there.She sets a soda and a glass of whiskey on the table as the commander flipps a 100 credit chip onto her tray" keep the rest darlin ". He then pulls up a chair and says to the new LT "So,hows the new task force comming along? Here,let me buy you another round."

The young LT notices the shoulder patch on the commanders jacket.I takes him a moment to understand the symbols on it.Then it hits him.Z21 Defence Force,Guardian of Liberty.

The Lt remembers hearing stories about them,the rumors of huge battles against the Order invasions,and the Nomads........Nomads..he shudders at the thought.

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