The Duane Lee Chapman Memorial Bar and Grill, Sheffield Station; "Sniffer" Martinez, proprietor

[NerdRage]

Odol Krabbelarr sits in corner table littered with empty bottles of very cheap 'Synth alcoholic beverage' , he takes a shot and passes it to a small, oozing alen organism on the table, the alien thing picks up the bottle with one of its transpetant tentacles and drains the last of the rancid liquid, you see the blue liquid flow through the aliens body.
"No more" says Odol as he slumps back into his seat. a rough looking BHG pilot walks up to Odol and picks up the organism
"see? No one can out-drink this thing, that will be 100 credits mate."
Odol grumbles and pulls out a detailed transparent-plastic card out of his pocket and hands it over.
"this little thing's made me over 2500 bucks!" says the BHG as the small creature oozes some blue liquid on his standard-issue BHG pilot-coat
"little bastard!" he says as he tries to soak up the liquid with a napkin and walks out of the bar
"how the heck did a Daumann guy get here?" says a young man to the bartender, he realises he said that a bit too loud
"we'll get someone to kick him out soon, but he's good business, he's bought $250 worth of that Synth rot-gut in one hour"
"who let him land here anyway?"
"dunno" says the barman
"he's that big train over there, with the red and gray cargo pods?"
"yes, i see it" says the young man as several burly guards step in and walk towards Odol
Odol leans back and passes out...

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