"Kalashnikov's", Zvezdny Gorodok

[Turkish]

Gabriel stood staring into Kalashnikov's, well over the station's mandatory limit on occupants. He was confused about what was going on, after a moment he walked in and picked up the nearest drunkard.

"Oi Comrade, whats with the festivities?"

The well sauced man responded with words only decipherable to a pirate of the Coalition. They equated to something along the lines of "new pilots, must get drunk".

Gabriel stood thinking for a moment, new pilots? Who the hell could that be? Then it dawned on him, they were toasting him! Of course they would be toasting the other new Red Squadron recruit, Arent? Arson? Erol? That was it, Erol Stirrup.

This was a party alright, but it was the usual run of the mill get yourself so drunk that if the Alliance reforms we'll have no chance party. Gabriel wanted to make it a real party, just like the ones back home in the club districts of Manhattan, and he knew just how.

It only took him moments to locate the artificial lighting circuit from the nearby console and isolate it, once that was done all he did was flip the switch and shuffle his way in towards the jukebox. Once he'd reached the end of the room he drew his pistol and began to fire at the Jukebox indiscriminately.

One his clip was empty he pushed away the broken glass that was obstructing the external media reader and reached into his shirt, revealing a high compression data card.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the Coalition! Tonight you are going to party like you have never imagined! Yeeeehaw!"

Gabriel thrust the card into the jukebox and began singing along to the song that began to play.

"YO! SAY natsu ga mune o shigeki suru....."

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