The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub

[Reverend Del]

"Giving me lip boy?" Sylpheed swung a fist into Kale's stomach. "I don't like lip. You think I don't know everything that goes on in this place? You think that I don't know every bolt and plate on this station?" Sylpheed swung another punch, although Kale was smart enough to doge he still connected a glancing blow which sent Kale sprawling into another table.

"I know it was partked and I know how long for. Nobody disobeys me on this or any other Rogue station, you hear me, boy? I see or hear of that ship docked on this base, or Buffalo, ever again and you'll be delivered back aboard it in a pine box, clear?"

"Now get up off the floor. Barman two whiskey's and you'd better make it the good stuff." Sylpheed watched Kale get up onto his feet. Walking over to the bar he picked up the two drinks and headed back to the table.

"Drink. Don't take me for a fool boy. Not now, not ever. You've been given one more chance than most folks get, so I suggest you make good with it.

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Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.