Aggelos, walked in forwardly from the airlock and into the bar, chased by worried gazes. he then approached a corner of the room by a Comm, a canteen of whiskey snuck out of his brown coat. a stunned room looked at him ominously and with obvious question.
not noticing at first he took a swig, looking at the dead room surprisingly.
"i was invited by LT.CMDR.OLSAV." he said looking up turning uncaring, but cautiously smug.
everyone turned to what they were doing, and Aggelos drinking thought of how many members there were 2 years ago, and how these people, all of which he didn't know, were so unknowing of who was in the room....
under his breathe he stammered into a Comm a stressful plea,
"Olsav, any questions you have please do ask, this is a harsh room."
Those of freedom walk with guns in broad daylight, and as the weak are killed freedom becomes nothing but a dream.
