The weary crew of the Monbetsu stumbled into the Bar & Lounge. The four men appeared dishevelled and even injured. The leader of the group, Satoru Nomura, talked to the bartender.
"Please, get us all some refreshments. It's been a long day for us. Two Liberty Ales, a Sidewinder Fang and some water thanks."
"What happened to you guys? Does that guy have a broken arm?"
"Our ship was disabled in Omega-3 by a strange Rheinland vessel. It quickly took down our shields and broke off most of our cargo pods. We managed to drift to Bretonian space, and decided against return trips to that sector.
"That was no Rheinland ship boss. It was the Wilde, I tell you. Nomads!", chirped the crew member with a broken arm.
"Yes yes, hush. In Cambridge we filled what cargo pods remained with Beryllium alloys and came here, to Liberty."
The Train Technician held his Sidewinder Fang close to his chest. He was shaking, obviously from the traumatic encounter with the Wilde. He gripped the glass too hard and it shattered - drink spilling all over their table.
The bartender let off a small sigh and grabbed a cloth. "Let me clean that up. Don't worry, you're safe here in Liberty."
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