Toledo Lounge

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Lieutenant Zane walked past a higher officer on his way in. Not that there would be many lower officers than him in the bar. Zane sighed at his predicament and walked up to the counter. It had been a long day. They had just been on high alert since a massive nomad force moved through Minor and he had been in the thick of the defending force.

Luckily, both forces didn't meet, but he knew all too well what would have happened if they did. He had seen it too many times before. Too many friends lost.

The bartender served him a drink and he barely took notice of the burn or taste as the liquid traversed down his esophagus. It had been a long day and it would start all over again once the ship had been repaired. Best to grab a drink and some sleep.

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It's not a conspiracy, it's localised bias. They're not intelligent enough to form a conspiracy.