Toledo Lounge

[n00bl3t]

Lyle entered the bar for pretty much the first time since he joined the Order. He could see several people scattered around the bar. Most of whom were quiet abit higher rank then he.

He sat down at the bar (//or whatever the place that bartenders serve drinks at).

"Can I get you anything?" The bartender asked.

"Liberty ale," Lyle replied.

He glanced at his side and saw a man with a Lt. rank pins with a slightly depressed expression.

"Been a long day?" Lyle asked the man next to him. "Oh, by the way, I'm Ensign Lyle Marshall, joined the Order alongside the other new recruits not long ago."

"Too long." Zane replied laconically before fully processing what Marshall had said.

"Ensign?" He thought to himself.

"Someone with no pins at all?" He questioned himself in his mind. This was his kind of man.

"Lieutenant Alexander Zane, Lyle. Glad to meet you. Been in the thick of it yet?" The question was a common one and he wanted to know whether the ensign had seen any action or was still training on Toledo or Isis in simulations. Zane also saw Commodore Sophia Anderson walk into the bar in the corner of his eye.

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