Toledo Lounge

[Magnabyte]

Magnus can hear the low voices of the other Patrons as he enters the bar. Looking around, he nods respectfully to any who notice him looking, as he heads over to a corner seat, settling down with a sigh. Looking mournful, he gently un clenchs one of his fists, revieling a small tag which simply read "Ghost", the last remnants of his beloved fighter after his last sortie.

Letting his head sink down till it hits the table, he begins mumbling obceenities about the jellies, and certain keeper's.

Finally, be pulls his head up, resting back in his chair, before pulling out a collapsed data tablet, unfolding it ot reviel the results, from the micro lab he set up in his station side quaters, of the dyson sphere and station he had visited resently, mumbling facts and figures under his breath, completely oblivious to the world around him, and any who had noticed his strange proformance.

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