Rochester Inn

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Nobody was entirely certain why there was a Corsair in the bar. Maybe he'd become very lost, maybe he had come in from Bretonia to scope out possible piracy opportunities in Liberty. Possibly he'd just dropped off a load of artifacts on Rochester.
Whatever it was, this Corsair was now finding himself being glowered at by approximately fifty per cent of the bar's population. Said fifty per cent were being carefully watched by the other fifty per cent, who were Junkers, and the Junkers knew that what they didn't want was trouble.
Unfortunately, that was precisely what one drunken Hacker wanted. Disgusted that nobody had so far done something about the Corsair, he picked up a chair and broke it across the man's back.
The Corsair angrily stood up and punched the Hacker across the face.
The ensuing brawl ended up being mostly between the Corsair (a formidable fighter in his own regard), the Rogues and Hackers (who wanted to cause grievous bodily harm to the Corsair) and the Junkers (who wanted to stop the fight before it smashed up their bar). Eventually it just degenerated into an uncontrolled melee.
The fight was stopped by three shots being fired into the air. Everybody froze, some mid-strangle.
A young woman was standing in the doorway, flanked by two huge bodyguards, holding a smoking pistol in the air. It was her that had fired the shots.
"Who started this?" she demanded, and the Junkers in the crowd quickly brought the Hacker and Corsair forward.
"It was him!" the Corsair said. "He hit me!"
"Yeah, well, Corsairs shouldn't be here!"
"Shut up!" She pointed to the Hacker. "Tie him up and throw him in the back of a CSV, then take him to the Huntsville. The LPI can deal with him."
As the Hacker was dragged away kicking and screaming, the Corsair looked at her with relief. "Thankyou, amiga..."
"Him too," the woman said, and the Corsair was promptly dragged off too, cursing in Spanish.
Amy Carmichael, Director of Liberty Operations for the Junkers Congress, sat down at the bar. "I hate troublemakers," she remarked, motioning for a drink.

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