Ranius strolled into the bar, His head high and a simple grin on his face, he liked liberty space, for a bretonian he got on well with eth liberty nationals. His junk of a ship the Blueblade was docked and beeing repaired at a heavy price and he thought nothing more of spending teh last of his earnings on a pint. As he walked into teh bar his light blue jacket glistening with eth rain and his short hair swept back, he stopped as he noticed the liberty officials.
Now Ranius was a strong believer in teh law and didnt like taking dodgy jobs, bu in space one can never be too prepared and even when off his ship he walked around with a reforged sword hanging from his waste. Useless in a gun fight but handy in ship combat in teh tight spaces of his vessel. Seeing the autharaties he never thought about the rules in bars in Liberty space, and standing in teh doorway letting teh cold air in wasnt helping.
"errr.... whats teh rules on these?" He amicably wwaved his sword in front of him, shethed and holding it by the scabbard. There was a silly grin on his face and he tried to look as carfree as he could, whilst teh weight of realising he just walked into a busy bar with a weapon dawned on him. Just his luck to do something this stupid....again!
