At the door of the bar, a bulky man searches you ('You' implies the character(s) you control, obviously) for weapons and such. ''Sorry Mister/Ma'am, procedures, y'know. Don't want you to get violent after you enjoy a couple of our fine drinks!'' and only when you are rid of all your weapons (Read, ALL of them. No ''I hid a dagger in my coat'' thingy) you may enter. The first thing you notices is that there is a ton of armed bodyguards inside watching everyone's behaviour. See, the bar is also full of Outcasts, Corsairs, Hunters and Freelancers drinking next of each others. Although, the atmosphere seems quite enjoyable, and you could swear that you've just seen a Corsair bursting in laugh with a Hunter, talking about how awkward their fight was minutes ago outside.
You notice a menu: great, it's also a fancy restaurant in case you were hungry. From the windows, you can see the suns of Sigma-17 and the nearby gas cloud, which seem to greatly soothe your body and soul, while the relaxing music of the bar lets out all the bad thoughts. A barmaid approaches you and asks: ''Anything for you, Mister/Miss?''
