Den of the damned

[Shagohad]

The bar was filled with noise. And eyes. So many eyes. All watching. Thinking. Calculating.

But they won't watch me, they can't he mused as he walked in, taking a seat next to two very unscrupulous characters.

One of them wore what seemed like a cone shaped piece of sheet metal with a rifle that screamed, "I'M TRYING TO COMPENSATE!" He laughed on the inside. His training told him to convey no emotion. Emotion got you killed. Then why am I here? he thought. The second seemed like an old-Earth cowboy of some sort. His clothes were too red. It was disgusting

He was about six feet three inches in height, his jet black hair cut short and slicked back. A thin mouth sat emotionless on his face. His blue eyes were the only off part on his entire image. They were too blue, too noticeable. The plain gray uniform of the Order was neatly kept. Not a single crease. Tidiness was key. The Eye of Ra sat on a patch on his right shoulder.

He spoke as if to nothing, yet conveying importance, "I want a drink."

He then waited.

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"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THE SCIENCE IS LEAKING OUT!"