A man sat lonely at a table, far from the eyes of anyone else. While his crew had always been there, his only company that night was a large feline beast, gently purring at his side. His angry thoughts were dulled with the din of the bar, and the ever present touch of whiskey. A scowl came across his face as he looked at his arm console. The others were still unconscious.
The man sighed.
"I've...I've had enough..."
A voice came out of his subcoinscious. It was gentle, vibrant, full of life.
"~Drake, it's not your fault what happened...~"
"Nia...what that Ou'cast did to 'em...that cant be forgiven. I dun' care 'bout tha' rest..."
He took another swig of the stiff drink. It's warmth did little to melt away the malice in his heart
"...they've lost my good will. One ah' 'der kind, one ah' 'der FILTH, decided that we were worth sacrificin' 'en order ta' save 'is own arse. Tha's not respect from HIM..."
"~Drake, you have to consider your own well being. There's no escaping the Outcasts~"
He laughed. Like he cared about that anymore.
"That doesn't matter. Whatever happens..."
He didnt have to finish. He was hell-bent on revenge, one way or another.