My Sweet Valentine

[Akura]

"What you do then?" he waved at Tylers plain flight-suit, "A Merc? Freelancer?"

Tyler pushed forward his glass for a refill,

"Something like that..." he glanced out the window of the station, watching the ice float by,

"Junker myself" he pointed proudly at an insignia on his jacket, "That's my Slave Liner on moor point one" he indicated through one of the roof windows to the huge bulky liner.

It looked old, ancient perhaps, rusty and beaten. A hundred Colonial attacks, asteroids, few torpedos maybe. The massive engines designed to drag it onwards through the unknown, trying to block out the sun.
Roy poked Tyler again, noticing a small Lane Hacker tattoo on his neck,

"Former Hacker or something?" he chucked his obnoxious chuckle, his breath offending Tyler, "I pick up your Bretonian accent boy"

Tyler coughed,

"Not much of a talker eh?" Roy drank his entire drink in one go, swallowing greedily, "If you ever need work, I need men to keep the cattle in line" he chuckled again, sending ripples through his rolls of fat,

"I'd rather die" Tyler hissed,

"Woah, all you had to say wa-" Roy's eyes opened wide, his words knocked from him.

Tyler had moved quickly, shoving a small knife right into the Junker's stomach.

"Send me a postcard from hell, scumbag..." Tyler cursed, forcing his knife upwards further, his free hand grabbing the keys from Roy's belt,

The Junker dropped from his stool, struggling to breathe, blood covering the floor around him. The barman recoiled in disgust at the sight of Roy,

"I didn't see nothing" he smiled, cleaning an old glass,

Tyler pocketed his knife and nodded to the bartender. He left the bar, the Junker's keys in his hand...