The Rogue Officer

[Wolfs Ghost]

Austin chuckled and shook his head at the sight of Rockwell scaring the Ensign half to death. "It's just Austin now, lad. Not a Commander anymore." He smiled briefly and caught a glimpse of people looking their way, no doubt wondering why there was a loud scream.

"Aye, why are we standing here? To the bar, we have much to discuss."

He took a step forwards and knelt down grabbing his jacket, then stood back up slipping it over his shoulder and smiling slightly. He started forwards towards the door-way on the far side of the hangar. No doubt that was the way to the bar seeing as he's been here plenty of times before.

Though, who was to stop him for one last visit in one of the last safe havens in all of Sirius, that was near Bretonia's border?

He motioned for the others to follow, which they gladly did, letting Austin take the lead.

About five minutes later they arrived at the Freeport One bar, and headed to the far table where Ensign Aleski was originally sitting. Both the Ensign and Austin's wingmen took seats near the view port, while Austin sat out to the side in case anything interesting happened, for say a Bretonian strike force landing on the station in an attempt to catch the rogue officer. Though knowing Sir Nelson, he wouldn't waste resources on one man, and would leave it for the Bounty Hunter Guild or the Mandalorian Mercenaries to catch him.

Austin hardly believed there was a warrant out for his arrest, and he wasn't sure if anyone was actually looking for him, aside from those that he has been in contact for. He glanced around a bit before placing both arms on the table and rested his chin in one of his hands while the other hand was resting on the upper arm.

"Right, so our first order of business would to be where to find this lass." He said bluntly, "Lieutenant Ashley Taylor, Armed Forces, Suffolk fleet. I could go into her serial number and the other obvious things but right now finding her is more important than getting arrested." He turned slightly, still resting his chin in his hand and glanced towards the entrance, as if waiting for an Armed Forces Special Ops team to bust through, weapons at the ready.

The fact that a few people were looking his way did make things a bit more amusing, seeing as even Zoners heard about his sudden fugitive status in Bretonia, though none of them made a budge to uproot Austin from his chair and turn him into the Authorities, despite the handsome amount of credits that was probably placed on his head. A thin smile appeared as he laughed lightly to himself, "So lads. Any ideas?"

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