The Empress' Legs

[Husher]

**Early evening Port Jackson**
**Landingsbay B 12-A.**

Bruce landed his ship on the designated platform.
His fighter was shaking a little when he touched down.

His hands were going over the controls.
>Weapons secured<
>Powering down engines<
>Opening canopy<

He jumped out of the cockpit while trowing his helm back into the seat and yelling at the mechanic on the ground.
>Check em up mate i think the steering is a little sluggish<
>Yea yea ye janked the stick again didn't ye mate?< said the mechanic with a grin.
>Ever fought a corsair son?< asked bruce a little sarcastic.
>Nuh... thats y'r job, i'll keep ye fly'n.< the mechaic responded.
>Than do y'r job bloody greasemonk< Bruce said while walking away.
The mechanic shaked his head and walked towards the fighter.

**5 min's later.**

Bruce walked past the new pub he had seen last time he was here.
A large man standing outside.
>def'nitly a bouncer he thinks, might aswell check the place out< and he walks up to the man.
He nods towards the door >It's op'n f'r buisness?<
The Bouncer looked at him. >Ye think i stand h'r f'r fun pilot?, get in and have fun<

Bruce tips his head and walks inside.
He's amazed when he sees the massive screen on the wall >Bloody hell..boss Malony must really like us to place that here!< he thinks while walking trough the crowd towards the bar.
The Pub is filled with the normal locals enjoying a drink and watching the weekly game of hooverball.
The Cambridge Bears against the Manchester puma's
He looked at the score and smiled, >Seems the Bears are gonne win<
He called the bartender >I'd like a single malt mate<
>comming up pilot, free day?<
>Aye ain't gonne fly back tonight< Bruce said.

He walked into the crowd to see iff he could spot anyone familiar.