The Frontier's End, Tau-31 Gate Construction site

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With a crash, the doors to the bar opened once more. Fergus had always liked to make an entrance and once the patrons of the bar looked at him with scowls, he smirked. The last time he set foot in here, his fellow privateers had seen fit to point guns at his head. It did not bother or faze him. If anything, he relished the challenge. He strode up the bar.

"Double whisky."

At first he sipped the whisky, to find out it's taste and complexion. It's after-taste was warm and peaty. There was a little smokiness to the flavour, it wasn't bad but not one of the better whiskys he had been served in his life. He promptly downed the glass and dusted down his ancient Bretonian Naval Uniform. He turned to another of the privateers at the bar.

"Double whisky. Yer paying."

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