Ouray Inn (iRP)

[Tanker]

Jonathon walks into the bar still out of sorts after the last mission. It was too quiet. It hasn't seen any live since Coral's birthday party. He shakes his head in disgust.

"Well, I'll just have to liven it up a bit." Jonathon thinks to himself, "But, I need to take care of one thing first."

Jonathon walks over to where Cobra was sitting, looks him in the eye and smacks him across the face.
He says to the astonished Cobra, "Son, shoot the enemy, son." With that out of the way, Jonathon turns to
face the rest of the pilots in the bar.

"This is a place to relax and let your guard down. Not a ****** masoleum!" "Bartender!, The next two rounds of "Mother's Finest" are on me!"

"Now, Let's have some fun!"

Jonathon walks over to the jukebox and makes his selection, "Maybe this will help get things going" He thinks. He then goes to sit in his customary place in the back of the room. Here, nothing escapes his attention.

The jukebox starts up, shattering the silence with song....

Fighting Xenos from the sky
Fearless men who fly and die
Men who mean just what they say
The brave men of the X.A.

Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, Liberties best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the X. A

Trained to live off nature's land
Trained in combat, hand-to-hand
Men who fight by night and day
Courage peak from the X.A.'s

Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, Liberties best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the X.A.

Back at home a young wife waits
Her X.A. has met his fate
He has died for those oppressed
Leaving her his last request

Put silver wings on my son's chest
Make him one of Liberties best
He'll be a man they'll test one day
Have him win the X.A.

"Now that is some good music, as th e bar comes to life. Maybe the next song will liven it up more"

Xenos ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold.
They'd rather give you a song than silver or gold.
Liberty belt buckles and old faded duct tape,
And each night begins a new day.
If you don't understand him, an' he don't die young,
He'll prob'ly just fly away.

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be Xenos.
Don't let 'em drink moonshine or fly them old Eagles.
Let 'em be Miners and pilots and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Xenos.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.

Xenos like smokey old bar rooms and clear mountain mornings,
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night.
Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do,
Sometimes won't know how to take him.
He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him,
Do things to make you think he's right.

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be Xenos.
Don't let 'em pick banjos or fly them old eagles.
Let 'em be Miners and pilots and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Xenos.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.

The bar erupts with a roar, the sound echos down the passageways outside of the bar.

Jonathon sits back content. "Nothing like good music to put things right" He thinks.....