Ouray Inn (iRP)

[Eeik5150]

A lanky man in his late 30's enters into the bar about the same time as Coral finishes barking out her orders. He casually glances her way, nods politely when she sees him and he heads to the bar. Two days of beard growth and shoulder length sandy blond hair frame his almost gaunt face. Quietly he orders just plain water, grabs the glass with a grime stained hand and takes a seat looking out a window. He doesn't try to draw any attention, but then it's not like he's trying to avoid it either. Just a man doing what he does.

The man pulls out an old picture from his pocket as he absent mindedly sips the water. As he looks at it a tightness forms around his eyes and the corners of his mouth draw into a scowl. "12 years now" he mutters as he puts the picture back in his pocket, the knuckles of his other hand turning white from clenching the glass of water.

The man peers into the glass as if he's searching for answers. To what are the questions? After a while the man casually stands up and walks towards the door. The glass of water is left behind with but a sip missing, all the ice melted and a perfect hand print where condensation was never allowed to form.

As he's leaving one of the technicians doing Corals bidding states "Hey, I ain't never seen ya' 'round here afore. Whatchyer name?"

The man stops, turns his head slightly in the technicians direction and says "I'm called 'Krait'. I'm going back to Nome. I just needed to come to Colorado...today." The last part said with a tapering voice and distant eyes. With that, Krait walks out the door, casually makes his way to his ship and disembarks for the Kepler jump hole. The last thing heard in Ouray from Krait's com is "One day, I will have my revenge."