The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub

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[font=Garamond]Dervin turned in time to snatch the falling bottle from the air, looked at it, and nodded approvingly to
David. Malfient had always been a fan of wine. It supplemented the taste of cardamine so nicely. He
pulled the cork and sniffed. Not a particularly fantastic Gallic vintage, but this was Liberty, and a Rogue
base at that. Couldn't be expecting lavish drinks. He took a long pull from the bottle and again saluted
David. Good kid, that one, Dervin thought to himself, suppose I'll keep him.

There were too many Rogues in the bar. The noise level had risen to the point where it was impossible to
exchange a word, not that he had anything further to say. Normally, he wouldn't mind the activity, but this
was due to all the mercenaries that had been keeping his crew bottled up. Dervin himself had run into a
few, though none had yet managed to collect on his ships. Lately, the activity had dwindled, but still, the
Rogues sat plastered to their seats and drank instead of flew. Too many traders were getting free passes
through California. "I'm going to have to do something to light a fire under this lot's collective asses,"
he mumbled quietly. Dervin finished the bottle and shook some orange powder from a bag in his pocket.
He used his knife to form a line of it and snorted the cardamine. "And now... time to do some flying," he
said with a new zest.