Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill.

[kingvaillant]

For the first time in many months David stepped inside the bar. The decor had changed a bit since his last visit. Many agents were adding decorative objects here and there to make the place more lively and enjoyable. Multicolored lights were acting as ceiling moldings. For him, it seemed like the bar decided to celebrate Christmas, but that was too hungover to remove the decoration. There was even an elk head on the wall with lights passing around its woods. Quite a funny sight.

On some walls were also hanged battle trophies. On one of the walls there was a part of a Nephtys Cockpit with multiple war marks on its side showing the amount of ships that bugger took down. 23. David wondered how the pilot finally died. Guess he ran out of luck he thoughts.

On the edge of the bar table was a long tube encrusted in the wood with a blue liquid flowing through it. From what he heard some pilots from the Patrol Squadron Epsilon decided to put the some of the remains of a nomad ship in an industrial blender to create the liquid. With electricity, the Liquid was emitting a small amount of luminescence. A little sick but being away from civilization for long periods can sometimes make people do silly stuff.

After his "inspection" of the bar from the entrance door. He started to move out of the shadow cast by the doorway into view of the patrons. If many had left upon Deus's sudden and brief appearance, the few unfamiliar clients remaining, mainly new pilots, all made a quick, yet clumsy, salute to the Director and left through the main door with a hint of guilt sparkling in their eyes.

"Rookies" He whispered to himself I hope someday one will have the guts to stay in the bar and keep on drinking.

He continued to move toward the bartender and ordered a Grateful Dead. Since he entered the bar, everything quieted down a little bit. Out of nowhere David turned toward the bartender.

"Am I that scary or what??" He asked with impulsively. Color left the face of the bartender for a short second and his respiration suddenly increased for a very brief time.

"N-No Mister Copperfield. Here's your drink sir and have a good evening" He responded

*sighs*Guess I am... How inconvenient. "Thanks for the drink." He then headed towards Julia's table with his drink in hand and took a seat.

"Greetings folks, I hope I am not disturbing anyone. I need a fair bit of relaxation after a long day at work. Disrupted the trade for a few hours in Omega-7, that was fun, sadly quite not the challenger I hoped. The RM never came to help the miners. One of them even tried to make me believe he was a LN Admiral. You can imagine my reaction at him" He then takes a sip of his drink.

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Director of the Liberty Security Force: Fidelity, Bravery and Integrity

The Amundsen Zone-21 Restrictions