The door opens to a rather calm and quiet scene, the man stepping inside pausing as he processes what he sees: A rather calm and relaxing cafe' with a myriad of men and women bearing the clothing and insignias of various cultures. There was a Zoner communing with a Corsair, over there appeared to be Coalitioner speaking to a Red Hessian...Add in all the Freelancers and independent groups and you have an orgy of culture.
He was dressed in no discernible rank or uniform, for he had none. Instead he wore a black t-shirt, a pair of blue jeans, combat boots, and a leather jacket. His short black hair was slicked back so as not to cover his face, which was long and rather narrow. Deep green eyes flicked this way and that, taking in everything they saw. With a rather graceful finesse, he stepped over to the bar and sat down on a stool, looking over the menu.
A waitress greeted him with a friendly smile and a cheery voice, "What can I get you, handsome?"
His eyes traveled down from the menu, fixating on the women before him. They wandered down about, regarding her figure, before flicking back up to show he had his full attention on her. "A simple cup of coffee would be nice, thank you."
Her cheery attitude immediately receded, "That's all? Well all right...a boring cup of coffee, coming up." She walked away rather quickly, his eyes tracking her all the way until she disappeared into the kitchen. He continued to stare absentmindedly at the kitchen, waiting for something to happen.
"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THESCIENCEIS LEAKING OUT!"
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