"Kalashnikov's", Zvezdny Gorodok

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Colonel Ricardo Alvarez was drunk, it was to be expected, it was Christmas.

He was sitting with his feet up on a table, an array of tequila bottles around him in various states of being drunk, his feet were tapping along to the song on the juke box, a tradition of Kalashnikovs. Everyone that entered had to play a song... and well... considering it was Christmas, and considering that they were about to have guests from all over Sirius descending on the bar, he had chosen something Very appropriate.

Juke Box

The Order warships filled the view out of the window, mixed with Zoner juggernaughts, whales and just about anything else that could stuff into Omega-52 for the PARTY OF THE YEAR.

Alvarez smiled, strange as it was to see so much firepower in the Coalition... it was a sign of how things had changed under Premier Katz... The Coalition was moving towards a more open society, it was prospering... its people were benefitting from the prosperity... 818AS had been a great year for the Coalition... and Alvarez wondered if 819AS would be just as good?

The Barmaids were wearing elf costumes... flitting amongst the tables in the bar, serving drinks, as people steadilly arrived for the celibration.

Soon the Premier would be there, and then there would be speeches, drinks to friendship and the obligatory game of strip poker... Which would probably wind up with members of the fighter corps dancing in their underwear on the tables.

He grinned as he stood up.

The wall was a new addition to Kalashnikov's, and a welcome one for all of the Fighter corps. The wall was like taking a walk down memory lane for any member of the SCRA; a bittersweet journey of his career, and that of so many, in the Coalition. The Wall of Heroes had pictures of those pilots and leaders who have been an integral part of the Coalition. Some had given their very lives in service; others had served with distinction and given leave to retire.

Alvarez smiled as he contemplated the Wall of Heroes. Flanking the dominating picture of Premier Katz were the portraits of Grand Admiral MacIntosh, of Jan Richtofen and Ty Kirk, of Miroslav Baranov and Nikolai Varnava, of Dieter Zehn and Sitting Bear. These were all great men of the Coalition, and the Wall of Heroes was created to honor their acheivements and memories. And I miss you all. Too many good men have died at the hands of our enemies. Too many friends.

As the song ended, Alexi turned back to the main area. The Wall of Heroes was positioned so that no matter where you were in Kalashnikov's, the grand view of the Premier and his cadre would be there. Staring in to his glass in contemplation, Alvarez took his ring and started slightly tapping the glass with it, making a small yet noticable clinking sound. Gradually, the din of conversation died as all eyes turned to Alvarez, under the visage of the Premier and the other Heroes. As the last of the conversation quieted, the short hispanic spoke in a soft, yet forceful baritone.

"Merry Christmas!" he grinned as he slugged another shot... "Let's get this party... started Eses!"

PARTY

//OOC: This thread is open to everyone invited to the Coalition for the next 24 hours. Post... but every post must contain a musical link. Interact, play cards, dance... drink... Mistletoe is over the door... enjoy!

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