Sunbucks Cafe

[Lee_Redfield]

Chase Harlan walks casually through the doors of Sunbucks, doing his best to not look helpless or awkward or new. Immediately the smell of coffee, and good food fills his nostrils and he is happy he decided to go in, despite the lack of any rank on the collar of his neatly pressed LPI uniform.

Various officers of all ranks are sitting at tables and on stools in front of the bar, some chatting idly, others quietly eating or going over paperwork.

He nears the bar, and wishes for a cigarette. The last few patrols saw him floating back to a police base in an escape pod. Strings of messages were on his datacom back on his desk, many of them asking about the countless Liberators put out of action. Perhaps he was going to be demoted. Seeing as how low he was on the ladder already, that wouldn't possibly end well.

Finally the bartender is able to get to Chase, and he quietly orders a coffee. A stiff drink would've been better, he thought, but seeing as how he was about to go on for another patrol...

The coffee was warm and flavorful, and more importantly, comforting. Maybe this patrol would see him keep his ship intact.