Ouray Inn (iRP)

[Capt. Henry Morgan]

Glenn walked into Ouray Inn. He hadn't been here in a while, but a round of drinks was just the thing to celebrate. His old Raptor Wing flight patch caught some strange looks since that wing had been disbanded a long while before. Since then, he had been serving as Commander Air Group on the Alamo, but he kept his old flight patch for old times sake. Now that he had taken a leave of absence from Alamo, he was finally getting a chance to get back on the front lines.

He had just gotten his Spatial into fighting shape, and had taken it out on it's shakedown run. He had gotten three kills, too. Two were fighters that thought to kill him, but the third was a transport caught carrying goods out of Liberty. As expected, the transport's captain's greed outweighed his sense of self-preservation, and his cargo got burned with the ship still around it.

He got his drink from the bar, and looked around the inn for a familiar face.

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