The Bear's Cave - Sedona Station, Baffin (Formerly Freeport 14, Yukon)

[Dusty Lens]

That is a true statement. Cheers!

The shot burned its way down his throat, the fire loosening life's grip around his throat for just the moment, kicking in a sense of the familiar, an association of security and level ground. That the shot would smooth the edges that fast, or that the edges were so rough without it should have been a cause for concern. But when your life was as such that your comfort had to come from what you could pull from a bottle, well, don't fight what comfort you can find.

Kall, I've less than no idea what you're doing here, but here's to the best newjoin to crawl out of Liberty.

And then the scrawer said something amusing. Which almost, darn near, just about, send the next shot flying out of his nose.

You hear that Kall? Guess we're doing too good of a job polishing the windows on our ships, the gits can see us right through them.