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

[Wolfs Ghost]

He raised his glass as Rhade gestured towards him. "For Katz." He mumbled, a slight look of annoyance, and confusion, resting on his face. He slumped down in the nearby chair after the toast of victory and started to recollect himself. His holster was empty, which annoyed him a bit, finding himself in the middle of a civil war without a weapon.

People around seemed to have their heads hung low, depressed, he had saw the very thing back on the Derby when he served in the Armed Forces, low morale. How he was going to be useful here, he didn't know. Nor frankly did he care. Envoy to Bretonia perhaps? He doubted it, moment word reaches Bretonia and Admiral Ralston that he was helping the Coalition, everything would turn to hell once more, worst of all. He still wanted his damn side arm.

He downed the shot, Vodka, something he found disgusting, and with a hesitant look, reached into his pocket pulling out the Carina's Cross, then dropping it on the table.

"Someone mind telling me, the entire damn story." He said, loudly, slamming the glass down. "You know, start to finish. Without the edited crap. If I'm going to be onboard, I need to be aware of everything."

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