A cloaked figure stepped up to the doorway, and turned to the guard. He reached into his robes and pulled out a sword the size of his body, and placed it on the table to the side of the guard. The figure reached back, and pulled out a plasma pistol, then a knife, then another sword, then several packs of C4. The guard looked at the stash of weapons that lay on the table, jaw-dropped. He turned back to the man, shaking a bit now.
"S.. Sir.. I can't help.. b.. but wonder, are you going to war or something?!"
"Was. Was in a war. Now I'm coming home.. But.. Where is it? I.. Don't remember.. "
The robed figure adjusted his cloak once more, making sure most of his face was covered. The only thing that could be seen were his piercing red eyes. He stepped forward, quickly glancing at the few people in the bar. The figure sat at the corner of the bar, farthest from the entrance. He sat still, staring at the table in front of him, and ignoring the bit of cold he was feeling.
