The bar was crowded, you could hear the shouting of xeeners all across the room. Some were laughing, some were angry screaming how they hate all those dirty foreigns who come into Liberty on daily basis. When you look near the bar you could see then man who is constantly lying next to the bar stool, all covered in beer and peanuts, mumbling something about bombs and guns and drowning himself in another bottle. It was Earl Hopper, he hated everything outside the base and waited when someone will give him a hand so he can stand up and order another drink.
"Hey xeeners" he shouted loudly. "Will any of ya brothers and sisters share a bottle with me, I'm all out of credits" he started to laugh loudly. " Bleh, you're all the same " the alcohol was talking from him.
Couple of people turned around and looked at him, he thought to himself "I hope someone will get me properly drunk, day just started".
A man in a panda costume enters the bar. The people there only briefly glanced at him, before returning to their activities. The man in the costume sat down at a stool next to the bar. He looked left and right, noticing Earl sitting next to him.
Hey Earl - What's up? A beer on me? I have a bar of gold here from some bretonian punk. Let's enjoy it just as much as I enjoyed nuking the rest of the metal.
Earl turned to the...panda. " Ermm....I don't remember taking anythin' then alcohol, but...ok panda if you want to buy me a drink" He looked around if anybody is noticing there is a panda in middle of the xeener bar but people was enjoying them selves as usual.
He grabbed person who was sitting next to him and panda by the shirt and whispered "Hey man..I don't want to sound weird or anything but is there a panda sitting right next to me with a golden bar in its hands ?" Man just told him "Ok Earl..too much beer you know, relax". Which didn't really explained nothing, he faced panda one more time and tapped it on the back "All right, let's drink up panda " He choose to ignore the fact damn big animal who could obviously rip him apart was paying him drinks, but in his position he couldn't really choose.
'Okay people, rounds on me today.' - the panda shouted. 'Enjoy a good liberty ale and moonshine for free.' The panda put the gold on the bar table, and the bartender's jaw dropped. The panda nodded and made a hand gesture - he lift his right hand with his index finger stretched, and made a circular motion. After that, he gave Earl a pat on the back, and asked him what does he want to drink. So Earl, how's it going?
At this point Earl started thinking it would be a great time for glass of juice cause the things got weird enough, but then again...rehabilitation is for quitters. "Well gimme a triple moonshine, bottle of beer and another bowl of peanuts " he said to the bartender. He turned to the panda, at this point he figured panda is really friendly and that he might have some serious problems, but it didn't stop him for having a conversation with deadly animal. "Well man...animal..man...not bad, doing me some good work and all" he stopped for a second "Hey, I wouldn't like to sound rude but have you ever had any hallucinations and stuff..like seeing weird huge things paying you for a drink ? "
Tyler rolled in and took a quick glance across the room. To his surprise there was a massive black and white animal at the bar which was clearly hacking in on Earl with his claws. Why the hell isn't anyone doing anything? he thought to himself.
Oh ... Sorry about that man. The panda reached for his neck, where he released some pipes and put down the head part.
I'm Tucker, man. It's my flight suit. I found it on some Bretonian ship ages ago. Probably outdated and Gaian design, but it's very comfortable. I had to use some duct tape to re-seal some of it, but it works great. And looks awesome too. Kinda symbolic, pandas were extinct a long time ago, and I have a feeling were the last of a dying breed in Liberty. But lately the Xeno movement grows. I kept it anyway. Still feels good to wear it.
Tucker sipped from his glass of chilled liberty ale.
Tyler double timed it back to his ship, got his rifle and ran back to the bar. He barged in ready to behead whatever the hell it was that was murdering one of his pals and... "What the HELL?" He couldn't believe his eyes. That jerk Tucker beat him to it and flailed the beast himself? No, that can't be... He's the slowest gun on the serpent wing... something fishy is going on here. I bet he planned it all along to make me look bad! Ooooooh he'll get his! He noticed he was foaming at the mouth while pointing a loaded gun at Tucker. The bar crowd was positively bewildered and gazed at him with open mouths.
Tucker put down his glass and noticed he dropped his room keycard. He dropped down on his knees, supporting his torso with his hands, and started looking around. The helmet was in the view, and so he put it back on and opened the view panel. It looked like a bear was devouring him without chewing. And soon after, Earl lost his balance and had to use one leg to not fall. Doing so, he stepped on Tucker's hand. Tucker - being on all four - started screaming in pain and yelled 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!'.
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