Russell Hunter walks up to the bar and sits down, orders a sidewinder fang, and watches the latest news updates.

"Say Richard, wadda think of this 'Gallia' place everyone's ranting and raving about?"

"I don't know, all I know is that they hate us for some reason. So, haven't seen you in awile, hows the IMS coming along?"

"Okay I guess, the two people that were above me went missing, and so did our reasercher."

"Thats gotta suck, so whos leadin ya now? Some young hotshot that thinks hes better then everybody?"

"No, that would be me."

"Ah, well.....good luck with that"

And with that, Richard turns around to tend to the drinks.



// As it says, there is no rules here...just don't kill me...

Seemingly staring at something out the window, he turns back to the commodity trader at the table and adds:

If this place really had no rules as the guy thinks, someone would surely get hurt, or missing.

Outside the bar windows an outcast smuggling ship, likely carrying a large load of illegal drugs moves to dock with the Freeport

A pilot walks in, high and sits down at the bar. Toying with something under his pocket the pilot speaks to the bartender but looks to the table.
"I'd like a drink, obviously, todays been a bit of an inconvenience, so don't hold back with the strong stuff"

As the pilot sips his drink he looks about the room for the first time to see who he might run into.