Sebastian Hawke a member of the Order and experienced one at that had been on operation undercover and a black ops at that which had required some delicate and rather not so humanitarian tactics. Today he was meant to be back in black clothing but due to complications about no longer being able to contact Malacos or at least his little AI Chip he was just in what a tire he had on Leather jacket and bag. He stretched his head back before letting it become level again. His thumbs looped into the straps his eyes rested on a lady looking like she was a million miles away.
"Heheh.. amen to that."
He said quietly to himself. He started to trudge towards the lady, a little emblem how ever peeked his curiosity more then anything and he stopped near the head of the table. His untrustworthy ancient order pistol rested on his holster the black squadron symbol engraved into it.
He took a seat. not that he had much incentive to but then again he hardly cared about other people just all part of the job he'd have unbuckled his back and set it down on the seat opposite the isle near the head of the table."Little out of the way for you isn't it?"he'd have made no gestures before ordering a simple sidewinder from the bar but it had yet to arrive.
He couldn't help but chuckle at her tone. aggressive something he was use to nothing that really fazed him she was just being the unsociable and stick up the back type of agent or at least that was his theory. "Well an Order operative in a populated bar at least with obvious markings." This time he did motion to the small emblem she had on her of the Order. He had a drink for himself he'd not have ordered anything for her as he never expected to stay that long with her."Wouldn't the Lounge be a better place?"He asked being rather his opinion
He raised an eyebrow in clear question at what she said. "I'm not leaving for there." he says abruptly. As he makes questioning face at her previous statement. ~Everyone knows? Cocky~ He shook his head with a grin spreading over his face. "And I hardly believe /everyone/ would know who you are to be honest, be sides I am stuck here until my liaison contacts the high command to let me back into the grid." He would take a sip from his drink less content on watching her.
His eyebrows note together in surprise the expression brief momentarily before his composure regains on his face. 'You're an Admiral of the Order?' for some reason or another he seemed generally surprised. 'What happened to the Asar and Suis Malacos'¦ The Black squadron.' He had become increasingly serious and alarmed.
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