--He eased the throttle back on his fighter as he landed, another long day out on patrol, after a few words with the landing crew he headed to his quarters to shower up and change..he was definately in a mood for a drink this evening. He knocked on a few other doors as he went by, may as well rally the troops for a night on the town and sent off a few personal mails inviting all Black Talon pilots out for a night on the town, they had some farewells to make, and some celebrating to do. He stopped long enough to pick up his XO from the Metzger and together they rode out to one of the more 'local' taverns on New Berlin. --
--They passed by the Grand, The RepEx Corporate flag was flying as well as the Hamburg Mutual flag, he nodded to his XO, 'seems the conference has started eh? wont be long before they want to hear what we have to say, tell us our ideas are unrealistic, and then three weeks later come back with the same ideas saying they have been brainstorming. Military or Private, its all the same really, no worries on my part though, as long as they keep the H-fuel supplied and the credits flowing, Ill keep downing pirates when I get the opportunity. Now if I were to have a wingman, we would be unstoppable I tell ya. Cant do much against three fighters when you are out there with yer tail in the wind eh?' Both laughed a bit and then continued on to the Tavern, smiling as it seemed each Black Talon pilot came out of the woodwork, then again, what stick jockey would turn down free beer?--
--'To Orion! Where ever you are, you will be missed my friend, Safe travels' The shot downed with a quick snap of the head and slammed to the table where it is quickly refilled and raised again. 'To Sang! Our new fearless leader, hope he knows what it is like to try and keep animals such as ourselves reigned in eh?' The toast is followed by some shouts and laughter as all drain their shots. 'Drinks Are on ME boys, Drink up, and enjoy yourselves, who knows what tomorrow may bring, but at least tonight we have a great time!' He Slowed up on his drinking, just sipping on the beer, and watching them all tell stories about their latest patrols or some older ones, some stories he had heard many times already and could recite them by heart, some he noticed got more embellished each time but who can blame them, one lucky shot from a gun and we could be just another story in a tavern, or a picture on the wall.--
--He nodded to his XO, he would remain in his place, drinking with the others, the maintenance on his ship should be completed, and he needed a couple hours sleep before he was back in space and on patrol, who knows, maybe he could find a couple recruits this time around, and bolster the ranks a bit more..he whistled a soft tune to himself as he walked down the street back to his quarters for a brief nap.--
