Kyle was thinking of his Nyx's new blood crimson paint scheme it was getting as he turned around the corner to intersecting hallways on Sabah, bright lights were coming from in front of him, the entrance of the bar.
Apparently Ambrosia had only opened just before he had enlisted, and it hadn't even been 24 hours since he got into several engagements, he wanted to relax. He entered the bar, eyeing the people around, there were several higher ranking officers, he even saw a squadron leader and as well as a CIS agent, looks like these new agents weren't really all about secrecy.
Kyle moved forward to the bar and checked the menu, he looked up at the bartender.
"A 44th Apocolypse please."
The drink was served instantly and Kyle took it whilst turning around, putting his credit card up to one of the readers, paying the seventy credits. He saw an empty seat on the couches in the corner and made for it, sitting down and taking a sip of his drink, he looked down at the crimson red liquid, his thoughts swirling around a Zephyr class vessel, he spoke silently to himself.
"Might as well honor them with my first drink...to those we left behind.."
