they don't know what real danger is he thought just as the racer crashed. people would rather distract themselves with meaningless games then face the truth. I've survived the pirates, and worse, in the Omegas, seen the Nomads in the Omicrons, and these people here are more interested in GAMES??
"Pft" Victor was turning to go when he noticed the bartender and the outstreched Liberty Ale. Well, maybe things aren't so bad he thought as he accepted the Ale with a smile.
"Thank you." and then he saw something that made him forget all his other thoughts. Bertonian Lobster.
"Mr. Bartender, how much for the Bertonian Lobster?"
"It's Andrews, and that Lobster is 35 credits. Would you like some?"
"Most definatly Andrews, and thank you."
Victor sat down at the otherwise empty bar while Andrews yelled the order back to the cook. Victor cracked open the Ale bottle and took a long drink. Glancing around to get familiar with the place he noticed a women sitting alone at one of the booths. She looked more stuck-up then most of the RM officers he worked with.
"Hey Andrews, who's that?"
"I'm not sure, she looks fairly high-ranked in the Liberty Army, and you know how they are, all orders and discipline."
Victor nodded and shuddered. Not the life for him, he liked his more casual crew and their comraderie.
"You know, I used to work in these types of places, before I got a starship and left Manhatten for the stars. Back when life was simple."
Andrews nodded. "Where did you work?" he inquired.
"Oh here and there, The Rocket, LN Pub, Traveler's Rest, The Gunship and a few others."
Andrews nodded again. "All of those except LN Pub have closed down."
At that moment Victor's Lobster arrived and he dived hungerly into it. Andrews quickly replaced his now-empty Liberty Ale.