Alina Morrison walked into the bar, wearing the dark blue dress uniform of a Libertonian Navy Officer with a pair of 'fleet wings' on her cap and Commander's insignia on her collar, she was flanked by two Marines clad in gray camoflague. Pausing briefly she glanced around the nearly empty bar, if it weren't for the handful of Marines in the back corner the place would have been a ghost town.
"Right, let's liven this damn place up a bit eh!?"
With that, Alina strode over toward the jukebox in the center of the bar, banging on it once, a gritty tune began to play, causing a smile to cross Alina's lips.
"There! now isn't that better?! barkeep--Alina turned to the automated barkeep.Get me the finest bottle of scotch you've got in this worn out old place!"
Alina turned, and laughing to herself she walked to an empty table by the main view-port and sat down, watching the various different ships float by outside.