Sirius Federation Officer's Club

[Qunitinius~Verginix]

Gun Commander Bryns walked into the officers cluband paused as he passed under the threshold. He took a quick glace at the disgurnted people and he smiled.

Walkiing briskly to the bar, he sat down on a stool and the bartender came over.

"Whadda want, friend? Hey, aren't you the captain that survived that corsair attack or something a few months back?"

"Oh! Surprised you would rememebr my face. But yes, that was me"

"Well! Its good you lived, we need all teh pilots we can get, the corsairs are really stepping up their attacks! The brss think there is a spy."

"A spy? Giving the corsairs information? I didn't think anyone would try and do that. Thos scum would much rather slit your throat for a few credits then listen to you talk."

"Ah you have a point their friend. First drink is on me, what was it you said again"

The Nomad in Bryns need a lot of alchohol to survive in a host human, once the nomad left, the human almost allways died.

"Pint of 'Brentonian Valour, Double Malt Whisky' Please, if you will"

"A pint? I don't even think that is allowed, but as logn as you pay-

Bryns had the coin on the bar before the bartender finished. "Here you go, but I have 911 on speed dial...."

Bryns sat back and enjoyed a health chug of about half of his drink. He looked over at laughed quiely at the rest of the people in the bar.

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