Jeff Kerrigan walked into the fray that was the Cambridge Research Institute Bar. He looked around for someone he knew, and was surprisingly greeted by much of the crew from the Sierra.
"Hey, doc. Sad to see you go, hope we still see you around here still though," said a pilot from the Sierra. Kerrigan acknowledged him, and moved to the bar where Edmund Brackenbury was sitting.
"I see you found out that I was planning to transfer over to the Horizon, Edmund," Kerrigan said as he walked over to him.
"I did. Remember, all personnel transfers from the Sierra have to be reviewed by me. Of course I knew even though you seemed to have forgotten to tell me."
"When you said meet me here, I planned on telling you anyway. I didn't expect it to be so busy, though, what the heck is going on?"
Brackenbury looked surprised. "Are you serious?" he blurted out, "you haven't figured out that this is a party for you yet?"
"Apparently not, although I guess I shouldn't waste it." Joanne came up from behind the bar.
"All drinks on the house tonight, Jeff. Yes, I know we'll still be seeing you, it just won't be with this great crowd on the Sierra as much." A bottle of Sidewinder Fang flew past them and smashed into the wall.
Retired A very big thanks to Dark Oddity who put my signature pic together