"I'll be here for a while now. The gunboat's out being repaired - today it had a few holes poked into it. The culprits were Xenos this time - they were much more organised than I had expected."
The bartender sighed softly and poured another glass of Rogue Rum for the patron.
"You know, you could maybe take a rest from all the fighting. There's other ways to make money you know."
"I chose this life. My legs hurt, from that damned cramped escape pod, my eyes are tired from looking at HUD screens, and you know how much I hate gathering identification evidence for the Boss. However, I enjoy it overall, contrary to what I say in my drinking sessions. The combat is thrilling, the work is dirty and I just love to see explosions."
"If you say so, friend."
"While the Gunboat's being repaired, I might as well make some improvements to it. Some extra armour, I think, will be best. Thanks for the Rum. Send the bill to the Boss."
Young woman (Linda) enters the pub, lookouts and after standing few minutes sits down in corner table.
Few people recognizes her from TV, start to chatter.
She sits in corner and talking something to herself...
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