The Crew of the Abomination, also known as Raptor 1 of the Rogues Raptor Squadron, entered the Bar. The tallest one, Ashenhurst, moved to the bar, his long jacket flowing slightly behind him.
The other two, Wodgiss and Damien, sat down at a table in the corner where they could oversee the entire establishment.
Back at the counter, Ashenhurst motioned to the Barkeep who was server another customer. After the stocky man was finished, he walked over to Ash and started polishing a glass complete with a swift, 'What can I get'cha?'
Ash: 'Three glasses of the finest Rogues Ale you have.'
Barkeep: 'You'll be paying for this how? The last guy who came in here gave me a finger and I didn't take that too kindly.'
Ash: 'We have a hold of Luxury Consumer Goods, plenty of which one such as yourself could see use for. As well, if you prefer hard cash, I have a Million Cr in solid cash, some of which I would be more then willing to give to you. The more months of service we are guaranteed, the more I pay.'
Barkeep: 'Well, if you put it that way.....'
Ash walked over to the table, three large mugs of Ale in his hand. 'Were now ten Thousand credits lighter, mates, But at least we got free beer for the next 5 years.'
Damien: 'Damn, we got it lucky.' and he took a long swig from the foaming Tankard.
Ashenhurst unhooked his Sabre from its sheath and set it on the table, checking to see there were no blemishes, and that it would be fit for more service. All too soon it would be time to set out again.