Since 813 and the mobilization of the Great fleets, little to nothing changed on Planet Leeds. Not until the terrible defeats in Tau 29 and later on in Tau 31, war for the civilians was but a distant scream. Following Kusaris attack on the Leeds system itself, things started to change dramatically.
These days, no one wants to stay on the Planet anymore due to fear. Those with money capable of affording a new life away from the war do so in New London, Cambridge, or even, outside of Bretonia.
The remaining few have little choice, but to wait.
Military uniforms replaced civilians on the streets, in the office, at home.
Bretonian Armed Forces officers, those lucky to get few days or hours, off duty, went down to Leeds, to try and enjoy in whats became, a giant fortress.
Three legs pub
Is a located near Leeds pain landing pod. You can make good conversations here in the quieter area towards the back of the pub, over a quality pint. Also, you can take advantage of some fantastic drinking prices. (Discount for service men).
We are open from 9 AM to 11 PM at work day's and 11 AM to 2 AM, on weekendends.
All military personal are requested to leave side arms, blades, or any deadly contraptions in a secure box, near the entrance of the pub.
Address: The Headrow, 139
Owned by: Jenny Russell
Andrew cringed his teeth slightly as his Salvage Frigate touched down upon Leeds' landing pad. It almost always went like this. After the "personal tuning" he made on the ship the hover engines started getting too lazy to hold for a successful landing. As he walked away from the Frigate, he pulled one small paper out of his pocket.
"So, I head right ... then left... Then..."
He stopped to look back at his Salvager. A simple nervous twitch from his earlier years in Rheinland. You can never fully trust non-Junkers to take good care of your ship. In this, he spotted a large neon sign flashing "Three Legs Pub.".
"This must be it."- said Andrew, throwing away the paper.
He walked slowly into the bar's entrance, only to be greeted by two large, armed bouncers. It seemed they weren't used to seeing Junkers.
"Relax, fellas."-he said, pulling out a blaster from underneath his Junker uniform.-"I just realized I had forgotten this one."-and placed the gun in one of the man's hands.
Andrew headed towards the counter with a poorly disguised grin. The bouncers apparently hadn't noticed the knife he had hidden behind his belt. Sitting at the stool in the center, he took out a credit chip and placed it on the table.
"A mug of your finest pint, if you please."
The bartender nodded and took the chip. Andrew took this moment to look around the bar. Perhaps that officer from before was there?