A noisy racket is heard from outside the bar. Just afterwards, two men come in, one looking somewhat mad, the other looking guilty.
"But make Joey do it! I did it last time boss!" The guilty-looking guy says to "boss"
"Just do it you idiot! What is so hard about guarding a ship for a few hours? Jeez, never have I seen such a lazy crew! You better be REAL happy I'm doin' this." says "boss"
The second man runs out of the bar, while the other man, covered in black phase-armor and a black cape, with black sunglasses walks up to the bar, one hand on his phase pistol, the other on his wallet. He notes the overwhelming amount of blood and bodies and heads thrown about the bar, making a face of disgust as he looks at the scene.
"I'll take a Saalian Brandy, Bartend." The man gets his drink, and sits down at a corner table, and pulls out a folder with some papers in it. "I'll ask nicely only once, I do not wish to be disturbed. Oh, and if you don't mind, dont blow my head off either. Thanks! For those of you who do not know me, I am Stud Beefpile, captain of the famous Arada A.E.S. Firebird, and the famous Crescent Fighter Icewind Falcon." Stud Beefpile begins to review his documents, and sips his drink in peace. The crowd in the bar stares at him for a few minutes, and then returns to decapitating one another.
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- Captain Stud Beefpile
- UE Naval 238th Squadron
- Crew of One Challenger
- Member of the Zacha Renegade Elimination Corporation