[MCF Social]The Dropship Cantina

[Tank]

Imperial Dropship Cantina. Creed thought it was a curious and perhaps ironic vessel to be in a fleet so staunchly against the Empire. However it seemed very fitting that this, an Imperial vessel, was where the members of the fleet went to get a drink. The Dropship would stop off at the Duosi outpost and serve the members of the fleet. When the reserves were dried up; they’d fly to various other outposts or planets, pick up brand new bottles of rum, whisky, beer, and all manner of alcoholic beverage, and return to Duosi to service the proud men and women of the MCF. The cargo bay of the dropship had been retrofitted to contain a serving area and sitting area. It was cramped, but the open nature of the dropship allowed for overflow seating outside. The air, as always, is dry and hot on Queya. But there is a breeze in the air and the ice in the drinks takes off some of the heat.

Creed wiped a bead of sweat from his brow and took another swig of his ice water. He appreciate the work the men went through to get the alcoholic beverages but there was nothing better than a tall glass of water to take away the sting of heat that surrounded the rocky planet. He hoped others would show up soon. He was new to the group and looking to meet his squad mates.

 

[Ellquin]

It was an uncomfortably hot day, but Zeb was not about to complain. He had recently been recruited by one of the most elite squadrons in the galaxy, the Mailoc Combat Fleet. Brimming with excitement he walked the halls of the ship with purpose, wondering how the MCF had acquired it. If Zeb understood correctly, he had been invited aboard to enjoy drinks and socialization. Although Zeb had not traditionally had friends, or put himself in situation such as this, he looked forward to meeting the men and perhaps women who would fly by his side.

He was following indicators toward the Dropship Cantina and as he rounded a corner, he saw Creed Braxton, the very man who had recruited him. Zeb grinned and gave a waive as he approached.

 

[Tank]

As Creed was enjoying his glass of water and the warm breeze of Queyta he saw a familiar face approaching. It was a man he'd recruited recently named Zeb Varon. The man was top of his class in the naval academy and an ace pilot. Creed enjoyed the younger man’s company and motioned for him to pull up a seat next to him as he returned Zeb’s wave.

“Hey, pal how ya doin’?” Creed said addressing Zeb. “How you likin’ the new place? Not a flashy place, but I find it refreshing to get away from the hustle of the big planets.”

Creed to another swig of his water and waited for Zed to get settled.