Tank
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Aug 25, 2013
- Messages
- 1,086
- Reaction score
- 64
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.
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.