In the Star & Garter bar on Fisk Port, the atmosphere was one of celebration in light of the latest local news bulletins. Gold Vision Co, with the help of the 8th Dragon Squadron, had successfully won their long campaign to bring Eta Draconis under the charter of the Alliance of Independent systems. After fifty two days of campaigning and a relatively short civil war with the controlling party, the Union of Eta Draconis Labour, Gold Vision secured control of the major system starport, Swift Terminal. At the bar, the head bartender was having great difficulty keeping drinks supplied to the rowdy, thirsty commanders, thrilled at their victory. In an alcove at the back of the establishment, the plushest seats in the house now nicknamed the ‘Dragons Den’, were filled with pilots sharing drinks, laughs, memories, and were excited about their future in the 8th Dragon Squadron. They had every right to celebrate. It had been a long, occasionally frustrating endeavour and now finally reaping the rewards of their labour was a source of relief.
Commanders Walford, Lightwarrior and several other highly effective, sworn members of the Dragons were light-heartedly discussing recent events. After much patting of backs and shared sentiments, the drinks began to flow freely.
“Hey, guys? Where the hell is Furieux?” asked Walford, after a few hours of drinking and emptying the pockets of his fellow pilots over games of cards. “Anyone seen him today? Surely it’s his round?”
Commander Starwarker, the renowned and deadly Vulture heavy fighter pilot, raised an eyebrow. “Last I saw him, he was fighting in that old, battered Cobra above Fisk last night. He just disappeared though. Said he had business to attend to.”
“Probably getting drunk somewhere, I bet.” offered Commander Drazik, over the loud jazz music.
A few moments later, the main door hissed open and in lurched a rather dishevelled Furiuex, with a half empty bottle in his hand. By his side, clearly relying on Furieux to remain upright was Head of Security, Alessandra Vondell.
“Hey guys!” bawled Furieux across the room. “You lot obviously have something to celebrate! Did something important happen?” he grinned.
Vondell’s daughter giggled drunkenly.