At a downhive bar on an outer rim planet on the edge of the Damacles riff sat a short haired rouge trader captain drinking himself into a stupor when two men in uniform approached him.
" You better stop where you are fly boy." The captain slurred in his Scottish accent.
"Why what are you going to do about, Pirate scum" One of the men said in his nassily voice.
"I am not a Pirate, so you and you gunner their had better head back to the base on the other side of town where you are ment to be."
"Do you know who I am?"
"By the look of the strips on your arm I would guess that you are a fighter pilot and your pal their is the gunner, considering the large convoy that docked here yesterday I am guessing that you two thought you would put on your best dress uniform and head out into the wild and get some drink and pick a fight or two. Am I right?"
The three men exchanged glances, each sizing the other up trying to find a weak spot. The captain was obviously drunk but two what extent they did not know and he was a well built man with a long black great coat hanging from the back of his chair that could conceal any number of weapons. There were two of the navy men but they were not trained in hand to hand combat but they were still fight men with all the hours of fighting with the G-Forces from their attack craft had given them a well toned physic.
The gunner makes to grab the captain but meets thin air as the captain has thrown himself back on his chair, rolling to the side he come up with a uppercut that knocked the gunner clean out as well as taking out two of his teeth. The pilot smashes a bottle over the captains head which makes him stagger but the captains adrenaline is coursing through his veins, he spins and delivers a three punch combo that knocks the pilot flat on the floor.
"In case you are wondering. I am Mad dog Mclean captain of the Ranger merchant vessel." With that he picked up his greatcoat from the floor and left the bar.
