[i]Drake's arm instinctively went down to the holster on his hip upon seeing body armor--a natural reflex from onetime criminal, but his mind quickly overcame such notions. This man wasn't after him, and he shouldn't be picking fights regardless. A change of tact was required. With a charming grin, he leans over to face the armored man,[/i] "Evening soldier, didn't know it was amateur hour here." [i]Drake had forgotten how much of a jackass he was, with a rueful smirk. [/i] "You seem to be packing a lot of firepower over there. Compensating for something?"

"You must be Drake" The man brushed aside you remarks, unaffected by it, a trait well-disciplined soldiers always seemed to have "The kid told me to find you, didn't realize you'd hang around here out of all places"

[i]Drake scoffs, taking another swig of his drink. He was sure of whom the soldier meant by the kid, but a confirmation would be preferred,[/i] "If the kid didn't tell you that I went to bars, you must not know who I am."

"Not this bar, didn't realize your crew was the most honorable group" He seemed tired, and sat down next to you "Then again, I wasn't able to get much out of him, as I lost contact with him and he had a few bullets in his chest, he was rambling on and on about a Silver and a Magnetar or something"

"Bullets in his chest?... Why the hell does the kid have a damn death wish?" [i]Drake chugs the last of his drink, and then turns to the man,[/i] "You're Jared, Jared Grant. I recognize you from the Hermes file, and from what I saw, you're trustworthy. I need you to take me to Alpha, so we can hunt those bastards down once and for all."