[i]Real's smile grew sad at that, and he took the chip, considering it a moment. Reaching to his back pocket, he drew out his device, plugging the card in and working on the thing for a bit. Taking it out, he extended the chip back to Alpha.[/i] "[b]I'm good on funds, thank you for offering, though. Here, you take 'em. I also added the money for your paid leave. And I'm sorry you feel that way. We'll miss you, but the rest of the crew'll be glad to know your safe.[/b]"

"I doubt it." She said with a bitter laugh. "I shot Jare when the N@zi stuff was kicking off...she was making a huge racket and would've gotten us both killed. I bet she'd glad I'm not there." She crossed her arms "I doubt the Amoridian goverment would even let me back on the planet"

"[b]Jare forgave you. The patrons accepted you. And if the government had tried anything funny with you, or with [i]any[/i] of my employees for that matter, they would have had words from myself and Jakob. I understand rejection can be harsh, but don't allow that to get in the way of you finding friends. "If you ever need a place to stay, someone to talk to, or just a good ol' fashioned drink, then stop by. You will [i]always[/i] be welcome in my bar.[/b]" [i]With that, the Bartender pushed through the door to the kitchens, Gaffer's cursing at a burnt entree floating through. As he entered, Sykes exited holding another set of napkin-wrapped silverware.[/i]