As he put the glass down and motioned the server droid over. Serron glanced at his chrono.
..perfect...just another two hours and then sleep can claim me....
Serron never really slept well anymore. Ever since his life had turned into a complete mess not too long ago. As he closed his eyes he barely registered the droid dropping off another drink. The thoughs swirled, but the memories were so clear. As if it was being acted out in front of him.
...the wife. Human. Trixia. Proposed to me of all people. Made marriage a fun adventure. Challenged me to settle down and find a way to be happy but not constrained. Beautiful. Brown eyes like the colour of my brandy. Dark brown hair, like the chocolates I bought for her. Skin was white as my helmet. All things and more she became to me. Honeymoon on a different planet. Safe planet she said.....late at night. Intruder detected by alarm. Ran to fight them. Took them out...except the last one. Raised hand in surrender...and he shot her anyway......I killed him....but nothing. Life force spent....
And with that, his reverie ended as he entered the real world hard - by the sound of a man clinking glasses with another man in a toast. He scowled as he downed a mouthful of the brandy.
....fools. Taking me from the only thing keeping me even part together. Fools!....
His career - if you could even call it that - had begun so promsingly. He had advanced quickly to Captain. He had met his wife and married, and it seemed that major would arrive quickly. That would open up possibilities and perhaps even a stable posting. Or so he had thought. After Trixia had died he volunteered for backwater worlds. His record was good enough that most garrison commanders were delighted to have someone with combat experience. His soldiering was more or less the same, although he lacked the passion and vigour. He simply climbed into the cockpit and did his job. When the mission was over he cleaned himself, ate, and drank himself to sleep.
When he had free time, he drank. He barely read the news these days, or spent time on the walkers - that was the job of the techs in Serrons mind. He did not socialize, and wore an expression that put people off, and perhaps there was a little prejudice because he was an alien. He was content to simply drink away his pain. Unfortunately the alcohol had made him angrier, and had gotten him into some pretty nasty fights. His record had saved him and the fact that he had repeatedly voluteered for remote backwaters meant that there was really nothing to do in the way of getting him out of the way. He was simply shuffled from post to post until finally the commanders were sick of him and sent him back to central command.
It wasnt clear what would happen. He could be discharged. He could be sent to the front line as an infantryman. He could be shot. He could be imprisoned. Anything was possible in this galaxy. Only when you were arrogant enough to think you had it made did you get hit by the unexpected. Serron had learned this lesson in the most hard and painful way.
.....so many have died so I can get a bit of self improvement knowledge. Maybe thats the worst of it. That i actually became a better being becuase of it...
Two glasses clinked again behind him. Something snapped in the Falleen as he rose and turned around to the two.
"Enough! Some people are trying to drink!"
It was an angry challenge issued to the two men. He was practicly snarling when he said it. The words were spat out, almost launched at them as if they were sonic projectiles. The two men, obviously military men stood up with furious expressions on their faces.
"Listen green boy. Nobody asked you or wanted your opinion. Shut your face and sit down if you know whats good for you"
Serron downed the rest of his drink and looked at the glass. He shook his head slowly and looked at the men
"I dont think I will. Heres a present"
He hurled the glass at the first man, and it flew past, smashing into the wood of the booth and shattering. The noise dimmed immediatley as the two men launched themselves at the Falleen. Serron was big, strong and tough but he was also drunk. He had no spirit. Still, the blows between the three were vicious as they became embroiled in a kind of three man wrestle. If it wasnt so serious it would have been comical. Punches flew like wildfire until suddenly they were wrenched apart by S.T.A.R.S.
"Captain Dekku again."
"Happy to do my part boys"
The other two were restrained as the leader of the S.T.A.R.S. patrol looked at the bartender.
"Who started this?"
"Should have guessed. I'll be back for the tapes. Jones and Davis escort those two clowns home while Captain Dekku enjoys the holding cell again"
As the one who restrained Serron cuffed him and took him away, the lounge slowly went back to normal.
And strangely enough one odd man in a robe and mask stood. His companion was dressed in the uniform of a Wing Commander. This odd pair exited the lounge as the revelry began yet again.