Corellia, Coronet City, Velorium Camper Bar, 2232 Hours
Noah sat at the Velorium Camper bar, alone, as many of the people around him milled about. Talked, drank, laughed and joked. The bar was actually much more crowded than it looked. He swished around the drink in his glass, some sort of bourbon probably, and tossed it back. He let it warm him from the inside as this was his last night on shore leave before shipping back out to Rondan. He looked around, thinking perhaps he could pick up a few more new faces to join the cause.