Aidan walks through the long metal corridors till his eyes catch a bar called the 'Drunken Astronaut'. He swings the door open and enters the building. Everyone turns his head to Aidan and his seals. They quickly focus back to their own business, clearly not wanting to catch the attention of an Inquisitor. People were usually afraid of Inquisitors. He couldn't blame them since the Pantheon probably held the most power in the galaxy, apart from the Terran Council.
He sits down on a stool in front of the bar and slams his hand on the counter, catching the attention of the bartender. The sweaty man quickly makes his way to Aidan and puts up a warm smile. "To what do I own the honor of serving one of the most holy Inquisition? What will it be?" Aidan quickly glances over the man, but his attention quickly drifts off to the list of drinks. "I'll just have Temodian Whiskey. Pour in another as soon as a pink haired lady walks in." The bartender nods and gets out a brown bottle. He quickly pours the content in a small glass and slides it to Aidan who catches it in his hand and downs the drink in one go. He shakes his head in response to the burning liquid gliding down his throat and looks at the bartender again.
"And now for information. What's the news on the station? No signs of dark cults I hope?" The bartender quickly holds up his hands and shakes his head. "Noooo... Nothing worth mentioning here. We're just a small space station that welcomes newcomers to the Sol System. All devote believers of the Pantheon here. May Kaadilan guide our righteous path and all that. Though there are dark tales from travelers that come from the all over the galaxy..." This makes Aidan raise an eyebrow and lean on the counter. "Go on..."
He sits down on a stool in front of the bar and slams his hand on the counter, catching the attention of the bartender. The sweaty man quickly makes his way to Aidan and puts up a warm smile. "To what do I own the honor of serving one of the most holy Inquisition? What will it be?" Aidan quickly glances over the man, but his attention quickly drifts off to the list of drinks. "I'll just have Temodian Whiskey. Pour in another as soon as a pink haired lady walks in." The bartender nods and gets out a brown bottle. He quickly pours the content in a small glass and slides it to Aidan who catches it in his hand and downs the drink in one go. He shakes his head in response to the burning liquid gliding down his throat and looks at the bartender again.
"And now for information. What's the news on the station? No signs of dark cults I hope?" The bartender quickly holds up his hands and shakes his head. "Noooo... Nothing worth mentioning here. We're just a small space station that welcomes newcomers to the Sol System. All devote believers of the Pantheon here. May Kaadilan guide our righteous path and all that. Though there are dark tales from travelers that come from the all over the galaxy..." This makes Aidan raise an eyebrow and lean on the counter. "Go on..."