Shas'nel T'au Dorah'Por, known as Fireblade Stillwater, steps out of his hovel with a hood over his head. The Imperial grip on the planet was weak, but Xenophobia was still an issue. He looked around at the drab and poor area in which he lived, sighing.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #808000">I miss T'au...</span></span>he thought, thinking back to his days as a Cadre Fireblade, before the messy conflict stranded him without a unit on this filthy and unenlightened planet. Still a proud warrior of his race, he dared not use his gear in public - his armour was covered by a thick robe, his weapon concealed in a bad that might easily carry heavy tools. As he walks away from his hovel, he looks to the east, and begins walking towards the tavern. One particular human had pointed him towards this establishment, saying that an undiscerning man might make a way off the planet there. And Fireblade Stillwater wanted to get off the planet. He guided his muscular frame toward this particular location on a march that took him almost four hours.<br/><br/>As he thought back on his past as a Cadre Fireblade, he stopped by the stall of one particular woman. She was selling stew to passing workers in the Hive, and Fireblade Stillwater always enjoyed her particular way of greeting. He walked up to her and said in his usual gruff tone.<span style="color: #808000">"Hello, Sally. How's the stew today?"</span>Sally looked up at him, a big fat grin on her face.<span style="color: #BF80FF">Well, the stew's as awful as always, but today I have some extra, so it sells cheaper! How's you, then, Stillface, as dreary as usual?"</span>Fireblade Stillwater smiles at the woman, enjoying her dance with insolence.<span style="color: #808000">"Oh, I am on my way to a place that may see me off this planet. It may just be that this is my last normal day here, so I thought I would swing by and listen to your crow's voice once more. Hand me some of that stew, then, will taste better now that you won't rob me blind for it."</span>He stood for a full fifteen minutes chatting with the old woman before handing back the stew bowl and continuing on his way. His last day, now that was quite the concept. After two more hours of walking, his heart was in his throat, as he looked upon the bar. He opens the door, peeping inside.<br/><br/>Seeing the patronage of the bar, he quickly understood why the human placed so much emphasis on<span style="font-style: italic">undiscerning</span>when he explained the opportunities there. Fireblade Stillwater looked on the scene with dread before spotting some of his own kin. He snuck in and tried to move over to the female Tau without raising any attention.