Jake had dealt with yet another contract for one of his many clients. He had long ago left the military due to something that was never fully disclosed. After he had left the life of a mercenary just seemed to suit him the best. After his fighter had landed he slid his heavy boots off the dash and back onto the floor. It had been a long trip and he had gotten in a good rest, but now being back inside the base station he felt more and more that he needed a drink. The contract had been simple enough, but the target had been a smoking hot woman that had left his blood aflame. And since she was a target he did not sleep with her, that would have not been good...it was a rule he made to himself after the last time. He had the scar to prove it, he didnt appreciate being lied to in an attempt to escape.<br/><br/>His outfit as he walked off the ship was a bit casual but was layered with reinforcement. The material itself was nanoguard, and kept his vital places from being shot at. Plus it had a device he could slap on as a helmet if needed. The outfit itself fitted well around his body but did not hide too well that he was a very fit man. He wasnt overly muscled but took care of his body. Though if they got to see what was under the suit they would find numerous scars from various sources. He had lived a hard life at times...he had been stabbed, shot and a few others. But it didnt deform him, least that was good for him. The clothes themselves were an almost black color but light enough to be called a dark gray with mixes of brown.<br/><br/>His hair was dark red, and was a little bit short, it wasnt painstakingly taken care of but it wasnt unkempt. His eyes could steal the show as they were bright gray and constantly seemed to watch everyone. He walked into the bar and took a seat at the front, tapping the counter to let the bartender know he wanted a drink. He was a regular here most of the time, especially on his returns. He had a large payment and could get a nice buzz going, and who knows where the night may lead? As the bartender put the drink on the table Jake lifted the glass and took the first shot straight. The second would be slower as he turned around and looked at the people bustling throughout the bar.<br/><br/>He then noticed a Federation uniform and raised an eyebrow. Oh she definatly fit it so well, and he felt that old fire ripple through him again. For a moment he debated whether or not to talk to her. But that flame guided him a bit more and the liquor helped him be a little bit bolder. So he turned to face her more fully.<span style="color: #0080ff">"Excuse me, I couldnt help but notice the uniform." </span><span style="color: #000000">Oh he really couldnt ignore it, her body was luscious and seemed to strain against the material and yet seem official at the same time.</span><span style="color: #0080ff"> "What would you be doing so far from regulated space if you dont mind me asking?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>