(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br/><br/>5 years ago<br/>Location - Beaumonde a small bar<br/>Npc Open, noticing Aaron<br/><br/><br/>Babs was still some hazy, real hazy there had been some trouble and she had been well and truly screwed. That nice Captain he had said she would be real safe, then he sawed the creds, he was supposed to be a ruttin’ browncoat. Alex  he had made sure even James had before they went off, but that bastard sold her out. Least he had tried to. He must of guessed because of her age she was easy, but he did not figure a few other things on the plate.<br/><br/>She knowed he was not to marry her and he was a lying to her friends, her comrades, the one he was a goin’ to leave her but it was worse than a damned farce. As it was she ran with a ferret (mother of one she has now) and a plant and some other bits and doings. There was something’s one did not do and that was selling someone off to the alliance.<br/><br/>As it happened she was the one that was trouble so Babs in her usual; manner slipped into the crowd, and went to one of the smaller bars, mostly they were safe and she just needed to stock up and look for some supplies and maybe work. Still finishing her drink the reader paused for a moment and looked about, surreptitiously of course. There was a tension in the air and there were uniforms…though she was not the only one troubled there were a few.<br/><br/>One was likely notable perhaps, in the scheme of things; he might need an exit just as she did. She looked like some lad from the streets and slowly walked to the bar to get a drink passing Aaron, he got one glance and that was it as she quietly asked for some creds… there was nothing unusual in that.<br/>