(http://img28.imageshack.us/img28/7163/masseffect2wallpaper519.jpg)<br/><br/>May 11, 2281<br/>1730 HRS<br/>Zantelle Starbase, Owl Nebula Cluster<br/><br/>"<em>Voyage has been fairly uneventful so far. We arrived at Zantelle a few hours ago, gave everyone shore leave for six hours. Here's to hopes that maybe we find something useful to do here, maybe find something in the commodities market, or find some cargo or passenger to run of the sort..</em>."<br/><br/>Entropy:<br/>(http://img190.imageshack.us/img190/4495/flux2.png)<br/><br/>Bar Music:<br/>http://youtu.be/42Bjr9e-G8E (http://youtu.be/42Bjr9e-G8E)<br/><br/>Alyx was a bit tired. He would admit it; he hadn't been sleeping quite as he wanted, but there had been work to do. He gave a soft sigh as he leaned forward on the counter a little bit, staring into the small glass filled with bright green liquid. Some of his long almost raven black hair fell a little forward in front of his vision, blocking most of the view of the bar around him. His white cuffs on his black canvas jacket was starting to border on stylish and maybe not so functional; his gray pants and teal turtleneck gave him a somewhat rugged look. A Nova-Shade pistol was strapped to his right leg. His youth was clearly evident despite his age of 24; most of the patrons here were a few years older at him.<br/><br/>Entropy was a pretty light-hearted social hangout spot for anyone who wanted to wind down, and who wasn't looking for anything too rough. Most of the higher-class visitors came here. It was open to anybody, but that was the aire is had seemed to give off since its opening four years ago; it couldn't be helped.<br/><br/>He was sitting at a table in a corner near the windows. He could see the dance floor opposite him and the bar entrance. Keeping an eye on who was coming and going  wasn't proving anything fruitful, but it was a good way to spot a potential customer, or see if trouble would brew. People came to civilian freelancers like him for help with certain issues that'd be too expensive or too pansy for a regular mercenary. Or they would come thinking to pull a shady shennanigan that would turn out to be a scam...<br/><br/>"Would you like me to take that for you?" A waitress had approached him, motioning to his half-empty glass. She was dressed somewhat fancy in a sleeveless top with a snug skirt that reached her knees. Her questioning eyes seemed to know that Alyx wasn't really bothering with his beverage.<br/><br/>"Yeah, here you go." Alyx quickly gulped the entire contents of the glass and handed it to her, momentarily sucking his upper lip as he reached for a paper napkin to wipe his mouth. The waitress smiled as she walked off, leaving him alone once more.