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Of course the sergeant was a bit happier than usual, not having to keep up with his people or worry about someone breathing down his neck. Well, there was Petra, but she was from the Capper platoon, not general troops like him. Why it was the superior NCO bothered to affiliate with him was rather beyond his comprehension, but he did his best to not question a good thing, having had a pleasant run-in or two with her here at Vogel's, and the pair just deciding that it was a fun-enough way to spend their time off.

Friends were few for the ranks of the Coalition's non-commissioned officers, especially on an occupied world.

Quietly did the Ithacan's eyes dance around the place, fairly empty save for one or two frequents sitting at the bar itself, the sergeant refusing to sit until his friend had arrived. Thomas didn't want her to think he wasn't there. If he wasn't, who would the two talk to about the pains of non-commissioned life?

Being a sergeant was miserable work, he supposed, but worth it.