Welcome to The Interdictors Alibi. It might not be the cleanest or safest tavern in this sector (hell, not even in this station), but any commander that has spent enough time in the void will feel right at home. The recycled air of the station combines with the scent of spilled beer, which adds to the welcoming ambiance of the place. Commanders from all walks go to the Alibi to trade stories, make contacts, set up jobs. There are always a few regulars, miners from the Teamsters Logistics Corporation, mainly. But if you made it all the way to Kehperi, it is definitely worth making a pit stop there.

The man behind the bar is Neulen. Some say he used to be a smuggler, and that’s why he gets his booze so cheap. They do brew and distill their own poison at the Alibi, but that is another story. And stories he has quite a few. Rumours have it that some of the stories actually happened to him, and he just changed the names. Others that he just exaggerates and embellishes them for his own amusement. Whatever the truth is, after time out in the black, nothing goes down better than a drink so stiff it could power up a Frame Shift Drive, and a good story to go with it.

Thinking about Sothis? Yeah, I’ve had a couple of CMDRs that have headed that way. In fact, not too long ago, this kid came by wanting to do the Sothis job. I told ‘er, listen kid, no offense, but you don’t want to go there. That’s way outside the bubble. There be monsters out there.

I could tell the kid was green. Spend enough time out in the black, and you can see it in the eyes. Sometimes its subtle, a glint of the dark behind the lids. Sometimes the void is right there in their ocular holes. The deep darkness, it gets you. This kid? This kid looked like she still puked when knocked out of orbital cruise, and I let her know that. I served her a Polluxian Polypurpose Panacea, a house specialty CMDR Polish Dan helps me distill. Told her that’s what it felt like, when the drink almost knocked her off the chair.

And you know what she did? She straightened up, finished the drink, and let out one single magnificent burp. Gotta hand it to her, the kid had guts. Came back every evening after working on her boat, downed a Polluxian plus a couple of other drinks like any other regular spacer.

A couple of Sols later she finished fixing up her Diamondback Explorer, paid her open tab, and threatened to shove me ass-first off an exhaust port if I called her kid one more time.

So the kid, I mean Drexla, was green. But she was determined, that’s for sure. She wanted to do the Sothis Job, earn some cash on the frontier, and maybe rank up with the Federation while she was at it. Not that she had them in too high esteem, but she wanted a Dropship, and you can’t just go to the nearest Fed starport and buy one off the rack. In the frontier they need all the help they can get, and they won’t be too picky as to who does the job. Good way to earn some credentials for back in the bubble.