The directions you've been given by E.H lead you further and further into the Outer Rim. Its a dangerous path that you shouldn't be following without a Nikke, but you can't help yourself. E.H said it was a treat. She wouldn't double cross you, would she? As the doubts begin to set it, the smell of food reaches your nose. The sounds of a busy restaurant draw you in closer. Criminals of all walks of life eye you the second you step inside the ruined alcove of a hotel. Even though you aren't in your commander's uniform, they see right through you and some of them reach for rifles, but before they can make a move against you, a loud voice bellows out.

Hold 'ja 'orses, Boss says he's one 'f us! C'mon, Newcomer, I ain't gonna bite.

The burly man behind the counter grins at you. He's got metal plates screwed into his skull in places and goggles fixed over his eyes. He slaps his fat belly as you walk up. He's wearing a torn up Veterans' Affairs wifebeater, but something tells you he was never a commander.

Welcome 't

"Fat, Bald, 'n Ugly"

, if 'y can't tell, that's me. Finest restaraunt 'n the Outer Rim, if 'y can believe it. Wha' can I getcha, Newcomer?

His grin only widens as he speaks to you, leaning over the bar while sliding two menus over. One is marked A and the other is marked B. They have the same basic items, except the A menu is significantly more expensive.