Doctor Raphael Vitella entered the bar, breath smelling like whiskey. "The usual, if you have any left." Raphael Vitella said to the bartender as he sat down at a table. "Long day in Med-Bay? I don't blame ya for wantin' to get hammered. People gettin' into scraps, folks who are workin' on preparin' the colony ship for the long haul pushin' their equipment to the limit, and rumors of more ships arrivin' before it's ready to leave must be puttin' a lot of pressure on the CMO. By the way, we are out of your usual, so you will have to make do" A barmaid said to Doctor Raphael Vitella as she approached with a bottle of rum and a couple of shot glasses. Raphael Vitella filled both shot glasses and drank it. "Even if those ships arrive before the colony ship is ready to make its maiden voyage, we're gonna have to leave people behind. People who are no condition to be moved, people who will have to stay aboard the station to make sure the launch is successful, people who don't want to leave the only place they call home, those who see stayin' here as the safe bet, and the few fools who see everyone who doesn't want to throw away their lives on some quixotic quest to retake Eden Prime and its colonies as cowards. I wouldn't be surprised if you overheard some of them spout that spiel about how the military is regroupin' for a counterattack that will retake what was lost." Doctor Raphael Vitella said to the barmaid before picking up the bottle and gulping down the rum, the barmaid walking away from his table. "Idiots. I don't blame 'em for wantin' to have hope in time of crisis, but they've got to accept reality. Every soldier and pilot onboard this shipyard and any troops that might arrive before the colony ship's maiden voyage are all that is left of the Military." Doctor Vitella said to himself, too drunk to care if anybody overheard his conversation.