Sergeant Omen
Arc Trooper Sergeant of the 41st Elite Corps
Omen smiled at the crowded room. It was the first one of what he thought would be many free beer and wine tasting nights that would refine the Mando pallet. Who knows, maybe he could get rid of some tables in favor of shelves. Either way, the place was abuzz with armored people of both young and old, couples and singles of all different species all together talking, laughing with drinks in their hand. It felt better this way, just happiness instead of bloody even though everyone here knew that wouldn't last. The next raid or invasion was just around the co0rner so everyone was trying to get their slice of fun before they got shipped off. The only question now was who would come through the front door next.