Tonyh was very much looking forward to establishing another base of operations, away from Alliance space, or even imperial space for that matter. Politics were not something he cared that much about, a shame in his mother's view. This supposed flaw had been overlooked by the Vankar matriarch from the moment he had proven a stellar businessman, making the import and export family's company flourish to unexpected heights.

All he wanted was the capacity to operate without governments intervening in either his legal or illegal operations. He disliked hierarchy with a passion, what had strongly participated to his decision to resign from the military. He liked being a free agent, and he planned to keep it as such. That was why Alienor and he worked so well together, besides their romantic entanglements. They hated having to answer to other people; but both valued the riches of solid and reliable partnerships.

"I say this is an excellent plan," he replied without hesitation, his glass now empty. He tossed a credit chip with a generous tip to the waitress passing by, and got up, offering his hand to Alienor.

He pulled her to him as soon as she stood, and they promptly exited the establishment. Truth be told, he found the crowded streets music to his ears after that whatever punk groove in that bar. He didn't mind screaming, but he liked it much better from his enemies, or when they were cries of pleasures from the beautiful blonde on his arm.