Tuesday March 18, 2008
Note: Back on Elltooine, Aldo's Snort'n'Chug Lounge was a favored hang-out for ruffians, knockabouts, and the occasional mercenary. For a very brief time Aldo employed a certain amorph... but in order to read that story, you'll need to get your hands on a book.

Following Celeschul's signing to the Joint Forces Treaty with the U.N.S., Aldo was offered a CivCon position. In short order he closed his doors, sold off his contraband, and shipped off to Sol space, where the burgeoning military needed men with his talents.

Given the rare opportunity to choose where to set up shop, he flipped a coin to decide between the battleplates Tunguska and Sudbury. It came up heads, but Aldo survived to be relocated to the Morokweng.

Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse
 Prologue: Drydock
Tuesday March 18, 2008

Transcript

Aldo:I call this drink "sobriety." Don't ask why it's brown.

Now. . . How's the mercenary business?

Captain Tagon:How do you know I'm a mercenary?
Aldo:Orange shirt, blond crew-cut like the prow of an icebreaker, you're one of a kind.
Aldo:I used to run a place on Elltooine called Aldo's.
Captain Tagon:Hey, that's the name of this place.
Aldo:And you've only sniffed that shot of sobriety. It's that good.