CHAPTER 02: Distant Cabana [2130 hrs.] July 02, 2014, 05:41:33 AM [Sten Covington] Attn Auctor Lucan"Come on Ranger, I got an idea." And so did the grizzled veteran as he headed down the beach, though not before flagging down a holographic server to make sure a case of the India Pale Ale he'd enjoyed so far would be on its way to the destination he had in mind. Part of Sten felt a little guilty at the thoughts that had been running through his mind. Evelyn was an attractive little thing, if young enough to be his daughter. And even though she was Scottish and he English, she was still from his native island and there were precious few people from the Old Country around. And in her, he felt this connection to the land that had birthed his ancestors and where he still maintained a home. And that made her even more appealing to him. Not to mention how she'd so casually mentioned she was wearing nothing but her skin under her flight suit and did not object to the comment he made.It had been a bit of a walk, but before long pilot and Deck Chief reached a lone cabana that was set a little above the high tide line. It was a simple affair made of bamboo and thatched with palm fronds, set with a few comfortable chaises and some wicker furniture, as well as the case of beer he had asked for. As he sat down, Sten unslung his guitar and adjusted its output again, instead selecting a traditional acoustic sound. "So Evelyn, anything you'd like to listen to? Something with a beat or something mellow?"