Star-Prince.

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"Hey, Star-Prince."

He knows that will grab the others attention. Vega needs to be careful not to be seen, so he's unfortunately stuck in a pair of civvie's clothing. He hates it. He loves the feeling of the alliance uniform against his chest, but he can't risk his new position. He had risen through the ranks and found himself as one of the leaders in charge of the recent military base on Omega. A hard job, but they were managing all right... at least for now.

"Haven't had any reports about you lately. You getting smarter or are my men getting sloppy?"

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Quill's head jerks toward the sound of someone calling him the wrong name... again... More like usual. His expression eases quickly though, into a small, easy smile, when he sees Alliance officer.

His eyes not so subtly give the man a once-over. Sure, it wasn't the Alliance uniform that he liked seeing James Vega in, but he had to admit that the guy looked good in the civvies too. They still fit to his muscles like they were a size too small on him. Quill glances around to make sure there weren't any other Alliance soldiers around them, thankfully there weren't many on Omega in the first place, and especially not in this more lawless area of an already lawless station. Once he's sure they're not going to be bothered, he tilts his head toward some crappy dive bar, motioning for Vega to follow along.

"Why can't it be both, big guy? Believe it or not, I've been staying out of trouble the past few days," That was a lie. "Your men do need some work, though."