"Earth-that-was could no longer sustain our numbers, we were so many. We found a new Solar system — dozens of planets and hundreds of moons. Each one terraformed — a process taking decades, to support human life, to be new 'Earths'. The Central Planets formed the Alliance. Ruled by an interplanetary parliament, the Alliance was a beacon of civilization. The savage outer planets were not so enlightened and refused Alliance control. The war was devastating, but the Alliance's victory over the Independents ensured a safer universe. And now everyone can enjoy the comfort, and enlightenment of true civilization."
"Aren't you a little young for that coat, kid?"
He took a swig from his cup, "Not my coat."
The random drunk didn't seem satisfied with the answer, "Then take it off."
"And if I don't feel like it?" The young man said, running a hand through his short brown hair.
"Then I'll rip it from you!" The drunk snapped. The man took a swing at the kid in the brown coat. The kid ducked the punch and brought his own fist upwards into the man's square jaw. The man stumbled backwards into another. Regina is heavily loyal to the Union of Allied Planets, and share their hatred for the Browncoats. Calvin, though, Calvin was only loyal to number one.
"The coats my father's," Calvin spit, "And you aren't allowed to touch it, Punk."
Standing at five eleven he wasn't the biggest, brightest, or even the strongest person in the room. When others stood Calvin knew two things had to happen, either one, he needed to get the hell out, or he needed to fight dirty. Obviously, a man of Calvin's class, he chose the latter.
Calvin whipped out a pistol and aimed it towards the first man that stood, "Look, you all are trying to run a respectable business, and that’s all nice and shiny, but I'm only in here for a drink."
Calvin didn't even see the fist coming before he felt it. Then came the darkness.
He woke up in a field somewhere mumbling to himself, "狗娘养的, that’s the last time I drink on this planet."
His wrist-communicator buzzed, it was an old com device but it suited him just fine. He answered and got a reply, a young woman, probably smiling as she often was, cheerfully answered back, "Hello, Calvin, how's it goin'?"
"Always happy and smiles, ain't ya, Dor?" he asked.
"Pretty much," Dorthy replied. He could almost see the pilots wide grin and her annoyingly messy wild red hair, "Heard you got thrown out of another bar, keep this up and you won't be able to step in any bar in the 'Verse."
"It was one drink, I paid up front this time," he said, "Besides they started it."
"Always do," She said sarcastically, "Does drinking really help?"
"You needing somethin'?" Calvin asked.
"Yep," she said, "Cap'n wants ya, and she sounds mighty angry.’Member those times I've been telling you about where you just need to run away from? This might be one of those."
"Tell my mom I'll be there soon."
"And, Dor," he said almost as if he really needed to say something else.
She seemed to be expectant, "Yes?"
"Where'd we park?" he asked, she didn't answer back, "Dor?"