'Mercury Sunrise, over easy.'

'Sure thing, Pistol.'

The glass spasmed in Eddie's shaking hands, ringing like a Hotshot choir as each cube of liquid oxygen was dispensed. Whiskey, then orange juice followed with a single drop of X'handrian Ale to kickstart the reaction. The drink churned through a series of psychedelic colours before settling on a quartet of striations: blue, yellow, orange and red--the result was random, chaotic. No two sunrises were the same. It was the only thing colourful on this rock. But Pete wasn't interested in chromogenic beverages; he was interested in whatever had made Eddie nervous--more nervous than usual.

'Everything...copacetic Eddie?'

Eddie grabbed a dirty cloth from under the counter and began wiping the stained bar. 'Sure Pistol. Everything's fine, great. Why wouldn't it be?'

Because you're jumpier than a Telurium miner in a meteor shower. 'Just a feelin' I got, strange vibe on the street. Was wondering if you knew anything.' Pete moved his drink aside as Eddie left a trail of grey across the table.

'No, nothing. Don't get much street in here now.'

Pete's lunged across the bar, grabbing Eddie by the collar.