Sam frowned for a moment, considering the answer. "I think we're being pushed into a war none of us want by these so called Powers. But ultimately, they can't force us to fight and well, if none of us, there wouldn't be a war. Good and evil I believe in, I've seen it, both here and at home," he shrugged with an easy smile. "I was involved in a war back home, where the sides were beginning to blur into each other. Now I'm here, I'm staying well clear of any of that stuff. Strictly neutral. I've got my club, got my girlfriend and we've got a baby on the way. I'm not fighting in anyone's war again."

The smile grew wider as Sam stood up. "Why don't you come over to the bar now and we can see what you can do. Can't be much worse than me before I started out, we didn't have any of these cocktails back home. All moonshine from the engineers that tasted like something the engines actually rejected."