Starfield:Last Nova Bar Computer

Last Nova Bar Computer

<Add description of terminal>

Menus

Security Controls
Drinks	Some of the mates have been complaining about watered-down drinks, like it's my fault we're serving this piss. Not my fault they haven't been putting in the work to keep us supplied the way we should be. Maybe they should spend less time hanging at the bar and more at the Mission Boards.
Rats	Naeva's on edge lately. Part of it is vouching for Rake, but she's been burned before. What's bloody changed is the timing. We're spread thinner than marmite right now, and the whole crew knows it. Maybe this new rook will pan out, but if things keep going bad, it's gonna be like rats leaving a sinking ship.
A legacy	This whole business with Kryx's Legacy has got the Nova buzzing. Personally, I think it's a whole lot of shite, but if I'm wrong I'll be the first one to admit I was a bloody fool. Had plenty of experience with that losing Maddie already. Anyway, more creds will mean better drinks, and a cheerier mood around the pub. But if it ain't real, it'll be up to me to drown the sorrows.
A new legacy	The Nova's never been this lively. Hell, even my spirits seem to have climbed a rung or two. Just now some rook called me "Fergus" and I didn't even blow his brains out. Just patted him on the back and poured him another drink. In fact, I kind of liked the sound of it. Fergus. Maybe this is a sign from Maddie that I need to retire from this life, and take the name "Bog" with it. Lots of possibilities either way. It's a new day.
More rats	This crew is bloody cursed. Not only did the new rook turn out to be a rat, they handed the Legacy over to SysDef on a silver platter. Even if we survive this fight, we don't have the creds to survive a war. Maddie, I'll see you soon love.