The clinking glasses brimming with vodka were drowned out by the near-deafening music being blasted out of the bar's speakers. "Akula, akula!" Yelled the squad of Eteno, all dressed in their blue, casual uniforms. Now, naval infantrymen continued the tradition, long after the war on Earth. Seven glasses were emptied in short order by seven Eteno, with jovial expressions seemingly frozen onto their faces. All were bathed in the dark purple light. "Oh, alright, for all of you. So, you guys all know Ion, right?" Everyone nodded slowly in agreement. "Go on, man!" Veaceslav urged. "What'd you replace?"