Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[maga]

Magia shifted in her chair, startled by the abrupt entrance of the engineer. "What's all this excitement? Ah, I hate being out of the loop!" Magia tossed her hands in the air dramatically. "Well, whatever crazy plot you gentlemen have cooked up this time, if you need any assistance - even though I'm just steering that trashy ship of mine - I'll be nearby. Every last body counts, eh?" She laughed, not expecting anyone to take her seriously, but meaning it just the same.

[Lucend]

Lucendez cocked an eyebrow. "Ready?! What's ready?" He watched the engineer rush out and looked at Magia with concern.

"Listen brother, perhaps you'd best explain exactly what this," Lucendez peeked at his datapad "Black Emerald is. And exactly why our enemies would want it? I'm a bit skeptical at the moment, but if you need my Titan I am at your disposal." Lucendez gave a quick nod and downed his drink.

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"The thirteen saloons that had lined the one street of Seney had not left a trace. The foundations of the Mansion House hotel stuck up above the ground. The stone was chipped and split by the fire. It was all that was left of the town of Seney. Even the surface had been burned off the ground.
Nick looked at the burned-over stretch of hillside, where he had expected to find the scattered houses of the town and then walked down the railroad track to the bridge over the river. The river was there."

Osaika Moto, the Fall and Rise of a Kusari Farmer

Juan Lucendez, √ Corsair

[custo'-benitez]

'bah! I wish I could help, but I still have a virus running rampant in the neural net, and some bloody saboture has messed the engines and wings up... My god, they will pay for that when I get back in space.' Custo' sat back with a dark look on his face and brooded over the tempory loss of his ships. The engineers of Crete would have them fixed soon enough though. They would have too...

Custo' suddenly looked up and examined the metal plate attatched to Lucend's face. 'Hermano, you could always get that plate replaced with a optronic eye like mine you know. They cost a bundle but they're worth it. Sharpened up my sight in my left eye a dream.'

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[center]The blood of the Hispania runs in my veins, the blood of my enemies shall wet my hands.
Life story: From birth 'till death I serve the Corsair Empire

Flight log: Each day, the fight continues

Forum accounts: Jammi (main account), Fanatic (Xeno) and last but not least Custo' Benitez (Corsair)[/center]

[Zelot]

Sephardi walked into the bar, it had been some time since he had been here. His duty at Yaren station had kept him away for quite a while. He walked up to the bar, "Burbon neat", he said. He had met a new recruit in New York today, and escorted him back to gamma. He had bankrolled his starup but was sure the brotherhood bank would repay him. So while he was in gamma he figured he'd stop by the bar to see if anything was going on.

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[chavez]

Teresa sadly entered the bar and sat to the bar-desk. The Brotherhood has just lost another Elder, Alexander. She took out her comm device and started to compose a message for the rest of the brothers.

Message to: The Brotherhood
Comm ID: Teresa Chavez

Brothers and sisters!

I have another sad news for you. I just came from the Crete's Hospital where I spoke to Dr. Callisto, the chief doctor of surgery department. They tried all they could, including the latest method called 'Radiofrequency Ablation' (RFA) which was combined with chemotherapy but the lung tumor was already too developed and there was noting to be done to save him.

Brother Alexander passed away today at 4:32am Crete's time.

Teresa Chavez out.

After she sent the message, Teresa left her espresso unfinished and headed to her Centurion. Only the stars were allowed to witness her cry today...

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If I die, I forgive you, father. If I live we shall see.....Teresa Chavez

[Lucend]

"Actually ... I'm having an eye-piece being imported from Kusari. This plate isn't going to be here for long, I assure you. And this new one is going to be special, thermal imaging and built in micro-computer. Amazing really."

Juan noted Theresa's entrance and exit. Reading the message, Lucendez closed his pad and looked at his friends.

"Something has happened. Sorry I can't discuss it, but I've got some Elder work to do." Juan kissed Magia and paid for Custo's drink. He headed outside and towards his private residences to pick something up.

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"The thirteen saloons that had lined the one street of Seney had not left a trace. The foundations of the Mansion House hotel stuck up above the ground. The stone was chipped and split by the fire. It was all that was left of the town of Seney. Even the surface had been burned off the ground.
Nick looked at the burned-over stretch of hillside, where he had expected to find the scattered houses of the town and then walked down the railroad track to the bridge over the river. The river was there."

Osaika Moto, the Fall and Rise of a Kusari Farmer

Juan Lucendez, √ Corsair

[maga]

Magia frowned, annoyed at Lucendez' secrecy. There was so much about this Elder business that she hated. She sighed as he slipped out the door, then waved towards the bar tender once more. "I need something strong," she said, hoping to get her mind on something else. That metal, then this... there were just too many things changing too quickly.

Magia turned back to the cluster of people in front of her. "Is being around him this frustrating for everyone else? Seems like he runs off first chance he gets." The bar tender brought her a tall, strong whiskey sour. She tossed back a good portion of it, then cringed as the burn hit her throat.

[custo'-benitez]

Custo' yawned sleepily. The last few nights had been rough. Sleeping in the bar! Bah, if only he'd had his ships. At least sleeping rough in YOUR ship has some dignity. He ordered something that might wake him up and read a status report on how his ships progress was. Meh, not good. Less than half done, it would be a while yet.

The veiw screen in the corner flickered on in time to catch the end of a Crete news bullitin which was describing a small skirmish with some Outcasts in Omicron Theta. The news reader smirked and read out the next story. 'Cirrosis of the liver has risen substancialy over the last few years in brotherhood pilots.' On Crete sufferers of alcohol related illnesses were simpily considered to not be able to hold their drink. Custo' looked down at at his drink... Hell with it, I'm not a brotherhood pilot. He grinned to himself and downed it.

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[center]The blood of the Hispania runs in my veins, the blood of my enemies shall wet my hands.
Life story: From birth 'till death I serve the Corsair Empire

Flight log: Each day, the fight continues

Forum accounts: Jammi (main account), Fanatic (Xeno) and last but not least Custo' Benitez (Corsair)[/center]

[custo'-benitez]

Custo' was still angry over the loss of his ships and relegation to the pub. Those engineers had better do a good job. He hadn't been in space for over a week now. A report he'd been sent was that the neural virus was being reversed. Slowly and painfuly. So far one other craft had been semi-repaired to the extent it could fly (but not communicate, use scanners or for some reson, use life support.) Custo's personal communicator bleeped. He looked down at the screen fell out his chair backwards and ran out the bar, ran back into the bar, picked his drink up and ran back out again. They were finished!

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[center]The blood of the Hispania runs in my veins, the blood of my enemies shall wet my hands.
Life story: From birth 'till death I serve the Corsair Empire

Flight log: Each day, the fight continues

Forum accounts: Jammi (main account), Fanatic (Xeno) and last but not least Custo' Benitez (Corsair)[/center]

[Zelot]

Sephardi walked into the bar, it had been quite a while since he had been here, but nothing had changed. He had thought about this place during his long stay in Delta. The bar at Yaren couldnt compare, looking out the window, the view of the mountains was breathtaking. Sephardi walked to the bar, " Whiskey......scratch that, a beer." he said to the bartender, who he didnt know. Although he hated beer, it was Manicos drink of choice, and he was thinking of the departed Elder at that moment. Miguel had just come from his best lady, his gunboat "Sicarri", in space, there had been another squable with Ares and his SCRA boys. "man, they got some nerve" he thought to himself. The bartender returned with his beer, and as he drank it, he begain to remember why he hated this swill so much. "whiskey as well." he barked. As he sipped his beer, he became lost in thought.

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