Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[masterflak]

The Rheinlander looks around.. Several Corsairs are eyeing him angrily.. He fingers his holster, keeping his handgun in reach, just incase things get nasty... "I see I'm not exactly welcome 'ere.." he says in his Rheinland accent.. "But you're all my brothers.. Whether you see that or not, I'm not too sure." He looks down at the table.. Always alert.. His drink arrives.. He takes the cap off, and takes a large swig from the bottle... It burns his throat, all the way down to his gut.. His face scrunches up slightly... He examines the bottle.. It doesnt have a label, it's just a large, black bottle... "This here is some mighty good drink.." He continues to drink from the bottle.. Hoping to avoid any conflicts with his new Brothers..

[RingoW]

2 tables beside of this Rheinlander sat a man not paying too much attention. In his fingers a glas filled with a truly liquid gold. In a slow motion he put the glas on his lipps and sipped from the gold.
After a few seconds one of his hands did slide into his weste pulled out a credits chip and snipped it to the barkeeper.
The drink of this hombre, its on me, Pedro.
All the time he did not look onto he Rheinlander, but slowly he stood up, moved over and took a seat right ahead of him.
So they sat for a while only looking into each others eyes without saying a word.
Finally the Corsair broke the silence.
So senor, you come the way here from Rheinland and claim yourself a brother of Corsairs. What makes you think, we would welcome one of yours with open arms?
Before the Rheinlander could answer, the Corsair raised his hand.
First, Senor, stop praising the cheapest stuff, Pedro has for unwelcomed guests.
With these words he turned his head around to the barkeeper.
Pedro bring our guest a real good drink or shall he think bad about us.
He turned back.
Oh, my name is Benito Huarez and your name is unimportant.
Second, Senor, tell me and my hermanos here something about Corsair and Crete history. Especially what does it mean for us to be a "Ventru".
Then we will see, if you are at least a brother in mind, because a brother in blood you will never become.
With these words he leaned back, curious about, what this Rheinlander might know and say.

[Zelot]

Miguel continued to stand at his place against the wall in the shadows. He watched the Rhinelander closely, and then saw Benito walk over to him. "this should be interesting" Miguel thought to himself, knowing Benito to be a very smart Corsair. Pedro brought him his usually, and with a knowing glance, hurried back behind the bar.

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[masterflak]

The Rheinlander narrows his eyes.. "History, eh? Never my favourite subject.." He sighs.. "The Corsairs begin their existence as evacuees from the crippled Hispania.. More than half of the passengers left the ship.. And found themselves in the Omicron Gamma system, and they landed upon a small planet-- this planet, Crete. Crete wasn't and still isn't known for its vast lands of farmable land.. Which caused widespread famine throughout the Corsair populace.. Which led to cities being built upon the mountains, to preserve what little farmland there is.. For many years, the Corsairs lived a bleak existence.. Their population always ravaged by the food shortages... But that changed as soon as the Zoners came into contact with the Corsairs.. The Zoners didn't care who they sold their goods too, as long as they made money. The Corsairs acted upon this, and had a rough trade going with the Zoners, whom of which supplied the Corsairs with much needed food supplies.. For nearly four centuries, the Corsairs never strayed far from Omicron Gamma and their home, Crete. But this all changed when an exploratory Rheinland group, led by Franz Schulman, entered the Omicron Gamma system.. Seeing this as an opportunity to gain all sorts of supplies, goods, and whatever could be salvaged, the Corsairs attacked the exploratory fleet en masse, and killed everyone but Franz Schulman, which they used to gain control off the mother ship Schiller, which was above their planet. From that point on, the Corsairs would venture out and pirate goods from Traders and the like.. At around 500 AS, the house nations started to call the populace by their current names, the Corsairs. The Corsairs are known as one of the most honourable factions in the Sirius sector. Need I continue?" He sits for a moment.. Then takes another large swig from the bottle, finishing it off.. He hiccups.

[Zelot]

It was at this point that Miguel decided to walk over to the table, nodding to his hermanos as the recognized him, making his way through the room. As he approached the table, he grabbed a chair from a neighboring table. "Ah Benito, hermano, what do we have here? A Rheinalnder? Rheinlander, let me tell you about what "Ventru" means. It is the concept of giving yourself fully to the needs of the Corsair people as a whole. The Ventru familia understood what that meant and made the ultimate gift to their Hermano's. Know what about you?" With that Miguel grabbed the bottle off the table and took a fair gulp of the liquid.

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[masterflak]

The Rheinlander sighs.. "I have to apologize, I've never heard of "Ventru".. You should clearly see by now I only know the plights of the Corsair peoples, their triumphs, and their hate for the Outcasts.. But then, who doesn't hate the Outcasts and their allies?" He says.. Hoping to make some sort of positive effect upon the uncomfortable Corsairs.. "They're quite a plague, really.. But back on topic.. What about me, you ask? Would I offer my life to the Corsairs in order to defend what we believe in, defend our homes, peoples, and everything else? I think I would, and would see it as an Honour to die for the Corsairs." He sighs again.. "Though I would much rather keep myself alive so I can rid this place of corrupt Rheinland Military, the Outcasts, and so much other.. Filth.." He looks down at the table..

[RingoW]

Benito looked at the Rheinlander without any expression in his eyes.
Then he turned his head towards Migual.
"Buenos diaz Elder Sephardi. It seems this hombre here has, at least, made himself familiar with our history, but it seems he did not fully understand the meaning of Ventru yet.
Nevertheless i respect, that he came here, aware not leaving again alive. Very foolish, but brave.
To you senor Rheinlander" and with these words he turned back his head. "I cannot speak for all Corsairs, but may i tell you something. Yes we fight our enemies, but do we hate them? No, because hate makes you blind. Hate makes you forget the respect to your opponent and if you have lost the respect you will start to underestimate your opponent. This senor is a deadly mistake. Some among us are taking the fight with outcasts personally. A luxury we cannot afford. I hope i made myself clear."
He made a break and sipped from his drink to let his words leave an impression to the Rheinlander.
"It is indifferent if you die to fight or if you fight to live. At the end comes the wellfare of Corsair nation. Ever. If you really want to fly with us leave your personal things behind. We are not crusaders. We are not here to fight any pitty corruption in Rheinland. We fight for a better future, to survive, to prosper and to honour us and all Corsairs. Never violate the honour to fly with us nor abuse our trust, we might have to you one day and keep your hands away from our women. ha, haha."
He drained his glass, stood up and slapped on the shoulder of the Rheinlander.
"Proove your worth senor and we will see if you may ever become a brother of Corsairs."
Benito Huarez blinked with his eyes towards Miguel.
"If you would be so kind to excuse me, but i have work to do and i'm sure the Coucil want to question him."
He greeted and left the bar and this Rheinlander to the responsibility of elders.

[masterflak]

The Rheinlander pulls the Crest of the Rheinland Military out from under his shirt, and pulls the chain off of his neck.. He rubs his thumb on it for a moment, removing a smudge.. He pockets the crest, and sighs.. "I see.." He says quietly.. "I guess I have a whole lot more to learn.." He pauses for some time.. In thought.. And hiccups again.. He looks up, and around the room "Am I atleast allowed to drink without some angry glares?" he asks the Corsairs staring at him.. "Thats all I ask.."

[Zelot]

"Hermanos," Miguel spoke up. "This man is under my protection. You will all extend my personal hospitality to this man." With that, Miguel took another gulp of the liquid, as the assembled Corsairs turned back to their collective tables. "Friend, prove your worth, and you will be welcomed here by all. Just don't abuse our hospitality." Miguel turned and headed for the door, making one last comment over his shoulder as he left the bar "I'll be watching you."

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[masterflak]

The Rheinlander sighs once more, and relaxes as the rest of the Corsairs turn back to their drinks.. "Prove myself..? How should I prove myself.." He asks himself, staring at his drink.. He sloshes it around in a glass.. "I hardly know anything about who the other half of me is.. How can I know how to prove myself.." He drinks deep from the glass, and is lost deep in thought..