McCool's Tavern - Freeport 1

[kpjwateridge]

So far unnoticed and completely ignored, Kazai Nakara sat alone in the farthest edge of the bar. The most recent attack had managed, via some unfortunate set of circumstance, to damage the docking releases that kept his battered transport moored to the station. He was, for all intents and purposes, stuck. Stuck in an area of space where someone from Kusari is rare. Relations between Kusari and Rheinland had improved over the years and, as if on a international politics see-saw, war with Bretonia had crushed what respect Kusari and the Brets had for one another.

Kusari are rare to venture from home now.

At the sight of the congregation that had gathered around a table, Kazai chuckled inwardly. Ever since the Order had somehow, mysteriously saved Sirius from impending doom; they had grown more and more bold. They were still not an immediate presence in the houses, but their shadowy operatives could be found quite easily, if you were looking. They were masters at "being seen but not noticed". Clearly, this group had missed some memo about that; cheering and boisterous, they had appeared to abandon typical Order modus operandi. Their funeral.

He picked out a small information Pad and examined it. The cargo hold of the Esashi-Maru was emptied and his H-Fuel cargo sold. Being part of the GMG had it's uses; namely one of the most sought after commodities in the known worlds. He was scheduled to return through Rheinland; pick up some food rations or oxygen on the return trip to the Naha.

Looked like it would be a long wait, though. Great.

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