McCool's Tavern - Freeport 1

[Doc Holliday]

Doc finished his meal as Dane took a seat before him. Doc wiped his mouth with his napkin and the waiter took the dishes away. He then poured another drink, one for Dane and one for himself.

"I will be leaving for Gran Canaria in the morning hours," he started in a casual voice, "Bretonia has asked for a conference with the major Zoner factions so I wish to get ready."

He took a sip of his drink, "No doubt, Freeport 1 and this whole system will come up. The Crown has always wanted it, forcing policy upon it over the years in hopes the Zoners will leave. I, for one, will take any Bretonian claims on this base or the system as a deal breaker. But...it is your base and I cannot represent something that is not mine."

He paused a moment and continued, "So, I propose this. Come to the conference on my shuttle or authorize me to represent you and the terms that you will accept and not accept." He smirked a bit, "Do make those terms firm and non-negotiable like you did with the Rheinlanders. It worked!"

"If you choose to go, you have enough people here to hold the fort. Either way, your interests will be at hand."

He took another sip and smiled, "You did well, Dane. Yes, lives were lost and people hurt but you asserted yourself and held your ground." He paused again as his smile grew a bit, "And I remember you feeling that you were too young and not the man for the job."

Doc sat a moment, giving Dane a chance to respond.

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