Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[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]