A meeting in Hell

[Zelot]

Ze'ev came into the Islay cloud, silently cutting the nebulous gas with the wings of his sleek eagle. A quick transmission to the docking control at Islay and he was parked in the fighter bay. A familiar face greeted Barak at his ship. An old shiphand named Brett who Ze;ev had drank with several times. A short embrace and the two men began to talk.

"Brett, what do you know of this Grim?" The former farmer asked quietly.

"Well, ee's been around the movement for years, but ee's always keept a low profile and operated at the edge of the movement. Den, when the NLH leadership started to stumble, ee jumped up to take the helm. They say ee's old school and ee don't mind gettin ee's hands dirty." The ship hand replied.

"Thanks, where can I find the dockmaster?" Brett pointed to a gruff looking man at a panel against the wall.

Ze'ev made his way to the man, quickly he whispered in the man's ear "Crushed Velvet Corpsegrinder." Barak then when back to his Eagle, pulled out 2 bottles of sake, opened one took a sip from the bottle and handed it to Brett.

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