Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Zelot]

Miguel Sephardi was walking up the street, having just gotten out of the cockpit. As he walked past the bar, he noticed a few folks inside. This was unusual, as for the past few months, it had been empty. Since the failed invasion of Rheindland, it seemed his brothers have had very little desire to socilize. Miguel decided to go in, he could use a drink.

As he entered the bar, he noticed Elder Yanez sitting next to a man in a wheelchair, but as he looked closer, Sephardi noticed it was in fact, Elder Montoya. Sephardi had heard about his fall, but did not relize he was out of the medical ward yet.

Sephardi walked up to the bar, " Irish Whisky, neat. " Sephardi asked the barkeep. The bartender poured the drink and slid it to the Corsair. Sephardi emptied the glass in one gulp. "Another," he barked " And another Irish Whisky, and a beer." The bartender put the drinks together, and carefully balancing the drinks, he walked over to the table where the Elders were sitting.

As Sephardi approched both Elders looked up. Sephardi set the drinks on the table and sat down. "Elders, a drink on me." he said. " Gents, these are trying times." He said standing back up alittle and raising his voice a bit so everyone in the bar could hear. " Brothers, these are inded trying times, but it is in trying times that we count on each other the most. It is in these times that we find out who it is we are. Since Elder Manico's death, we have been a shell of our former selves. Mabye, just mabye, this is just what we need, it is time to come back together, it is time to leave our loss in Rheindland behind and remember that, we are warriors." As Sephardi spoke his voice became louder and louder. " We are bred from warriors, and we are the true Guardians of Crete, the Defenders of Omicron Gamma. We Are The Brotherhood!" With every word, Miguels face became more red. "Brothers, we must put away this idea that we cannot fight for ourselves. Why is it that the SCRA think they can dictate so much to us, it's because we make them think it. We are Corsiar, we are the most feroicus warriors in Siruis, people fear us, people envy us, and it's time we remembered that. It's time to get off our ass, stop feeling sorry for ourselves, and get back to buisness!!" Sephardi raised his glass high over his head, as did the assembled bar crowd. " VIVA LA CORSAIRS!!! VIVA LA HERMANOS!!! LONG LIVE THE BROTHERHOOD!!!" And with that Sephardi threw back the drink, emptied it in one gulp, and then flung the glass against the wall, shattering it in a million peices. Others begain to follow and soon there was a thin layer of ground glass all over the bar floor.

All over the bar, groups of Corsairs were drinkning and singing old songs from thier youth. Miguel Sephardi looked around the bar, and then back at the Elders, he sat down, "Now this is the bar I remember."

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