Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Zavier]

A deep rumbling echoed throughout the establishment as a large Praefect class Cruiser set down in the Starport. A bright green Benitez(CC)-Atlas could be seen along the side with Praetor Zavier Benitez, emblazoned beneath it. Technicians swarmed over the mammoth ship as it showed barely-repaired damage---One of the massive pontoons on the end of the wings had been ripped clean off, and a gaping hole where sparks stormed out of could be seen.

Several minutes after the Atlas had landed, a tall man, almost completely bald, entered the Boozer's lounge. He signalled the barkeep for two Baijiu and a Cretan spiced rum, as he headed towards the near-passed out Kusarian Corsair at the bar. The tall, bald strangers right hand could be seen in a splint as he sat down, next to the older-than-he Corsair at the bar.

The barman brought the drinks and Zavier grabbed one of the Baijiu bottles, and stood. grimacing, he declared "The Benitez have returned to Crete after this cowardly attack by the Libertonian "Security" Force, to better defend it from the likes of such cowards." He threw the drink back, and forced back a gag as the Kusarian acid-tasting drink burned his throat.

Several smaller ships--Titans mostly, but with several Praetorians mixed in-- soared through the atmosphere of Crete, with Benitez markings and insignia on their fuselages.
The Benitez ships all landed around the damaged Praefect in a near-perfect circle.

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"Freelancer Alpha dash niner, this is Freeport 7 control, You are cleared for departure. Good luck out there."

Soldato Zavier Benitez, Benitez flight instructor.