Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Lucend]

A pilot was stomping out of the Boozer's Lounge, obviously hungover, but looking dangerous. Lucendez pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger, it was going to be a long day. Juan's personal trading ship just got back to Crete from running Deuterium to Yaren and was scheduled for shore leave for the next week or so. Although Lucendez was happy to see his homeworld once more, a splitting headache was stowing away from the 48 hour trip.

"... going to kill someone!"

Juan's eyes focused on a man, slightly shorter than him with graying hair. He had not noticed him blocking the doorway, but something seemed strange, as if he should recognize the man. The stranger definately wore Corsair garb.

"Good morning, pilot." Was all the Juan could say after examining his outfit, no affiliation, no military insignias. An independent, Juan guessed.

"Not really, TBH." Was all he snapped back with. Disrespect was rife with most Corsairs, including independents, but Juan only smiled and started to move past him, until he saw the engraving on the pistol.

In a millisecond Juan's blood was pumping. He spun around and drew his own pistol, aiming it directly at the stranger. The man also spun after hearing the quick weapon movement, but not before Lucendez tackled him into a table, breaking two of the table's legs. Before the stranger could react, Lucendez held his pistol up.

"Now you're going to tell me who you work for, bounty hunter. Or do you work for Madam Kiromastumi? Or perhaps some Outcast filth that wants his hands on the Nihontō? Speak quickly 'friend.' The Nihontō is destroyed, as you will soon be if you don't tell me exactly who you are and why you're carrying a golden inscribed Kusari revolver."

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"The thirteen saloons that had lined the one street of Seney had not left a trace. The foundations of the Mansion House hotel stuck up above the ground. The stone was chipped and split by the fire. It was all that was left of the town of Seney. Even the surface had been burned off the ground.
Nick looked at the burned-over stretch of hillside, where he had expected to find the scattered houses of the town and then walked down the railroad track to the bridge over the river. The river was there."

Osaika Moto, the Fall and Rise of a Kusari Farmer

Juan Lucendez, √ Corsair