Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Gentle]

Gentle approached the bar door with a fair amount of curiosity. Many months had passed since his encounter with the Hermano called Ares. At that time Gentle was almost classed as a traitor to the Corsair cause. In his heart Gentle had always held the interests of the pirates of Crete in his best interest but had many times been shunned for his broad spectrum of beleifs. Much had changed in the heart of Gentle since that time. He knew now there could be no reconcilliation between the warring pirate factions despite his best intentions. Gentle could not hope to heal wounds that had widened and festered for so long.

news that the SCRA were at war with the corsairs of Crete had reached Gentle through channels that had remained open to him during his exile. His decision to pull together the scattered remnants of the Omega Pirate Guild had come easily. After a brief discussion with Montoya who had been both a critic and an admirer Gentle made the calls to the relevant people to begin the resurection of the OPG.

It was time to face his people once more and end his exile on the fringes of Piracy. Stepping through the bar door he noticed many familiar faces and many of those seemed unsure if they should reach for sidearms or pull up a chair.

"Hola hermanos" Gentle quietly intoned. Gentle reached behind the door and manifested a crate of his favourite sirius60 whisky. The 60% strength whisky had been a reconcilliator for gentle for a long time and his hope was that his Hermanos would feel the same way.

"Any of you that would share a drink with me will find me in the booth at the back. Know that I am here as your brother in arms. never again will I allow a division to form between any of us. Should it take me the rest of my natural life I will assist you all in returning the Corsair people to harmony and peace. Please forgive me"

Gentle sat the crate of whisky upon the bar and took a bottle for himself to the darkened booth.

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The Madness of the Pirate King