Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Zelot]

Miguel Sephardi walked into the bar, slowly, limping slightly and dirty...very dirty. He went up to Pedro at the bar, "I just got a new bottle of Irish Whisky for you Miguel" Pedro said with alittle pride. Irosh Whisky was alittle hard for a Corsair bartender to get, being made in Dublin and such. "Pedro, I donn't know what I'd do with out you." Miguel responded, pulling a 5,000 credit card out of his pocket, and pulling a small silver chain and pendient, " For your wife, my freind." he said handing it to Pedro. Miguel looked at the bottle as Pedro went to get a glass, The label said "Tully" and nothing else, it made Miguel wonder, Pedro had told him he had a freind who was a smuggling ship captain, and that he usaly came here after Battleship hood, so Miguel knew where the bottle came from, but as Pedro returned, his thought turned to a deeper question. "Pedro, have you ever traveled?" opening the bottle and pouring two glasses he said, "I've been from Crete to California and back again, from Honshu to Omega 49. I have traveled near and far in Sirius, but I'll tell you what. The only place I want to be right now, is here, looking out at those mountans, and hearing the stories of young warriors, with more courage than brains." With that Pedro emptied his glass, and went down the bar to take care of a small group of Benitez pilots.



Miguel picked up the bottle and walked over to a table, sitting down, he rememberd how sore he was. He had been working on his new light fighter all day. This Tiger Shark was one of the fastest ships he had ever seen, but it's armour was paper thin, and it took three times the maintance work as his titan. There was an old joke abhout english cars, he never quite understood the joke untill now, this ship was definatly an english car. Miguel poured himself another glass, and sat back in the booth, slowly sipping his whisky and watching the pilots come in and out.

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