Barrier Gate teemed with the usual hustle and bustle of commerce. The bazaars were buzzing with activity as traders calls echo'd across the crowded corridors. Three levels above, sat in one of the scarcely used conference rooms Edward Brisbane awaits the arrival of Ronaldo Benitez.
A swirl of cigar smoke hung above Brisbane's head before disappearing into the ventilation system. The meeting wasn't for several minutes but he'd always made it a point to be the first to be seated at a negotiations. It gave him the position of power, the top dog, the big kahuna, the proverbial king of his domain. It was an old power play his mother taught him, something subconscious that associates the first person you see with having control. She'd had plenty of experience working with Interspace Commerce negotiating deals all over Sirius, naturally she embellished her stories when he was younger including one were she had sold horn insurance to a herd of rampaging bulls. Odd he'd think of that old chestnut at a time like this, he looked down at the transmissions from Senor Benitez, the logo looked very similar to a rampaging bull...
Brisbane hadn't had dealings with the Corsairs, at least not in such a formal fashion. He knew they were a powerful and determined people, how else could they of survived out in the Omicrons?
It was almost time, Brisbane tapped the ash from his cigar, clasped his hands and waited...
