An odd yet intriguing place this station Ronaldo thought to himself. He had arrived on Barriers gate several hours ago. A lone Decurion in the Border between Liberty and Bretonia, no-one would expect the Commandante of the Benitez Family to pilot it. He had been under heavy escort all the way to edge of Manchester and that’s where the escort remained.
The local security detail had been flown in by a contractor and was awaiting the Commandantes arrival at the docks. As they made their way across the base the locals hardly paid attention to them. They sounded like the regular outcast visitors and everyone thought they were.
The bazar was buzzing as the group made their way across the main corridor. “Where’s the entrance to this conference rooms the gringo talked about?” Ronaldo asked to one of his security detail. “Down the corridor to the right, mi commandante.” The commando answered in an almost barking manner. Ronaldo Slapped the commando on the back of his head and hissed: “Don’t call me commandante here you stupido! How the hell did you pass your situational awareness tests.”
The group arrived on the third floor, 15 minutes late as is customary in Corsair culture. “Sweep the room, no need to check the gringo, if this was a set up they would’ve made their move by now.” Ronaldo ordered, knowing that the base administrator airlocks anyone who causes trouble in the trade center. Without a word being two commandoes checked the room for bugs and explosives before Ronaldo Entered.
“Buenos dias senor Brisbane, good to finally meet you in person. You wanted business, we Benitez love business. Quite a flight out here but luckily without incident. I see you’ve already started smoking, let me follow your example si.”
The two shook hands and sat down again. Ronaldo went through his jacket and took a cigar from a holder which seemed to be made from Alien artifacts and lite up.
There used to be pictures here
once known as Richard Farbridge, OBE and Ronaldo Benitez
