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[Laowai]

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Corsair Elder council minutes:

Raul stood up, preparing his ideas: "Well, I believe the best thing we can do now is to stop the growing number of independents. I will ask the engineers at Tripoli Shipyard to stop ship construction at once and move the unsold battleships, cruisers and gunboats into Omicron-91 and Omicron-94. Our bases there will be completed soon, so I think we should put the biggest weapons of the Corsairs into the hands of Benitez and TBH. This will take a while, I think, since our bases in our systems haven't been completed yet. But we can right now broadcast a message to all Corsairs that the growing number of battleships, cruisers and gunboats will not be tolerated anymore and can result in destruction of the respective vessels if refused. It is a harsh decision but we need to deal with this situation harsh even if they are our own brothers. Battleships, cruisers and gunboats should only be used by experienced people. We can put up an own license for Corsair capital ships which is needed to own a capital ship. That must even apply to our own brothers in TBH and Benitez."


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The glow of the data pad illuminated his face as he read the text on it's screen. It cast strange shadows on his face as he sat silently in his usual corner of the bar. The minutes of Elders meeting were usually secret, and they certainly were not for public consumption. But years of living on the fringes of Corsair society had given Ben Laowai a deep sense of mistrust for Corsair authorities - and he had no qualms using his skills,or in this case, his captured Lane Hacker data pad with its various hacking tools, to listen in to the comings and goings of the corsair "elite".
He sipped quietly on his Baijiu and studied the words on the screen with a scowl. So it's coming to this he thought to himself. Corsairs contemplating firing on other corsairs, the Elders proposing to tell free corsairs what they can, or in this case, cannot do with their own money, and their own choice of vessel. He scanned the text again; and if they don't obey the lordly dictates of the high and mighty he thought, then they could be fired upon. By their own kin.
Not content to bicker amongst themselves, the "Elders" of the corsairs were now uniting to turn on their own kind, and for nothing more than having the drive and initiative to command a capital ship of their own, crewed, as was his own Cruiser the Xibanya Nuren, more often than not from the lowest rungs of Corsair society, men and woman of no great house or fortune.
He ran a hand through his greying hair and then rested his head upon it.

"You look your usual cheery self!" said the bartender, approaching the table to top up the now empty glass of Baijiu. Laowai hmmmphed a reply and sensing that conversation wasn't needed, the barman topped up the drink and went back to the bar. Truth be told, Laowai did not know how to approach this new information. He lived by a simple code of loyalty, passed down by his father - and this idea? This turned everything he believed Corsairs should be on it's head. The noble houses of Crete were contemplating that they and they alone could field any real power in the skies.

Nobody was taking his ship away, he had worked too damned hard to get it, and his crew had suffered enough to keep it in the air.

But what would he do, if it really came to Corsairs firing on other Corsairs? He considered it, and shook his head in bewilderment, for the second time in as many months, the Council of Elders who were supposed to provide a voice of leadership for Corsairs were openly discussing the possibility of firing on their own.

What kind of fools are these people? He thought to himself. As long as Corsairs behave this way they will always be a small people, divided and weak amongst the stars.

He knew he would have no part in it, he would never fire on a Corsair flagged vessel, nor would he take sides in the petty politics of the elders. Let the Elders and noble houses try to take the independent Corsairs ships away from them, and dishonor, stained with the blood of their own people would be on their hands.

He smiled at a young Corsair pilot who walked into the room. The lad bore no patch identifying a house or group. He was a young independent corsair still wet behind the ears but full of pride and dreams of plunder, hoping to make his fortune and earn himself a name.

Laowai raised his glass to him and downed the last of his drink. Better not have any illusions of command, he thought dryly.

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