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Doc talked privately with Ladron. He gave a sideways look the whole time. He wasn't buying it.
"Define bad people, Senor," Doc insisted. "The Bretonians here are war refugees who have made a home here, the nearby colony of New Cronus is of no threat unless you make them and none of the Zoners are. I just think that your definition of "bad people" is a very loose one."
"We were doing fine here," he continued, "and then you and your Coalition enemies started bombarding our planet. We asked you both to leave and settle your differences elsewhere. The Coalition has all but honored our request yet I see Corsairs staying around. To many a Zoner, you are viewed as an occupying force."
"Rest assured, Senor," he finished, "my guest need no escorts home. I will say this, if one of my guest is harmed, I will personally make a canoe out of their skull. I've had enough of being pushed."
He thinks a moment, smirking, "I remember a man like that once. His name was Ringo. He pushed and he lost."
Doc just winked as he walked to the bar, "Enjoy your drink.....and my VIP lounge."