Council of the Corsair Elders

[Zavier]

Zavier awoke, as if from a sleep and his hands slipped from the handles of his handguns.
"Laowai, mi amigo. Welcome to the Council chambers. Mind the door, and do sit down..I don't know about you, but standing still like that must be taking a toll on you, amigo!"
Zavier broke into a smirk.
"If Carlos and Lucendez can quit staring at eachother, and Montoya comes back, I believe these "Talks" can get underway again. However, untill that happens... what is your personal opinion on the masses of warships in orbit of Crete? I know you already know what has been said earlier, so go on, amigo!"
Zavier placed both his hands on the table as the smirk left his face.

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"Freelancer Alpha dash niner, this is Freeport 7 control, You are cleared for departure. Good luck out there."

Soldato Zavier Benitez, Benitez flight instructor.