"Kalashnikov's", Zvezdny Gorodok

[bluntpencil2001]

"I knew you meant Chinese, Xing... the Marx is full of the buggers. Heheh. Anyway, like I said, Lieutenant Gabriel Mau is of Chinese descent, and aboard the Ho Chi Minh, the crew are of Vietnamese, Korean and Chinese origins... not that it makes much of a difference these days... we'll never see Terra again. We're all the same, my brother."

He looked sad though, so stopped to think... then gently removed a knife from his boot, sitting it on the table.

"Do you know what this is?

The head of every Corsair family carries one... a knife, forged from the remains of the vessels that crashed on Crete, centuries ago. It never leaves my sight.

Until la Havana defected, I was the only Corsair in the revolution. I know how it feels. But, the way I see it, we are all the same in the Coalition... we're all on the right side. Blood might be thicker than water, but you have to do what you know to be right... anyway... we're going to win, and then there will be peace for the people, and rest for ourselves. We can do it... we're a well-oiled machine, working together for the good of the sector."

He stops and attempts to lighten the mood. It is a bloody pub after all.

"You're not alone, Xing, not by any margin. It's just that a lot of us don't like rice in the mess hall as much as you'd like, am I right?!"

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