The Brotherhood

[McNeo]

Elder Don Montoya was sitting by a large Mahogany table, feet up as he breathed in some Cardimine from the tube going into his nose.

*Damn these blasted contraptions* He thought, obviously annoyed by the discomfort of wearing them. They were just designed for functionality, not discretion or comfort.

On the other side of the large table, the assorted leaders of the Mollys were gathered, some averting Don Montoya's gaze, others silently staring at the pair of feet soiling the table.

With a sigh, the Don began to speak.

Gentlemen, these reports I have in my hand. What are they?

He was met only with silence.

Well, since none of you seem to know, I'll tell you. These, gentlemen, are battle reports from the year that Crete fell. Since then, the Corsairs have become a straggling rabble, whom are completely surrounded by the Hessians and dwindling fast. They have even retreated from the Dublin boarder.

And yet, these other reports, show continued -losses- amongst your men. What am I supposed to do with you lot? I offer training, you take it, you die. I offer equipment, you take it, you die. Tell me, short of bringing the whole damn Outcast fleet down here, how you are to defeat the Bretonians or at least hold your own?

Elder Don Yanez had entered halfway through the little outburst by Don Montoya, and sighed softly. Don Yanez spoke from the crowd on the other side of the table.

You know the Mollys aren't like us, brother. Why do you expect so much from them?

Because Don, quite frankly, I want to go home. I have a life to catch up on, not to mention getting rid of this ridiculous tube going into my nose. I'd rather just breath Maltese air again and gaze upon the gently swaying Cardimine grasses.

Don Montoya, you know our mission. Elder Don Maniaco sent us here for a reason, which he clearly explained. We can't just leave now.

I know, I know, but still, its good to dream isn't it, Raul?

The Molly leaders had been watching the exchange with confusion and surprise, but before they could speak, Don Montoya continued.

Well then its settled. I will send a transmission to Elder Maniaco at once requesting increased shipments of arms and other equipment to Arranmore. Afterwards, I may accompany one of your raiding parties and show them how to fly.