The Strausberg arrangement

[Foxglove]

The Director didn't match his expectations, to say the least. It disappointed him. He would have preferred to never see the Director instead of seeing this hipster-caricature that presented himself to him right now. Some might say that Benito was quick to judge, however, being able to quickly assess another person was something that Benito had practiced a lot during his unnaturally long lifetime. Without letting his disappointment show, he proceeded. "Signor Enfield," Benito intoned, taking the offered hand of the Director after a moment's hesitation with his own, gloved hand. Both Benito and the blonde woman following him were wearing small breathing devices that were telltale signs of their Outcast heritage and have become infamous among pirate bases around Sirius as a surefire way of telling Outcasts apart from the normal folk. "A pleasure to finally meet you."

While Benito wasn't a tall man, his posture was regal and radiated confidence and pride. "I must say, I was impressed by the small presentation in the hangar. These soldiers are the real gems of your collection, aren't they?" His tone left it up to the imagination whether he thought of them as slaves or not. "I take it we will wait for the Directorate's envoy before proceeding?"

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