"It does." Having been equally efficient at cleaning his plate, he gifted her with a smirk. It was a good deal, so far. Access to gallic space, protection from the lawfuls, being able to moor with a station here and there to resupply. Little did he know at this point, this access would come in handy pretty soon in the future already, when a certain dead-on-paper girlfriend played damsel-in-distress on a certain Brigand station.
But that general direction brought up another topic. "Miss Hookier told me about some of her observations of gallic space. Specifically about the Council. They have ignored her, but seem to be a potential unlawful threat in your territory. If it is not impolite, I'd like to ask you to tell me a bit about these conflicts within your systems. The last thing I'd want is to get between two fronts there." Especially since these Valors and Redemptions were playing in a completely different league. The sight of warships in the Omicrons often made people forget about the size and scale of war machinery used by the houses. Some of these ships were three times as long as the Apahanta, and operated by more than just a handful of humans and a few hundred service robots. In fact, the capital ship guarding Cordes alone was bigger than the entire outpost. And bigger often meant better. He knew that first hand.
