Absolution

[Promotheus]

Agent Solandros paid careful attention as Ezrael spoke, listening intently while also keeping an eye on the captains body language.
He seemed honest enough, but Solandros could not help but feel the captain might not be telling the whole truth regarding the
future of the Apahanta. With a small groan Solandros shook his head and spoke:
"The Zoner conflict was a major headache, we defend them one day, then we get kicked out by them the next.
But that is in the distant past and holding on the past slights will only ensure further conflict which only plays into the hands
of the Nomads."

Solandros fixed his gaze on Ezraels eyes upon saying those last words and added:
"And if there is one thing both the Order and I refuse to do, it is to play into the hands of glorified unfried space kalamari."

With the smallest hint of a smirk on his face the Colonel reached out to a pitcher and poured himself and Ezrael a glass of water,
shoving the glass across the table towards the Captain before resuming:
"As for Gran Canaria, it was a tragedy. It was also the moment that cemented the Bretonians as a dangerous cornered
animal in the eyes of the Overwatch and led to us providing aid to IMG during the siege of Aland.
So yes, I can see how that would change your mind about your former...employers."

Solandros shook his head, still having difficulty grasping the desparation the Bretonians had displayed, basically resorting to what were essentially war crimes.
"Now I have one concern regarding what you've said so far. If you truely intend to take your crew and stay on the edge systems to mind your
own business in a self sufficient manner without the interference of others, then why do so in a warship? Modified or not, it's hardly a colony ship"