Tarik entered the small bar and ordered his usual poison, a whiskey sour and glanced around the room taking a sip. He headed over to where the two uniformed officers were sitting, closely talking. The two looked up as he sat down and he nodded to them. “Rasim, good to see ya again. Captain Fomin, we’ve not met, but I know at least of you. That was some fancy flyin’ out there. I’m Tarik Torren, commander of the Deimos dreadnought Vengeance. We’ve been up here a few days brought in from the 9th reserve fleet. Rasim and I have flown together a while back and told me you guys would be drinkin’ and dreamin’ here today.” Fomin looked slightly hesitant and stared at him a moment so he smiled, took a sip and continued, “I can see Rasim’s already gotten into it. You’re not the first he’s pitched this to before. Its not a bad idea. A stronger, more united presence in the Taus would benefit just about everyone except those sniffers out there. With IMG’s economic ties and infrastructure and the population and might of the Republic, we could solidify a lasting peace here. Finally nail down Tau 44 firmly and establish safer corridors for all passing through.”
