Insurge To Fear

[Slimalou]

A man wearing a blue jacket stands from his table. The only faction identifying attribute about him was the ship page on his shoulder. Strikingly young for a dreadnaught captain.

"To summarize The Corsair Empire is offering a new cause for us to fight for and if we pull our own weight maybe even a home." Cross stroked his beard in thought. "I must ask then what is that our most generous hosts expect from their guests beyond some simple tactics reports. I am sure the Corsairs are aware that many of our ships brought along as many refugees from Veracruz as we could. Forgive my rather crude observation, but Crete does not look like it will be to support them all."

The captain pauses to look around to his fellow insurgence captains. "What is going to be expected of us and this small fleet of Insurgency warships?"