Behind her two male counterparts, stepped out a female Corsair. Her poise and demeanor, collected, calm, supremely self confident. Not a hint of uncertainty could be seen in posture or gaze. It was as if the woman belonged here among the Unioners. Her pale silvery eyes swept over the hangar. Noting the guards. The machinery. Its sounds. Her nostrils subtle twitched, as she took in the odors. Quickly reminded of the multitude of Corsair hangers she'd been in. Not much different than this. Good. She liked that. These people were not all talk. They put in the hard work too. There was already a shared bond in that.
As she stepped out to wait her turn to greet, Kruger would see her uniform did not entirely match her two companions; except its shared Deterrence black and red. It had an eclectic look that had yet managed to masterfully pull itself together. It had a professional, yet pragmatic look. Giving her the appearance of someone who knew how to dress to survive her harsh homeworld. Most striking of the ensemble, was a bright saffron shawl. Wrapped around her shoulders. With much of it draped down behind her back on the left side. On her right hip, rested her sidearm. With a strap over the grip. Peaking out partially from underneath the shawl, was a sheath for an otherwise hidden knife.
Aside from her uniform style, what next would stick out more was her shimmering silver hair. Catching any light and reflecting it back as if mirror-like. It was kept loose and medium-long. Her skin quite fair and her eyes a pale silver. She had somewhat of a haunting mystique. The way her eyes regarded everything or anyone around her. Piercing. The confidence of a warrior, a survivor. A woman not to be trifled with.
When her turn came to greet, she stepped up to Kruger. "Well met, Senor Kruger. I am Carmen Elena Quintana of Clan Quintana." She held out her right hand and instead of taking his hand, hers came up to just below the underside of his elbow. Grasping his forearm firmly. His own hand at the underside of her forearm. Where he could equally grasp her arm in turn. Then she leaned in and gave a brief kiss to his left cheek and right cheek. Then stepped away. "It is a pleasure to come to the home of such fine amigo's. The Unioners impressed me during the convoy."
Once in the meeting room, Carmen stepped in and too a side. Turning to greet Corin. Giving him a subtle tilt of her head. Refraining from the same greeting, as Corin had yet to offer his own. She then returned her focus to Kruger as he remarked about respect. "Indeed. You Unioners have earned my respect as well, hombre. Your people flew well and bravely. Avenging your losses with unyielding fury." Her gaze held recognition born of a burgeoning respect.
Taking the opportunity with the gap of speakers, Carmen spoke up after Kruger wished to begin discussing how this alliance would go. "I for one, am willing to volunteer in assisting you Unioners in missions and logistics support. Assuming my superiors have no objections, I am willing to act as a bridge between our two people."
"My kin! We are Corsair! We are the 'Horned Ones'! By Crete we have been made strong! There is no foe we cannot defeat! No enemy shall be spared our horns! No friend or ally shall find us wanting! For we are Corsair! By the might of the Imperio we spread out our hands! All we see will be ours one day! I have had a dream. A dream of a green Crete. A paradise! And in that dream, our enemies are not there! Crushed and mangled beneath our horns! Uplift your voices! Shout with me! Corsair! Corsair! Corsair!"
-Carmen Elena 'Silver' Quintana of Clan Quintana of the Corsair Imperio
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