A Crossing Of Different Worlds

[Carmen Quintana]

Carmen laughed at his remark. Her hand came up and gently pressed against her collarbone. "Good, amigo. You wouldn't have stood a chance with this chica, anyway."

That same hand lowered and wrapped around her drink. It was an exotic colored neon-green. With swirls of silver. To Carmen's knowledge, it had some exotic coloring from a plant found on some planet in Kusari space. The silver streak was a light syrup made of synthetic sugar and gel that helped keep it from mixing with the alcohol. She took a sip. Never taking her eyes off Damien. When declared it was her turn, she set the glass down. Her relaxed posture straightening and her demeanor grew stoic, proud.

"Carmen Quintana of Clan Quintana of the Corsair Imperio. Well met, hombre. I've heard a little of the Xeno Alliance. Liberty unlawful's. Fighting for the people. A small collection of the disillusioned. What brings you here? Business for this alliance or a safe harbor and place of sin for those with such appetites?"

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"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