A Crossing Of Different Worlds

[Carmen Quintana]

While bluntness and honesty would always be valued in Carmen's opinion, this particular instance earns Damien a pout. "You didn't have to go down that particular route, amigo. We were having a nice conversation."

Carmen exaggerated a sigh. Then took a swig of her drink. Placing it down. Her shoulders squared up. Her pale silver eyes fixed upon him dead in the eyes. Her chin tilted up. Leaning in a little over the table, she gave him a smile full of certainty. "I'll provide you the 'courtesy' of giving you the what's-what in exchange. Your tiny little Xeno Alliance would be dust in the void if they ever dared tread the Edge Worlds. You see, us Corsairs, are Empire. You," she pointed slowly, her finger razor straight, "are playing at a game too big for that culo of yours. Its a void full of giants and you would be crushed underfoot and no one would even notice."

Her hand then flicked dismissively, as she leaned back. Her demeanor growing disgusted, but not towards him. Mostly. "Your 'trade partners' are weak. They could barely handle the revolt of their own slaves. You and your Xeno's would be wise to abandon them."

That hand wrapped around the drink once more. Taking another swig. Then her expression softened back to the casual look she had before. "I hadn't come here to trade barbs, hombre. Care to simmer this down? Though, if you insist, I wont back down from exchanging words."

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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