Council of the Corsair Elders

[Zelot]

Miguel sat in that old security office he had spent so much time in during his time in charge of the Councils safety. This would be his moment, either a small win, or utter crushing defeat. This was the day for him. Sephardi had called the members of the Council to a meeting, in terms that could mildly be described as threating. There was a group of trader, the Free Traders Guild, they hate the Outcasts and they wanted to supply the Corsairs with food and supplies. Made sense to Sephardi, so he had sent an emissary to meet with them and come to a deal. Apparently there were those in the Council who did not like it, they thought it was the Councils decision to make. Miguel had had enough.



He walked into the Council chambers and walked to the head of the table.

"Hermanos, you want this decision, I will give it to you. Here is the situation, as some of you know, there is a group out there that have asked us to come to an agreement with them. The Free Traders Guild, men who have declared their open hatred for the Outcasts, as well as their desire to bring food and supplies to us. In these men, we find a source of much needed commodities, as well as allies to help in our fight with the Outcasts. What they ask in return? To be able to dock on our bases for shelter and resupply. Now, we in the Brotherhood have told them we would protect them... and we will, but there are those who think this is a matter for the Council, so I call you all here today. Do we give these men safe haven in return for their transporting of supplies and aid against the Outcasts? The time is on us Hermanos, many see the Council as a chamber where stodgy old Corsairs come to argue and blow hot air at each other. Is this what we are, do we still have the power to actually come to a decision on something? What will it be, do we make this deal? Yea or Nay? My vote is Yea."



With that, Sephardi sat and awaited his contemporaries responses.

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