Crimson Flame

[Tabris]

The transit to the Bar was for the most part calming for Ben, having being used to darting from cover to cover in order to safeguard his life on the run and during his days as a common soldier of the Coalition.

As the lady spoke he nodded his head in agreement at her own comment at the Commissariat, seemingly not noticing the mangling of the pronounciation of the organization.

"For now the Coalition's resources are too tied up with the Civil War, they currently are likely using the resources of the Commissariat to search for the Rebel Base instead of a single man." He commented as he switched the box over to his other arm, tucking it under as he walked into the Bar with them, several Corsair pilots were already there, having finished their patrols and trying to unwind, Ben suddenly felt isolated...Alone as they spared him a brief glance before turning back towards their drinks. Shaking off the feelings he took off his glasses and cleaned them, a habit he had formed out of nervousness.

"Your pilots are skilled yes, I know this from first-hand experience, however one cannot dismiss those who absolutely believe in a cause and are willing to do in order to ensure that they succeed, if there is something the Coalition is skilled at it's indoctrination." he spoke in a calm even manner, he knew from experience that Coalition pilots were tenacious, they didn't give up very easily due to the belief that the cause they were fighting for was just...Hopefully they wouldn't make too much of an effort to search for him but he somehow doubted it.


As she commented upon his apparent experience with humanity displayed with his eyes he raised an eyebrow. Ben had experienced all that Humanity had to offer, the good, the bad...And the worst...Betrayal, Friendship, Sorrow, Acomplishment.

Speaking softly so the other pilots could not hear he nods all so slightly. "The journey here was quite...Harsh, it's not every day one's own crew attempts to murder their Commanding Officer." he commented, a frown on his face as he remembered the events onboard the Lithuania.

"I was lucky to escape with my life and the information in my possession, this has unfortunately shown me that one cannot count upon their own comrades, Humans will lie, cheat and steal to further their goals, for good or evil." He says while putting his glasses back on his face. "My cause was rightous, however the forces involved with making it come to life not so much, we as humans conceal monsters even worse than the Nomads within our very souls...We will betray one another for Credits, Land, Food and even other people." he explains, trying to figure out the best way to tell his story.

"Waking up to find your crew, who have been with you since you took command, lead into battle and pulled off victories is ordered to kill you 'for the good of the Revolution' tends to show you the coldest and darkest side that Humanity has within itself."