Turning tides

[Virus]

::he took the paper with a frown. It didn't seem he enjoys reading documents::
- I have sworn to protect the Corsair Empire. How can a piece of paper convince me to leave that?
::although he said those words, he was still reading the entire thing carefully, glancing at Harker from moment to moment::
- Sure the Elders are fat because of their greed. And lack will to move from where we were 80 years ago..
-Why do you need me out of a sudden? Did the old fart Gentle finally kick it and you need a Corsair to fill the quota?

"Gentle is... Hm. We need to advance our plans. Command has decided it's time to ... increase our capability for cargo-interdiction and economic disruption. We understand you are an ace in that regard. That is why we are here."

Harker smiled warmly, "I understand you are a true patriot, a man of his people... Disgusted by corruption and inability. Our values align, though our reputation naturally relates us as being nothing more than murderers and sociopaths on the hunt for the next kill... I assure you that we are much more than that; if you would be willing ignore the rumors for a moment, I could explain our burning desire to release humanity from the grasp of the corrupt and inept politicians--in Liberty, or on Crete. I'm sure you understand that sacrifices have had to be made the cruelties we much inflict, but it is a price worth paying for what we strive.."

He paused a moment to take a breath and collect his thoughts before continuing. "As for your ... Elders and the Corsairs, their time will come... Their time will come.

"So now we circle back around to you... Do you possess the constitution to go as far as is needed?"

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Into the Maelstrom - A Measure of Salvation - Reaver Company Database