Brotherhood Bar-Talks

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Ares smiled at Pedro.

"Ah, you've noticed. I used to be able to hold a drink steady after a dozen pints..."

He clumsily lifted his beer glass in his black-gloved left hand and very carefully saluted Pedro with it. The leather gloves weren't surprising, he wore a lot of black nowadays. One of the first Corsairs to wear a uniform by the looks of things.

"I'm not used to my new arm, you see... some Hellfire pilot and two of his buddies decided to fill my cockpit with railgun shells. Heh, he was probably trying to get me back for the day before, when I wasted his ship right in front of their own gunboat..."

He downed the pint of beer then removed the glove from his left hand.

"See, brother? I'm pretty clumsy with it just now, but the medics on the 'Terra.III' say I'll get used to it. They also say it could punch a hole through a ship's hull."

He flexed his metal hand and continued, "I told them that they'd obviously never dealt with Titans..."

He stopped smiling.

"..on that note... I've heard that one of your Titan pilots has disappeared... lured away by Cardamine hallucinations, correct? That poison and its peddlers need to be obliterated. It corrupts the mind.

If I see him, he'll need all the drugs in the galaxy to kill his pain, brother."

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