Xeno Alliance Leadership and Hellfire Legion Leadership "talks". (AO)

[wainwright]

At the sound of the door being opened, Richard looked up and instinctively reached for his sidearm. His hand closing on an empty holster, he swore silently. Zoner regs about sidearms were all well and good, but if they couldn't bloody well control who entered a room and when, it didn't bode well if there were assassins aboard the station.

Entering the room were two people. Richard relaxed, for he would have recognised them for what they were immediatley, even without the detailed files provided by the Legion. They were meekly followed by the guard, who shrugged in apology at his failure to announce their arrival. The man, shadowed by the blue haired woman, held out his hand.

"Fleet Admiral Wainright, I presume. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Jonathon Jones. Commander of the Xeno Alliance."

Still slightly thrown by the abrupt nature of their entrance, it took a few seconds for him to react. Richard stood, and took Jonathon's hand firmly in his own.

"Mr Jones. This is a very great pleasure. Your reputation proceeds you, sir." He then turned to the blue haired woman. "And Miss Patrick. He bowed ever so slightly. Please, take a seat. Would you care for a drink before we start?

As he seated himself, he quickly studied the movements of the two Xenos. Jones was stalwart, considered, though certainly forthright, considering his entrance. A man who rarely acted before he thought, it seemed. Miss Patrick, or Coral as she preferred to be called, was obviously reactive. As her eyes flicked around the room, Richard saw a feral nature to the woman. A good match to the leader of the Xenos, who now took his place at the table.

This was going to be interesting indeed.

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All the old knives, that have rusted in my back, I shall drive deep into yours.

Betrayed