Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[DarthBindo]

Ezio walked into the desolate bar, the dust swirling in front of him as a Cretian breeze blew in.
It had been upward of five months since anyone has stopped by, and the bartender had eventually stopped coming to work.
The Brotherhood was doing poorly, hemmoraging veterans right and left, with most of the new recruits in the Corsair nation taking up with more glamourous positions in the Sails, or simply going it alone.
There were a few new recuits though, and always cause for hope in the future.
But to the matter at hand....
He began uprighting chairs, and dusting off glasses and tables.
It would need some work, but the Brotherhood bar could be restored.
He would have Adamo run some high-end supplies out from Liberty to the Nine, and start redirecting his pirated shipments here.
It would make a good office for the Agency, as well. There were plenty of storage rooms for comms gear, and extra beds for in-person reports, and a nice insulated basement that would most likely stop anyone outside from being bothered by screams of agony...yes, it would work well.
In the meantime, He needed to find some good booze.
Can't have a Corsair bar without good booze. Maybe he could get that new recruit, what's his name, Werss, to help him pirate a few transports for some exotic mixes.
He left once again, the bar in better shape, but still empty of life.

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gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|