Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Unit-sk855]

Just long enough for things to quiet down a bit, but short enough away for anger to still linger, three Corsair pilots that observed the scene earlier return to the bar, accompanied by a very reluctant guest. The front man of the group calls out to the bar,

"Hola! HA HA! Look who we found landin right ou-side boys!"

The second and third enter carrying a smaller pilot by the arms, suspended between them. Branded on the side of the pilots flight helmet, are the letters OPG.

Suspended high enough off the ground to not have a chance of footing, the pilot kicks and squirms helplessly against the strength of the two restraining.

"Figured from what happehn earlier, that you boys may like to have a word with this one!"

The two carry the smaller pilot over to the bar, and set the helmeted one right down next to Ares and Lucendez. Another pistol reaches the light and is pressed into the OPG pilots back. The pilot raises hands and gazes through the shadowed visor of their helmet at all the angry faces around. A chill forms just about behind the eyes, and runs all the way down the pilots body to the toes. One of the capturers pulls the helmet off the pilots head, revealing the face of a young girl, no more than 16 years of age. She does not speak, but instead glances around with her uncovered eye. A slight glisten of violet color amongst a pale complection.

The face may even be recognized by some that keep an eye out for whom the hunters are after.

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*Wilson shows off his ham sandwich* - Armory.003
*mark placed on Unit-sk855's forehead* - Head hitting the desk as of reading the above