Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Gamazson]

Seth Driskill made a point of not entering the bars on Crete. It was no secret that he sold heads to both sides. The Outcasts were civilized enough not shoot you for business choices. Corsairs well, anything could tick these guys off. Not keeping your end of a bargain was one of them.

Walking causally into the bar Seth places the large heavy create on the counter.

"Here barkeep, 100 pounds of grade A Texan beef. Curtousy of the SU and at the request of the Benitez boys."

The many eyes of the people sitting by the bar where burning into the back of Seth's head worse then lasers. He felt the need to explain himself.

"Made a promise that the next time I came down here with heads to sell for the mines I would bring some extra food along with. There was a specific request for some steak." Seth slaps his hand on the lid. "It ain't much but affter filling the ship full of food for the stock, I just didn't have the space for a large quantity"

In an attempt to hide how uncomfortable he was Seth sat down and ordered himself a drink. It would be a few minutes before the Mistress was ready to launch anyway.

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AKA Nexus