Brotherhood Bar-Talks

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Ares exhales sharply, furious that Britanov ordered himself and the others not to shoot these scumbags.

He stands, knocking over a beer bottle in Gentle's direction, soaking his crotch, and salutes Dieter Zehn with obviously sincere respect. This is strange to the Corsairs in the bar, Ares never defers to anyone.

"Orders understood, Captain. Will not engage those sorry excuses for pilots as per Britanov's orders...."

Ares stops for a moment then gives an evil grin in Gentle's direction,

"...Should I join you in orbit though?"

He straightens his uniform and signals to Catrina,

"Enyo, Catalina, mi hermana, care for a flight, like old times?"

He smiles at his sister, but his face darkens rapidly, like an oncoming storm.

"Gentle, do not make the mistake of considering the Omega Pirate Guild the equals of the Coalition. We are better than you in every single way. You would be wise to drill that thought into your skull before the Captain does so in orbit..."

Ares leaves and heads to ready his Titan...

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