Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Axe]

"Well, since you're all here..."

A small, slim man stood in the doorway to the bar. His Coalition pilot uniform highlighting his thin stature. Zehn looked unimpressive, but the Corsairs knew different.

When the bar had gone quiet, he strode in. This was his first time in this bar. It was the regular haunt of the Brotherhood, and for that reason he had never strayed into it. The bar smelt like sweat and drink. Zehn stood in the center of the bar and spoke loudly,

"Since you're all here, I may aswell make this announcement publicly. The act of war by the Coalition towards the Omega Pirates has been dropped. Admiral Britanov has issued an order for all SCRA pilots not to engage OPG ships, regardless of orders from myself, Captain Zehn."

Zehn began to frown intently.

"I am, however, to issue a threat to all those who think the Coalition doesn't belong here. We have defended Crete, with you Corsairs, for a long time. Albeit for a different purpose. You all know that the Corsairs would be in a much more difficult situation if my men were not stationed here. We deserve EVERY ounce of respect you can throw at us! This war may have been called off, but disrespect deserves punishment!"

Zehn's eyes flared, and a smile broadened across his face,

"Now, the threat. I'm going to go and sit in my ship in orbit. All those that feel incapable of giving us the respect that we deserve, or feel that we do not belong here, can see me in space if you have the 'cojones'! This is a free ticket to put your ass where your mouth is!... But do not come if you think this will be a normal training excersize. As soon as the first shot is fired, I will be aiming for your cockpit. I WILL kill you!"

With a smile still stretching across his face, Zehn left the bar in utter silence.