Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Lucend]

"And how did folks settle it exactly?"

Lucendez hustled over to where Les Moore stood, cringing his nose at the cigar.

"At any rate, I was wondering if we could get some practice in? Apparently I need to learn to dodge more, aim less. I guess my time fighting toy soldiers of the house militias dulled my combat prowess."

Lucendez studied Moore with a concerned eye.
"Listen, I don't care what is said in that damnable bar, Ares and Gentle are both good pilots, I just hate to see them at odds."

"So, got a minute, brother?" Lucendez motions to Moore's Titan, a look of determination on a broadening smile.

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"The thirteen saloons that had lined the one street of Seney had not left a trace. The foundations of the Mansion House hotel stuck up above the ground. The stone was chipped and split by the fire. It was all that was left of the town of Seney. Even the surface had been burned off the ground.
Nick looked at the burned-over stretch of hillside, where he had expected to find the scattered houses of the town and then walked down the railroad track to the bridge over the river. The river was there."

Osaika Moto, the Fall and Rise of a Kusari Farmer

Juan Lucendez, √ Corsair