Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Gentle]

Gentle watched the exchange between the TBH commander Montoya and the hooded figure. To see his brother so shaken was a shock to Gentle. Fear was now a medical impossibility for Gentle due to an accident on a freighter in his youth. A part of his brain had become damaged, the part that controlled his fear and ability to sleep was lost forever. Gentle decided to talk to the man before he left.

"Senor, I am gentle, the leader of the OPG. Please, come sit with me a while I would talk to you about the predicament you are in amigo"

The man slowly turned eyeing Gentle carefully from beneath his hood. Drifting toward the table Gentle sat in chair was prepared for him to sit at by the barman.

"bring us some of the Brandy i looted amigo"

"Senor I have witnessed your effect on my comrades. I am impressed. I am concerned also that bloodshed is inevitable. I have a solution senor."

The hooded figure lifted the glass to his mouth to sip the fine brandy. gentle waited for him to savour the fine alcohol.

"I have a requirement in OPG for ruthless elite pilots senor. It appears that you at least have the correct effect on people around you. If you can inspire fear into your enemies in space like you do in this bar you would no doubt fit in well with members of the OPG. It is a simple solution senor you join our faction and the rest of Corsair society will give you the freedom you require"

"let us go into space and fly together Amigo"

"We should develop an understanding of each other before a decision is made. What do you say amigo?"

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The Madness of the Pirate King