Council of the Corsair Elders

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Ares is left, shocked, staring at the cigar held between the thumb and forefinger of his good hand. After a few seconds, he realises that he shouldn't be surprised. The Omega Pirate Guild, unlike true Corsairs, never did care about feeding the hungry. They only cared about lining their own pockets and wanted to live in the sort of luxury that Bretonian aristocrats were used to.

He breathes out to calm himself, then shakes his head and tosses the cigar aside. He looks to Pedro Maniaco to start the meeting.

"I assume that you were going to say something about people inviting Outcast Dreadnaughts into Crete's orbit? Or was this meeting about something else? Maybe about how disrespectful it is to leave a meeting before it has even begun, perhaps?

Well, seeing as that brain-damaged Outcast-lover has apparently forsaken his heritage and duty, it appears that all that were invited are now here. May we begin?"

Ares offers an impatient, angry smile and awaits Pedro to begin the proceedings...

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