Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Lucend]

Lucendez sits on a stool at the bar, a rare thing to see, but none the less, he is there, head in hands and grief trembling through his arm. The bartender is shaking something in a shaker and is waiting annoyingly for Lucendez to signal him to stop.

"Those rats. They dare to fly in Omicron Alpha under Hessian colors and in Outcast ships. I'm starting to think we are going to openly curse our brothers and start sending them to their families in bags." The bartender kept shaking.

"I've traveled the Sector looking for peace from the differences that keep us from paradise. I could have joined the Outcasts, but they're nothing but drugged up mutants who would ruin an innocents life just to make a credit. The houses are corrupt beyond recognition. I came to this rock to seek solidarity, peace, and my brothers, and now? Insanity." Lucendez made a signal with his thumb and index finger and the bartender poured the milky brown substance into the glass, handing it over to Juan and returning to his other patrons.

"Mmmm, thats what I needed!" Said Lucendez, sipping his chocolate milk. He took out his pad and began to write a message on the private lines. He hoped he could do something to stave off a war. Even if he failed he would die happy.

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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."

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Juan Lucendez, √ Corsair