(]o[) Raluca's Arcadia - The Freeport XV Bar. (AO)

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Coen laughed at how the credits magically appeared. Keek of course, just as magically disappeared.

"Christmas cards from the Emperor of Kusari aye?" Coen thought. "We'd probably end up offending the Shinto lifestyle they practice if we asked for one of them."

Coen watched Keek leave and listened as Ferguson addressed him with a most tormented face.

"So, The Quorum decided, thus it shall be." Coen echoed a founding statement which wrote the constitution of the Zoners Trading Consortium, and by consequence, the Omicroners, whilst watching Ferguson's rather augmented face.

Coen listened some more. "I figured as much by your speeches in the enclave. Deep space and peace? Or The Faceless for eternity?"

"I did. Not sure what to make of it though. Seems somewhat too perfect. We should probably contact The Order and the Colonial Remnant for more information." Coen said his piece. He would like to know all, or as much as he could before deliberating over a matter.

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