Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Lucend]

Juan looked like he was going to fall face first onto his work. He was tired and interruptions by friends and brothers in the bar had been a welcomed diversion, but he really needed to get his calibration work done. Lucendez moved to a corner and ordered a pitcher of water and a glass. His eyes were gaunt and ready to fall asleep as he shuffled through his papers, finding the one he wrote up on the Farmer's Alliance "Vulture 4."

"Crap." He wrote in big red letters with his pen.
"More Crap." He wrote again on the Hogosha's Drake D.
"Even More Crap." Again on the third, this time the Gaia's Angel.

"Ugh", he thought. "I just confirmed what I already knew, Corsair weapons are superior to their allies." Lucendez tried to look on be bright side, that as the inventor Edison once said, now he knew a hundred ways how not to build the light bulb. He now had this information and that in itself was a plus, but the risk of going back into Kusari space was not worth it. Although he would gladly risk his life for any Corsair and The Brotherhood, he had a suspicion that needlessly throwing away one's life would not benefit anything.

Lucendez gathered up his pages and threw them in the nearest trash can, pulled out his pad and did what he should have done in the beginning, ordered two more Salamanca Mk II's mounted on his Titan. Stowing away his pad, he glanced up at the bar and noticed two Elders having a heated discussion. One of the benefits to having a bar as an office is the fact that everyone knows your business, or at least there is a rumor. Even with semi-secret organizations like the Brotherhood, rumor spreads, especially about the armed exchange over Crete and the Coalition troops leaving. But, he didn't want to talk about that, he had bigger fish to fry, especially in Delta. Even though he didn't move there to combat Nomads, he certainly was now.

Lucendez straightened up and walked as proudly as he could, as he passed Montoya he gave a nod of respect and received one, once passed he slumped again and rubbed his eyes. He was sleeping in the Titan again on his way back to Delta.

---

"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