Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Lucend]

Lucendez leaned back in his chair and raised an eyebrow. Matters on Crete and a rumor of a new Kusari offensive made his return to Delta unwise.

"I would not command you to go, Sephardi. The situation in Delta has been toned down. The post could range from boring to suicidal, and I would not press anything onto your shoulders. However, if you wish to take my place I don't see why not."

"A bit of advice: protect Zoner interests to protect Corsair interests. Be diplomatic and never stick your foot into something that would have no foreseeable impact on the Corsair security interests ... then again, follow your heart and use your head."

Lucendez picked up his glass and swirled the water around. Nomads were one thing, but Cylons were just as deadly. And they had both made their little home around Yaren. He wasn't going to command one person to go into a battlefield, especially one of his brothers.

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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."

Osaika Moto, the Fall and Rise of a Kusari Farmer

Juan Lucendez, √ Corsair