In council assembled

[Dashiell]

Jack leaned back as DeVirgo spoke. When DeVirgo adressed him personally, Jack picked up his glass.

'Si, si. I knew you'd ask this of me. I'll handle it amigo.'

Jack looks over at Varrus. A look of contempt plastered on his face.

'I just hope this hombre doesnt screw up again. I can't keep compensating for massive losses. And I'd better get something worthwile out of this. What was this reorganisation you had planned, anyway?'

Jack leans back again and looks at DeVirgo.

'I will get you your money and your pilots. You just make sure I get what -I- want. Our new Reavers are a nice start, but the average pirate has become better equipped lately. We 're starting to lose our edge in combat. Speaking of which, I think it's time for me to get out there myself again. It's been too long since I shot some cabróns down myself'

He lifts up his glass of tequila

'para el futuro, si?'

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[Montezuma/Kukulcan]

Varrus sat still for a moment, a look of absent thought upon his face, but it was evident from his demeanour that he was relieved with the way things had gone. He then stands up, bowing his head slightly, lifting a small datapad from the table and handing it to one of his entourage, then turning to de Virgo.

"As you wish, I shall deliver a new manifesto to the Core. It will require extensive re-organisation, however, with the growing number of colonists, prospectors and freelancers coming to the Omicrons, the haven of opportunity we can offer will be most profitable for the Guild. I assure you, we will return that which we owe the Guild tenfold."

Varrus then turns to Jack, with a stern, begrudging look on his face.

"Mind yourself, Guildmaster, you'll get your dues in time."

He then turned back towards the centre of the room, straightened out his elaborately decorated and adorned coat, then bowed again.

"If that will be all, I shall return to Omicron Delta immediately, as I am no doubt needed there"

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