Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Wingnut]

Les stood quietly toking his cigar and occasionally taking a swallow from his glass as Maniaco made his case for a peaceful resolution. This would be the wise decision, but the pride in here was thicker than the smoke.

He finished the drink during the subsequent posturing and wandered out of the bar toward the hangar still puffing on the remaining stub of his cigar. "Why can't they just go out back and settle it like folks used to," Moore muttered to himself.

[Lucend]

"And how did folks settle it exactly?"

Lucendez hustled over to where Les Moore stood, cringing his nose at the cigar.

"At any rate, I was wondering if we could get some practice in? Apparently I need to learn to dodge more, aim less. I guess my time fighting toy soldiers of the house militias dulled my combat prowess."

Lucendez studied Moore with a concerned eye.
"Listen, I don't care what is said in that damnable bar, Ares and Gentle are both good pilots, I just hate to see them at odds."

"So, got a minute, brother?" Lucendez motions to Moore's Titan, a look of determination on a broadening smile.

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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

[Wingnut]

"And how did folks settle it exactly?"

"Wha...?" Les turned to see Lucendez moving up to his side. "Oh, didn't think I was talkin' that loud. Anyway, when me and a friend or brother were at odds we used to step out back, alone, and punch it out until one or both of us couldn't stand anymore. Then we'd head beck inside and have a drink together."

Les stuffed out the cigar in the palm of his hand when he noticed his brother's wrinkled nose.

"At any rate," said Lucendez, "I was wondering if we could get some practice in? Apparently I need to learn to dodge more, aim less. I guess my time fighting toy soldiers of the house militias dulled my combat prowess."

Moore grunted. "Practice. Yes, we should be preparing instead of squabbling."

"Listen, I don't care what is said in that damnable bar," Lucendez offered in an attempt to calm Moore's annoyance, "Ares and Gentle are both good pilots, I just hate to see them at odds. So, got a minute, brother?" Lucendez motions to Moore's Titan, a look of determination on a broadening smile.

The smile is returned with a grin and a laugh. "I believe I do have a minute brother."

The Corsair pilots climb into their Titans and lift off.

[Gentle]

Gentle smiled at the spreading wet patch. Ares salute was a clumsy as his mouth. Gentle knew fear when he saw it and Ares clearly understood the potence of OPG more than he was prepared to declare. His front had cracked in front of Gentle on two ocasions. Ares had shown he needed someone to hold him while he punched him and needed the guns of his comrades to make his point. Now he needed his commander to rescue his honour a second time and had almost lost his lid because of it. Gentle understood this wannabe corsair much better now.

Gentle was resigned to the fact they could never be friends and satisfied that at least their captain had a brain and understood the political manouvering required in a situation like this.

Gentle was wandering throughtthe bar preparing to leave when he noticed the small fragile girl who had joined the OPG.

"Hola little one"

"Senorita. Ignore me and Ares. This stupidity is over now, though I will never make that moron see us for what we are, at least we now have a stable alliance to protect Crete."

" I need your help with something senorita... take my Titan senorita the Decurion you fly is not suitable for the task we have ahead of us"

"By the way if you need a place to go..... You can take a room at my house. Im certain my wives will make the most of a young one to
fuss over. You can eat and drink whatever is available senorita. You can meet my children there too they would like to meet you."

"Anyway that is for another time senorita we have business to attend to..."
The small girl looked up her face covered in tracks of partly dried tears. Standing her face grew stony and resolute. SO much like himself at that age Gentle felt a deep respect and pity for this little one.

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The Madness of the Pirate King

[MrSns]

((2days after last post))

Alexander sat in the corner of the bar. He looked like he was wateing for some one to show. A shady man with a hood appeard at the bar door. The lights flicked. It was a dark and gloomy night out side, a storm raged and the ghosts of the Past wondered the planes of Eden.

The shady person "walked" up to the table that Alexander was sitting at. As the bartender Watched him pass by he Hapend to notice black smoke coming from where his feet should be. The shady figure sat down at the table and Alexander pushed a piece of paper if front of him. The Shady figure glanced at the paper and than... The paper just dissapeard. The lights flickered once again as the storm started to pick up. The Bartender turned to the door to see who the person was at the door. He turned round to look at Alexander and the shady figure was not there, but black smoke rose towards the sealing of the bar. Montoya and Ares walked in to the bar.

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Darkness is a friend, an ally. Darkness allows us to understand others, to see what they value when they believe no one else is looking. It allows us to be honest with ourselves, to express those values that we would disavow in the light. The light blinds us. It is only in the dark that we see clearly, and there is a great dark hidden among these worlds

[crimson]

but now i wanna come back on something Ares said :

"Gentle, do not make the mistake of considering the Omega Pirate Guild the equals of the Coalition. We are better than you in every single way. You would be wise to drill that thought into your skull before the Captain does so in orbit..."

in order to get respect you need to GIVE respect, as far i can see only thing you did was insult us and insulting(above is 1 of the insults i read) doesn't come with respect !
So if you want to change my vision of you as an arrogant big ego boy/guy, you start acting different and give us some respect. then when you managed to do that then you'll have my respect.

It takes courage and knowledge to know and admit mistakes, Ares i hope you find both.

[McNeo]

As he heard the broadcast on the visual screen in the bar, another thing was on his mind. The smoke in the bar was as thick as ever, even though it was all but empty. He thought he saw Alexander sitting with a hooded figure as he walked into the bar, but he blinked and Alexander, along with his accomplice, had vanished. Must have been a trick of the mind.

When Juan was making his way to the table along with his good friend Ares; or Adrian, as he now knew him, he was also thinking about Zehn. The first time he had seen him in person, those two days ago. An uninspiring figure for sure, but he knew Ares had a radically different view.

Come to think about it, so did Montoya. Bested in a short battle above Crete, many moons ago, with this man in a bomber. Alex had been taken down with relative ease, but nevertheless, Juan should have won.

He noticed, just for a second, as Ares stood and saluted Zehn, the unmistakable sign of fear on his face. he knew Ares would follow that man to his death, and beyond the grave. And he knew the OPG would never stand a chance if a civil war happened between those two factions. Numbers meant nothing to the skill of the SCRA. He had heard the reports of the SCRA's countless victories in Bretonia, with one other pilot and Ares, taking down the best that the AW, SF and HF had to offer. Just two of them. If the OPG knew what was good for them, they would grovel in front of the SCRA. Swallow their pride. The Brotherhood had to do it, more than once in fact.

It was sad but true. The best pilots in Sirius were all committed to the revolutionary ideals of their forefathers on sol. Even the full might of the Brotherhood didn't stand a chance against the SCRA. Maybe Maniaco and himself could do some damage, but the rest would be lambs to the slaughter...if that ever happened. And he prayed that it wouldn't.

Ares saw the detached look on Juan's face.

"Whats up hermano?"

'Oh nothing, amigo, just thinking about the OPG...'

"Ahh, those idiots. They wont get along with us. They know were better than them. You know were better than them."

'Yes, brother...I know.'

"Did you hear that broadcast by the OPG just now too?"

'Every word.'

"HA, then you will know what they have let themselves into. You know what fate has declared for them."

'Yes...'

Juan met Adrian's gaze a moment longer, and averted.

The OPG...digging the grave of the Corsairs. They should know. They should know that the SCRA were the only people capable of holding back the horde of enemies banging on the gates of Omicron Gamma. However, the SCRA would not be able to hold that horde on their own, if ever Crete was ransacked and the SCRA were left on their own.

The OPG...digging the grave of of themselves, the Brotherhood, and the Revolutionary Army.

'Phew, its smoky in here Ares... what happened here Pedro Alonso?'

*I have no idea Amigo. Alexander and a hooded figure were just sitting over there.*

He gestured to a table at the back of the bar

*He disappeared. Look, there's still smoke where he was sitting.*

'Odd...I hope he's ok. He seems to have calmed down since our little run in some time ago. What am I saying? Alex can handle himself. Bah. Not for me to worry.'

"Right then. Pedro, fancy getting us some beer? Oh, and a bit of that Vodka in the crate outside, marked with a single letter."

*Comming right up Ares.*

"Excellent, I need to contemplate what to do with those OPG, whilst not firing on them. Until I get the order, or course."

'Of course.'

A small pause.

'Brother, please don't fire on them, unless you really need to. As a friend, this is what I ask of you. You know that rabble banging on the gates of Omicron Gamma will not distinguish between the Revolution and the Corsairs, if ever we fall. If we are not united in our efforts, we will all die. The Corsair dream of the invasion of the houses, the Revolution's dream of pure socialism in all of Sirius. All will be extinguished if we are not united against those drugged up vampires and their allies.'

"This I know, but it cannot be helped."

'Yes, I know you know. That is why I have drawn up a contingency plan if a full scale war were to ever break out between the SCRA and the OPG. At first, the Brotherhood will remain neutral, but we may side with you to end the war quickly. We cannot lay divided, for our enemies to sack this system.

[Skyelius]

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"It is a cold universe until you know God as your Father, and then it becomes a home. Even the next life simply becomes the Father's house, home."
—David Pawson

[Gentle]

Pulling up a chair in the darkest area of the Bar Gentle surveyed the scene in front of him and wondered how long it would be before he had to fend of another verbal assault from one of the SCRA. Dreaming of a united corsair front had taken its toll on the old pirate.

Gentle opened the case of Bretonnian Brandy that had come in a loot haul when he sacked a gunboat earlier today. Taking a large tumblerfull Gentle signalled for the barman to collect the crate for distribution among the needy.

A chance to reflect he mused...... for how long.

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The Madness of the Pirate King

[Tortured_Soul]

The barman felt a shadow and a chill pass through his very soul. He shivered and looked up from his washing. Not three feet from him was the most terrifying visage he had seen in recent years. Dressed in obsidian black, head to toe, was a figure he'd only heard of, although he'd never expected him to come into this bar. Had he entered or mearly appeared, no-one else seemed to have noticed, but the bar was almost silent, as if the man commanded the soul to heed him.

His face hidden by shadow his voice cut through the air like an ice cold blade. These words were aimed at the barman like pinpoint darts, each destined to pierce his heart and freeze it in the moment between beatings.

"Barman, I would speak with the commander of The Brother-Hood." The barman knew that simply pointing out the TBH Commandant would earn him an early grave, but aggravating this man here would earn him an eternity of suffering prior o his final breathe.

He stammered like a scared child, "I- I-. No-one knows-"
"You are trying my paitence, you will tell the TBH Commander that a tortured soul would speak with him!" The voice was now filled with rage and the bartenders heart beat faster than it ever had before. He didn't question, he didn't even think, he scurried away to find the TBH Commander.

"Sir, sir!" The obviously distressed arman was terrified, blood drained from his face. The proud Corsair, whimpering like a petrified child "Sir, the pilot, Tortured_Soul is here to speak with you!"

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