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The man looked in to a masked figure sitting in front of him. They have known eachother for years now. He needed not his mask to go off, for he knew a friend sat there, a friend who put his life at risk, in defense of of an old base in Kansas.
Afer a moments gaze, Dan started to talk:

" Well my friend, to tell you the truth, i heard situation is grimm. Your people have done so much good in these regions of space, and now they can barely find work to support their families. My scouts also report a serious drop in flight schedules of your assosiates. I dare not ask what is going on in side your organization, but i do offer my assistance, in any way my friend. "

Dan layed back, comfortable in his seat. People were talking, drinking and having fun. It was loud in the bar and the bar lights were flickering, producing a vivid night life atmosphere.


Dan: " The distances our unknown future takes us, eh my friend?? We're riding one day and the next we are met with a dose of uncertenty in life. I will help. I thought of this for a long time now. We have been friends, but it is time we become more. I have an idea, just a thought perhaps, a thought that might get carried away by the Californian wind. Then again..... "

Dan took a sip of his drink and realized his glass was empty. He gestured to a red haired female bartender and moments later she came with another pair of bright yellowish drink called - White Star. Then he continued with his proposal.

" My friend. I have a unity in mind, i have always believed in strenght through unity and this philosophy hasnt failed me yet. We are to become allies so both our orgainzations may flourish. I surprised you havent i?? Please give me your thoughts on this matter. "

The music changed and people started dancing. The flickering light intensified and started changing colour. A beautiful spectrum interchanged and waved all across the bar adding to the realization, that its 2 AM on California Minor. A time when night life began. The unification of lights and music turned in to a harmony of light and coresponding sound, like an orchestra of some diabolical mind.

" See my friend, we should be more like this atmosphere, in complete harmony"

Dan smiled slightly and took another sip of the White Star cocktail.....

Dan took another sip of ale and responded:

" You misunderstood my friend, im not trying to recruit you in to DSM service. At this point this would be pointless, what i ment was......"

Dan took a breath while looking around the bar. The red haired barwoman was peeking at him.


As soon as their eyes met, she looked down and continued rincing glasses. Dan gazed at her for a while then he turned back to his misterious friend:

".... your people are almost non existent at this point, and im giving you a job, so to say, directly. You come work for me permanently as escort in transport operations. Maybe this will attract more pilots in to your mercenary division. You will get payed heftily of course, and my pilots will be safe. We both win. Thats what i ment by allies. Aside from your other duties, you work for DSM. "

Dan was looking in the half empty glass, shifting the liquid from one side to another with his left hand. Strange how the White Star coctail bubbles sparkle when you shake them.
Then he looked at the masked man with his sharp edge eyes:


" As far as i recall my friend, you are the one who wanted a meeting in space, i just invited you for a drink because i hate to discuass matters with a dry throahgt. Besides, i only offered you a possible opportunity to save your Division. Now, you tell ME, what did YOU want to talk about?? "

Dan slowly turned around the bar looking for the red haired barwoman.....she was gone......

Dan wasnt surprised to hear his friend ask these questions, since many people ask themselves the same thing. He let their eyes stare for a few moments, then answered:

" My dear friend, you of all people know only too well why we separated from DSE. By my actions ond those of my assosiates, we could be called separatists, but that is far from the truth. We still consider ourselves Libertonians even though our home is located in Independat space. Our primary route of operations is Liberty oriented.

Dan took a deep breath and just as he was ready to speak again, he noticed she was there again. Looking at him with her mesmerazing gaze, and he also noticed he never seen those kind of eyes before in his entire life time


He barely managed to turn back to his friend:

" What was i talking about?.... Ah yes, the matters concerning HF and so called " Unlawfuls ". I dont realy care who calles who unlawful, i can only speak from my own experiance with the Legion. And we had zero incidents on both sides, so i have to judge it by this. The DSM also made a statement that HF busienss is their own and DSM wont meddle in to their war afairs, whatever they may be. We are simply here to trade, mine and work for the betterment of Sirian trade market and production of various machinery. Some call the Legion lawfuls and some unlawfuls, we call them neutrals. "

Dan ordered another round for him and his friend, albeit it was more of an excuse than a real thirst. This way the red haired woman will have to come closer again, and serve them the drinks.

" Furthermore, i have one more business proposal. As you might have known, as of lately we are in the business of making Cloak Disruptors and we are in dire need of Iridium. If you are willing to negotiate, i will make formal communication to AC headquarters. "

The woman brought the drinks and Dan was mesmerised once again........

The bar's occupants were slowly dissapearing to their homes and jobs. Dan looked at his inegrated holo clock. It was showing 3 AM Easter California Minor time:

" Oooh, time sure flyes when one is spending it with a good friend. Well, i think we covered all the business for now. I will make a contact to AC headquarters and we can take it from there. I must say i anjoyed your company and i hope i will again in the near future. "

He got up and looked around. The masked figure also got up from his chair and they shook hands. At this moment Dan wished all his conversations were as friendly as this one, but that is a figmented reality that will never come to pass.

He walked over to the bar counter to pay for the drinks.

She stood there, calm and very self sure, and as she took Dans money, she slipped something in his hand. He turned around, walking towards the exit he glanced at his, now opened, hand. It was a piece of common paper with a California Minor house address on it.

Dan smiled softly and vanished in to the cold Californian night streets......