12-09-2018, 12:02 AM
Dia rose, as did a few before her. She attracted looks from all over the room, the Corsair girl who hadn't uttered a word throughout the meeting. Her movements were fluid, careful and deliberate. She walked behind her chair and meticulously slid it towards the table. As she laid her hands on the headrest, she gazed around the room, again with utter contempt towards nearly everyone in the room. There was a flash in her eye as she stopped on Megaera and then on Doc Holliday.
The pause lasted another few seconds as she weighed her next words carefully. She had hoped these would not be the first, and last, words she would utter on this day. It made her sad, in a way, looking at Holliday's family, that they had to endure this. But space was, indeed, dangerous and at last the frontier reached Gran Canaria.
Contrary to what anyone before her said, Corsairs were the only group with a vested interest in retaining the status quo. Years before, her predecessors promised the Zoners of Omega-49 protection in exchange for accepting Corsair immigrants. The Zoners held up their end of the bargain -- they gave disenfranchised Cretans a new home, a new life and a new hope. She would not forget her duties, and with the Bretonian invasion of the system, it was the time for her and her people to fulfill the promise and preserve the independence of the system.
The Custodi stood with the Zoners, against the decadent Bretonia, regardless of whether they wanted it or not. It was a matter of duty.
Dia sighed, and each word that followed felt like a ton of bricks hitting the floor.
"It's war, then."
The pause lasted another few seconds as she weighed her next words carefully. She had hoped these would not be the first, and last, words she would utter on this day. It made her sad, in a way, looking at Holliday's family, that they had to endure this. But space was, indeed, dangerous and at last the frontier reached Gran Canaria.
Contrary to what anyone before her said, Corsairs were the only group with a vested interest in retaining the status quo. Years before, her predecessors promised the Zoners of Omega-49 protection in exchange for accepting Corsair immigrants. The Zoners held up their end of the bargain -- they gave disenfranchised Cretans a new home, a new life and a new hope. She would not forget her duties, and with the Bretonian invasion of the system, it was the time for her and her people to fulfill the promise and preserve the independence of the system.
The Custodi stood with the Zoners, against the decadent Bretonia, regardless of whether they wanted it or not. It was a matter of duty.
Dia sighed, and each word that followed felt like a ton of bricks hitting the floor.
"It's war, then."