With a sliver of sadness, Ravenna puts out her cigarette. Tilting down the last remainders of her glass, she gets up and starts off with a face and a tone of finality.
It's a fair proposition for every side involved. The benefits far outweigh the cost, that much is certain. I'm glad to see that you would agree. And right back at you Señor Montalban - I can see that rationality and having the providence to look into the future is not lost on you. I'm sure that these qualities will definitely come into play again.
She turns to Leon.
Thank you for your hospitality Señor Leon. I trust that we haven't been too hard to accommodate. And your station is all in one piece. Her cold detached face warms for the first time in a genuine smile. We hope to do more business with the Starfliers in the future.
Well gentlemen, unless there's anything else for us to discuss, I believe we are concluded. You do know how to reach out to me I trust, if there's any issues down the line.
With that, she looks to her entourage.
Eros, prepare the crew for immediate departure and secure a safe route back to our space. Omer, feel free to contact our mining operators to begin work again immediately. Achates, I am sure you can take care of the logistics.
She tightened her leather, feeling the protective plating underneath. One could never be too safe. Adjusting her clothes with a quick neck stretch, her mind not focused on what's happening around, her thoughts were already fixated on the looming horizon. Things are always in motion, always shifting.
Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.
Alpha Montalban stands and gives Leon a respectful nod.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Señor."Then, turning towards his assistants."Instruct Captain Fernandez to prepare the Campeador, we will be leaving within the hour."
As he leaves the conference room, he calls out over his shoulder at the corsairs.
"The next time we meet, it shall be in battle. Adios."
It's not everyday two blood rivals compromise on a shared item of interest. Especially ones who would rather kill each other than talk it out in a civil manner. Taking this result as a very strong accomplishment on his part, Leon stands up as the others were leaving. Getting their attention before they walk out the door to the main dock, he simply smiles at his departing guests.
"Godspeed, gentlemen."
Both parties make their way to their respective ships. Side by side, the two capital ships arrived as enemies, and now they are leaving with some form of understanding when it comes to Xeno Relics and the area of Planet Knossus. The Peace Treaty is signed, and Leon hopes it stays strong and that both Starfleet and Deterrence respect it. Both ships power up and disembark Starflier Base, each leaving via Shikoku where Leon imagines they split up to go their separate ways. The dockmaster appears from around the corner just as the Legate-Class and Hasta-Class ships leave the area.
"What the hell was that all about?"
"I mediated sub-factions of the Corsairs and Outcasts."
"That was suicide."
"Not when it was successful. I'm gonna go to bed."
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