Sarah raised an eyebrow, turning back to face Jeremy. Usually addressing her as 'sweetie' was enough to earn the speaker a knee to the organ that suggested using the term. Then again, she had thrown a table at him. There had to be leeway somewhere. She contented herself with a barb.
"I'm sorry. I know that was important, but what in Sirius does some Admiral's underwear have to do with anything?" Lines appeared on her face as she crinkled her nose in apparent concentration. "Could it be that the Order has sunk to stealing clothes off washing lines now?"
The smile faded from her features as the rest of Jeremy's statement registered. "What could possibly get you killed here? This is a Zoner station, it's not as if anyone's armed." She glanced down at the empty holster on her waist, as if to make a point. Hardly a significant one. Sarah hadn't carried a weapon in three years now. Not since Dangen had killed a man with her ship. The holster had remained long after she threw the pistol away, a constant reminder that she wasn't to be trusted with weapons. Couldn't be trusted. She shook her head, as if it would clear her errant thoughts.
"I'm saying it's easier to give me a hug then get the lawyers Sarah." He grinned...but it quickly faded. He looked to the sides.
Bolevara was here.
Could that mean that...maybe, Tawaret was following him?
"Maybe it's those who are armed and can get away with having a weapon on a Zoner station I am worried about."
He didn't elaborate. "What is this all about Sarah? Spill the beans already." He demanded. "And why do you care about some meeting anyways?"
Brettonias gave a nod as Dirk spoke. With a deep breath, he reached his arms back around, sliding one of his hands under the sleeve of his left arm, and disconnected the locks from its joint. He then turned around, and without hesitation placed his bionic arm onto the table.
"You are correct. I am the only Discordian that has met the terror of what they can do... And survive such."
With a calm flow of his robes, he reached up, pulling his hood from his head and showed more of his true nature to Dirk and Quiron, arching his ears back as he gave turn and looked upon them both, a serious tone showing upon his eyes as he stayed his course with their conversation.
"We would not have called you if we did not mean the severity of such. I apologize for not returning your greetings in our normal fashion. But the times of late have shown that such fashion in these parts is no longer the norm. Gentlemen. Please take a seat."
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
Sarah shrugged. Why did she care? "It's... It's sort of hard to explain. I just don't like not knowing things, you know? It feels like I'm missing out." She raised her arms, vaguely confused. "I've always been like that. How can you not want to know?" The very concept was alien to her. There was a whole universe out there to explore. Why pass up an opportunity to learn even a bit more about it?
She gave up on Jeremy's paranoia. Evidently he wasn't going to let any more slip on the subject. She sighed a little, imagining she could hear the potential knowledge slinking out of the room. Well, two could play at that game.
"Wouldn't you like to know why we're here?" She smiled impishly. "Up for a walk? I think I'd prefer to show you." Without waiting for a response, she set off down the garden's paths, parting Templars in her wake.
As Quiron saw the troubled face of Pope Bretonnias, he immediately assured that the seriousness of this matter is not a question anymore. Gallia… If I ever have to decide to live next to the nomads or the Gauls, not sure that my choice would be the latter. But how can we help the TAZ? What do we have they would find useful?
“Pope Bretonnias, thank you for the invitation. I may say that you piqued our curiosity, so please speak your mind.” said Quiron as the Phoenixes took their seats at the apple shaped table.
Bolevara had taken due notice of Jeremy's glance of astonishment, directed in his vague direction. Careful enough, but the grizzled Corsair did not care to take chances. An observer would've immediately made the connection between the two.
So much for observing... He thought dryly, getting up and walking quickly to catch up with him and his woman companion. His expression was flat and stony, not at all an indicator for the amusement he was feeling. Reminds me of Corsair Brotherhood... It was difficult not to laugh at the fact.
"'Ola, Amigo. I didn't expect to see you here..."
He smiled briefly.
"And who's this? Something I need to know about, Jeremy...?"
Turning his gaze on the girl, he nodded in greeting, extending a hand.
As soon as the Phoenix delegaes sat at the table, the whole room shaked as if it were a mild earthquake. Then a woman's voice filled the room.
Attention all Templars. Malaclypse Freeport is under siege by some unaffiliated Outcasts. The callsings are Ganototsu and Rioreusu, both Corvo cruisers reported to have been stolen. Proceed with caution and exterminate with diligence. Helena Agrippa out.
Theo listened carefully and then turned to the Phoenix with a forced smile.
Do not worry gentlemen, everything is under control, these skirmishes are becoming regular lately, but the station is safe, we have not only TAZ defense wings here, but also Colonial, Order and Council allies helping.
He then bowed and walked to the door.
Just excuse me for a second, please continue with the meeting as if nothing had happened.
He walked through the doors and descended the stairs hastly, nodding to the Templars at the archway, indicating them to follow him to help defend the base.
Jeremy muttered a curse. Santos motherfracking Bolevara. The bastard seemed to live to spy or cockblock him.
"No Andre. I don't ask when you're out looking for a date. And I know you do. My sis has seen you look her way a few times."
He grabbed Sarah's arm, then tapped out Morse code - PLAY. He hopped she got the message.
"Now, can't you let me blow off some steam amigo? I might even put in a good word for you with El." He smiled briefly to Sarah. "Or gonna tell our madre what's up? You know I hate getting her pissed while she's pregnant."
A smile froze on Sarah's lips as Bolevara approached, her good humor cracking like ice on a Manhattan lake. Fear flashed across her face as the Cretan man approached, her body tensing under Jeremy's hand. Then, just as soon as it had appeared, the terror vanished, so quickly one might doubt that it had ever been there, Sarah's usual cheerfulness reasserting itself.
"Nice to meet you too." Sarah grasped Andres' hand, bobbing in an awkward half-curtsey, knees crossed. He was so serious, with his stony features and stern glare. The man reminded her of her own father, still on Manhattan. "I'm Sarah. Sarah McFarlen, if you care about last names."
A shudder ran through the station, and Sarah staggered a handful of paces, dragging a surprised Jeremy with her, before steadying herself against a tree. He recovered quickly, turning to face the newcomer. Evidently they knew each other. Maybe the jeans really were a thing.
Something was tapping her arm. Her hand was halfway across her body to swat the insect before she realized it was Jeremy, still latched on, the sides of his lips turned up in what could have been amusement. There was something going on here, and as long as there was something, she wanted in. She hastily covered the movement, resting her hand on his.
"Or gonna tell our madre what's up? You know I hate getting her pissed while she's pregnant."
Sarah barely managed to cover her surprise. She wasn't sure what a madre was, and she was fairly certain that she wasn't pregnant. At least, not last time she checked. She choked back a retort, instead pulling out her best serene nod. Surely he'd catch on? Still, if there was the chance to figure out how this man knew Jeremy she wasn't going to let it slide... She kept her eyes on the ground, not trusting herself to speak without laughing.
"Madre and I don't talk much. You should be aware of that..." Bolevara replied, smiling faintly. The short exchange had given him enough information about the third party, and how to continue. Personal friend of Jeremy, he doesn't bother to conceal his identity...but doesn't want to discuss our Organization directly. This is simple enough...
He nodded as Sarah introduced herself, the woman looking afraid of him for some reason. I should let Jeremy carry on...my job's done anyways.
"Was good to see you both. I was just cutting a deal with an old amigo of mine from the Omega days, and running into you was a happy co-incidence."
He looked around for a moment, keeping an eye on his surroundings.
"Was good seeing you Jeremy, Sarah."
He turned, intention being to walk away now that he had a clear picture of what was actually transpiring here. At least the grapevine will have amusing gossip...Jeremy'll never hear the end of it.
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