The GoR
The NovaPG
The Impalers
The UOG
The Rebel Union
The Hellfire Legion
The Asgard Warriors
The list of enemies is tallying up fast...
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Juan was sitting in a Corner of the bar, enticed in deep thought. What if they actually properly worked together? What if they all attacked at the same time? What if the skill of the Corsairs was overwhelmed by sheer numbers?
For the first time in his life, he felt genuinely afraid of what could come in the future. It wasn't that he was scared for his life. He had pledged to give it if the worst happened, as all Corsairs had. He was just afraid that his homeland could be over-run, every day that it was postponed felt like another day of anxiety as the forces of the enemy gathered...
After pondering on this thought, he dismissed it. It was just like him to worry, like his parents had always said. His mind worked to find a solution to the problem, and he found one.
"The SF are weak as it is, they do not 'deserve' to be punished for now. Our primary concern is for our homeland. The stronghold of the Outcasts is almost impenetrable without sustaining losses, losses which we cannot afford. The targets must now be the lesser factions in the Outcast alliance, who are in close proximity. The Impalers and the UOG should be the primary targets. Our brethren give their lives every day to rid the Mollies from their poorly constructed fortifications in Dublin."
A quick plan indeed, but it seemed sound for now.
He must inform the other Elders of his plans, and seek their approval. As Juan finished the last of his pint of beer, he saw a shadow at the door...
Pedro joined Juan after he picked the necesarry glass of beer from the bartender.
Juan was right. The natural desire of every corsair, to spread into the space controlled by other houses, has to rest for a while as there are more important goals now. Such as protecting our home from the rising number of pirate groups who have chosen the wrong side of the most important War, the one against Outcast. Their attacks in Gamma have become a new every-day reality. Especially the Nova PG's and Bushido's.
Pedro told Juan about his encounter with an Impaler fighter grouped with another Impaler gunboat in Cambridge. Their combined firepower resulted in loosing a wing of Pedro's Titan, with two important guns, of course. Pedro was forced to retreat into Omega 5, followed by the fighter only. They kept fighting there. Pedro was able to bring his shield down several times, but due to his weakened firepower couldn't finish him off. He had to ask brothers Tracks and Nexus for help.
Pedro had to agree with Juan on the UOG question too. Their skills weren't impressive but for some reason this group has been so rich, that every their member was able to purchase a battleship, which was almost unbelievable. The Brotherhood needed skilled gunboat pilots like never before to stop these offenders.
Yes, it was time to give Bretonians and Rheinlanders a break and focus on these groups for some time.
Juan and Pedro continued in silent conversation, regarding further plans but they have been interupted by a hilarious group of brothers following the newest Elder Costello into the Boozer's Lounge...
Among this group was Emilio Torres. By this time he had become an integrated part of the Brotherhood, so much so that no one even remembered his storied past. He was moving up fast. With his infiltration of Republican Shipping, his continued donations to the cause and now his commision as a gunboat captain, it seems he has finally found a place in this Galaxy.
As the Brotherhood sat around toasting Brother Costello's appointment as the newest Elder, brother Torres seemed aloof, disconnected somehow from the joyouse occasion. You see after a few successful campaigns against the GoR, his gunboat had just almost been destroyed by a single SF bomber.
"What's the matter brother?" one of the other Brotherhood members approaches him.
"I have never flown a gunboat before, and after my engagement today with the SF, apparently Im not very good at it. I mean I got his shields down several times and pushed his hull down to 50% but he kept comin back and eventually I exhausted all of my bats an bots and had to run like a little b****h. Not happy my brother, not happy."
"Don't worry Emilio, you'll get the hang of it." The brother pats him on the back and returns to the celebration. Torres shakes it off and congratulates Elder Castillo toasting him with his drink of choice... tequila of course.
<span style="color:#FF0000"><strike>RETIRED</strike></span>
ON MY WAY OUT OF RETIREMENT
After a long and Hard day of work Killing bretiona Alexander walked in and up to his mates that were all telling jokes. He sat down and joined in the fun..
"Lex u got any good jokes?"
"Yeah mate"
"Ok, Ok. What do u call 10,000 hessions under the sea?"
"Hrm i dont know. What?"
"A good start!"
*Laughter raws through out the bar*
The Laughter and fun went on for hours in to the night.
Bartender: "Ok guys Closeing time"
"Alright were off. U comeing Lex?"
"Nah i got some work to catch up on with Pedro Juna and Joe"
"Ok laterz mate"
"Catch ya later"
They all walk out and Alexander wates for the guys to come along.
Elder Alexander Cross Wrote: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
A man enters the bar, walks over to Juan Montoya. Hello, you must be Montoya.
Montoya: Yes, what can i do for you
Man: I was informed I have to get in touch with you, being a new recruit, and that you would tell me what is expected of me. My name is Alfonso Martinez, glad to be part of The Brotherhood.
OOC: I posted this here because i couldn't find the recruitment place, and the search thing couldnt find it either. Mr Sns said i could join:)
LOL whenever i see ur name it makes me think of "Stalkers Naval Ship"
"You realize that in light of recent events, both in the leadership and lower down, that we expect the very best standards of you Alfonso. The Elders expect you to act as an example to other brothers less versed in the ways that true Corsairs act.
We expect the highest fighting skills to be displayed. We expect Corsair space to be safe for us and our allies at the same time.
We expect you to make us proud."
*I understand Juan, I will do my utmost to accomplish what you desire for the Brotherhood*
"In return, we give you a chance to invade many places, far and wide across the sector. You and others in the Brotherhood are the spearhead which leads the Main Corsair force. We are not the only organization in the deeply feudal system of the houses on Crete. However, we are the best, and we lead from the front. You get to be part of the honorable actions that we achieve everyday. Our name along with yours, will live on long after we pass away. This is the return that you get, for your services to the Brotherhood."
*Indeed, a fair trade. I am honoured to be a part of this glorious organisation.*
"Yes...A toast, to you, and your success in the Brotherhood!"
Montoya raises his pint, and taps it against Alfonso's.
"I needed that. Good luck, Alfonso Martinez, in your adventures in the Brotherhood"
OOC: The reason you couldn't find the recruitment page is because it has been locked. We are very full and logistics of running the clan has become a real problem, along with the recent upset.
*Yuri walks into the bar*
Hail brothers. Long time, I am back from my tour.
*Yuri walks over to a Booth*
My so called brother is still in Rheinland, serving for those politicians. He will never learn, they'll betray him someday... *Whispers*Ah, Miles, why dont you come back to Crete? You know this is your new home...
*Orders a Sidewinder Fang*
So, what did I miss? Other than the incident with Alex...
Oh, and I need to either tweak my ship, or get a new one, cause my titan is too slow. Any suggestions, guys?
OOC: I know I havent been too active, mightest well make it somewhat better now.
The young, robot-armed, Coalition officer strode up to the bar with a cocky smile on his face. His black, standard-issue shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a red bandana of the sort often worn by train-robbers in years gone by. It made him look like a rebellious young man trying to go straight-edge. Or maybe it was vice-versa.
Not surprisingly, from his tone of skin and hair, he spoke to the barman with a Cretan accent...
"Hey, amigo, you owe my comrades and I drinks on the house, or am I horrifically mistaken?"
The smile didn't leave his face as he looked over his mechanical left shoulder to his friends sitting at the other end of the bar. He gave the tall, strong-looking man and the rather frighteningly cold, stiff-backed, young lady a 'thumbs-up' gesture with his good hand. He still smiled, he was off-duty after all.
"Of course, Ares! You're always a-welcome here!" responded the usually grumpy barman cheerily, "you and your young friends are always to be considered honoured guests in this establishment, considering the help, and the food you bri-", the barman was cut off by a more roughly spoken, not entirely sober, man at the other end of the bar...
"Yeah, and they kicked the ass outta them watchacallems earlier! Them Nova Antimatters or whatever they is..."
Another man butted in now...
"No, that's the gun they use, its the TaiidanPG they wasted!"
Ares shook his head, laughing, carrying as many beers as humanly possible back to Ivan and Sonja. They'd earned it. Hopefully Ivan wouldn't be doing his sober routine again tonight. For such a cocky wiseass, he was a hell of a sober...
Ares strode to Pedro Maniaco's table, his fury permeating throughout the bar.
He sat down with a slam and a sharp exhale. He was obviously taking great pains to control himself.
"Hello, brother... I need to talk...please... just listen for a while..."
He grimaced then continued...
"There is a lot of disrespect towards brothers like myself these days. From those that are supposed to be of the blood of Crete. It sickens me.
Those Benitez upstarts fired on Ivan the other day, Pedro. He, of course, outflew them and punched holes in them, but the insult still stands.
What was worse was the lack of apology from their 'Don'. That and his apparent forgetfulness about who the hell I am. They forget the efforts I make to safeguard Crete, as well as aid rendered in Alpha. They forget the honours bestowed upon me by the Elders.
It is a spit in the face of my family, brother. Some even try to claim that I am not of Corsair blood now... those 'Omega Pirate Guys' or whatever they think they are.
The only reason that I haven't rallied a small wing to remind them of my courage and resolution, befitting the blood of Crete, is that I did not wish to slay my own kind, turning Gamma into a battleground. I would not wish to insult yourselves - the Brotherhood, or the Elders.
However, I can only take so much, so please be understanding if my vengeance spills over and strikes at them with unfettered fury..."