Six & Ten

[Cmdr. Blaine Chara]

Blaine took his seat,his right forearm resting on the table. He removed his hat, placing it on the empty chair to his left.
"Since we're working, I'll just take an orange seltzer for now," he replied to the drink request. He took a look at the menu and ordered a turkey club sandwich and a plate of nachos for him and Nicole to share. Big he was but he didn't eat heavy.

"When I was given administration of Freeport Six, I didn't really change the laws there," he explained. "We don't have the same issue with the sun corona so I can keep it at 10k. With the ships coming and going and our storage depots somewhat off the base, 10k keeps the peace." He shrugged, "I guess that the no fire zone is not just up to the base but whatever intangibles it may have, in your case, the sun. I COULD reduce ours to be more uniform. I just keep it more than it has to be keeping in mind maximum ranges of some heavier weapons."

He continued. "For now, it's been quiet, especially since the war between Gallia and Bretonia ended and before that, Kusari. Our problem was more of all three mentioned houses telling us...." He held his fingers up like quotations, ".......we tell you what to do. You are the border between our houses." He gave a chuckle, "Or my personal favorite from a Gallic Admiral, "Your compliance isn't requested. It is expected."

His drink arrived and he took a sip to wet his palate. "Outcasts? We settled that problem. One of their ships tried taxing our cruiser outside the base. We destroyed it and haven't had a problem since. Our patrol routes go right by Cadiz and they don't bother us."
He took a sigh. "If we have one problem, it's patrols. One gunship and one destroyer is all we have due to budget constraints and crew availability."

The food arrived. He had the nachos set between them and his sandwich before him. "Help yourself," he motioned to the nachos.

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