The reason Chenzo liked to speak to people in person was because of how he could read them, how he could read their body language and feel how sincere they are as they speak. Harabero had clearly given this meeting deep thought before coming along. He was not like other outcasts, much more tame and civil in character yet a fire within if triggered. Most outcasts were loud and ruthless with no thought process between action. His mind was not easily swayed by offers more common men would leap for without thinking of the price. He did not need to misslead this man. He could handle the truth.
Chenzo listens to to Harabero very carefully and finishes his cigarette before he speaks.
"Senor, one fundamental of our people, how we began in the Sirius sector was paid for by blood. We did not simply arrive here and everything was fantastic. Our ancestors, and I speak of those who first landed on Malta from the Hispania came about the planet by pure chance. There was no divine being that oversaw it. From that point, the spirits did not kick the settlers out or seek to exterminate them. The spirits, ours are capable of completely taking over ones body and yet, they do not unless such enhancement is requested, deemed worthy. A species so incredibly powerful that they can wipe entire systems out. Generate them, even. Powers of creation and destruction beyond your wildest imagination."
He pauses to take a sip of a strange liquid from a vial in his jacket
"Need I remind you of what happened to Toledo, a decade or so ago? that is but a fraction of a taste of what the spirits are capable of. Why is it that they are not initially hostile to us? They do not attack unless provoked. Each time the Spirits have helped us in the past, in my time before my absence, it was with immense honour we fought along side them. Trust and respect is a commodity squeezed all too thin and the Spirits have grown to look upon us less favourably. Think of it as every elder generation looks at the newer generation and thinks they have less respect, what is truly important lost sight of. Time has done that to the Maltese nation, senor. There are those who have the audacity to rub their gifts in their metaphorical faces by openly cursing them, attacking them. Some even have the sheer incomprehensible idiocy to wish to trade in Xeno Artifacts. These relics our lesser minded brethren the Corsairs throw around for credits is an insult to grounds most sacred. How would you feel to find your great great grandmothers grave robbed by your considered close friend? The Spirits of my time considered us just this, as close friend of sorts.
He lights another cigarette, the passion flooding through him clearly displaying
"For around the past decade, I've been somewhere I wanted to show you. Somewhere you initially perceived to be delusional. Something which started as a mere installation not to far from where Sante Verna is now in the orbit of Carnea. It's an installation which I was instructed to build. For reasons one did not know. Over time, it developed more and more. it's now the size of a planetary city and where my extensive physical resources have come from to build the facility you see in front of Malta today. My personal Sabre along with every wish I'd asked for had been granted, senor. One might add that I sought out interaction with them in the hope of gaining an extra edge on our enemy, their weaponry perhaps. Instead of handing the monkey a grenade, I was lead on a path of discovery. I had to prove myself worthy of powers beyond the reach of man"
He sits back in his chair as he continues to smoke
"Senor, my personal ties with the Spirits echo an honour the past which has clearly been forgotten. My return perhaps timed by those who may be superstitious. More pure happening chance just as the first off the Hispania to Malta. I would sooner skin myself alive than let Malta fall to an enemy like the Corsairs, sooner skin myself alive than allow betrayal to those who are quite literally the reason we get to sit here so freely and talk today. The reason there even is a Maltese Nation. I am not here to scare or warn you senor. The past is the past. You asked me and I'll be honest with you. There's no point in me feeding you lies. Although this is indeed a lot to digest, to take in. it's but a tiny piece of what I wanted to converse with you over. There was a reason the 101st Outcast Guard existed and I've yet to learn why such treason on our people occurred, a civil war? But we are not here to discuss that."
He finishes his cigarette and allows the extraction tube to take it, places his head in his hands briefly before sitting back once more.
Chenzo knew this interaction was essential as Chenzo’s approach on the nation would be ruthless, Harabero on the other hand knew the modern outcasts well.
"Ask any questions as you see fit, tell me your thoughts."