An Offer One Can't Refuse

[Gullveig]

Even in a base deep in the Omega systems, where Corsairs fought their never-ending war with Hessians, where many lifes have been lost and where a whole system was a center of a battlefield, there was still a place to rest, have a drink and a friendly chat with whoever had docking rights on the station. A Bar just like any other anywhere in Sirius sector.

The base might have been made of stone, but that did not make it any less civil than any other place in Sirius, and yet not any less dangerous for those who shouldn't be there. The owners might have been called 'cannibals' by many, but they were nothing less civil than an average Libertonian citizen, and one thing they knew, was that respect is for those who earn it.

A mercenary in a customized flight-suit was leaning at the Bar with his helmet next to him and a mug of beer in his right hand, he wasn't anything like the regular visitors of that base, but he was one of the very few who had earned the trust of its owners. He was one of those who even though an 'outsider', was still respected by many and considered a 'friend' or a 'helping hand' to the least.

Many knew him by the name of 'Gullveig', although his true identity was unknown to all of them, because after all, their Elders have kept their words in keeping his past to their own and not spreading it around the empire and make it another subject of the never-ending bar gossips. He did not care who he used to be or where he had came from, neither did anyone else on that base, Corsair or not. What counted, was what he had done since he was called 'Gullveig', and -that- was respectful enough in eyes of the empire.

Yet, many knew him only by his name and had never met him, as he mainly operated around Bretonia and Taus, and rumors had it that he was more active in Kusari as of late, so he rarely entered Corsairs space, or even the neighboring systems. Antonio Álvarez, a member of Black Sails was one of those who only knew that man by his name and from what he had heard of him in the past, so he didn't really pay attention when the stranger first walked into bar, but right after he started chatting with the bartender, the accent alone was enough to give away who he was.

The word had it that this mercenary was owner of a Gaian Claymore, even though no one saw him flying it as he was always in his Nyx outfitted with Hogosha and Corsair weapons and flashing Gaian transponder - a combination that many considered even more strange than the person himself -, a Gaian Claymore that even the Sails couldn't get, because the Nature's Last Hope had refused to change their schedule to build one for them.

After noticing who he actually was, Álvarez kept listening closely to the conversation between the mercenary and the bartender, but it was nothing but casual chatter. Nothing to give out a clue of what type of person that mercenary was, but one thing Álvarez knew, was if the plan that he had suddenly came up with would work, he would earn a good reputation among his peers in the Sails.

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Successful experiment is successful.