Silvan entered the Conference room and began the process of preparing it for the guests that would be soon to arrive. Moving aside several chairs and a few tables, he pushed one table to the center of the room and placed chairs around it, enough for six people. He grabbed the excess chairs and moved them to an adjoining room, along with a few of the tables. The remaining tables were pushed up against one wall, and soon ready to hold the refreshments that Silvan had planned for when the talks began. Surveying his work, he nodded to himself and smiled, then sat to wait for the representatives.
Hopefully this goes well... he said to the empty room
Jose leaves the landing dock, and heads toward the meeting room he has just been given directions to by one of the Zoner dock crew. Walking along the corridor he passes a number of technicians who seem busy testing and repairing systems.
Arriving at a door marked Conference Room 6 Jose turns the handle and opens the door. Entering the room he notices a number of tables lined up along one side of the room, and a large table with 6 seats around it. The rooms sole occupant turns to face Jose.
''Ola Senor - I am Jose Benitez, and this is a gift from Elder Espi and the Sails. He thought you might appreciate it'. Jose proffers the bottle of rum to Silvan who takes it from him.
Moving to take a seat on the opposite side of the table to Silvan, Jose sits down. 'I don't suppose you have any glasses we could put some of that rum in? Espi is particularly knowledgeable about all things to do with rum, and I suspect that will be a very fine one'.
Leaning back in his chair Jose checks his comms pad to ensure that the connection to the Titan that he arrived on, and that is currently manned by his brother Chico, is still functioning. It shows that the connection is almost at full strength.
Espi was approaching Freeport 9 slowly. The station was scarred by the blockade and various stray projectiles from the past. He grinned slightly, and headed towards the docking bay after almost a year. Last time he was here, it was with Grimly. He became nostalgic for a brief period, and looked back to check on the rum. The bastardos on Cadiz stole 2 bottles from his personal stock. Well, it's what I train them to do. He thought to himself, and proceeded to dock, laughing slightly.
He got out of his Titan, observing the improvised reflectors powered by fuel generators. Hm. Guess it's not indestructible after all. A lot of people hated him here, so he kept his gun ready, just in case.
Miguel Sephardi was on the bridge of the Sicarii, headed for Freeport 9 once more. He could only hope that this visit to the station would turn out better than his last.
Silvan set the bottle of rum down on the table, and turned to a small door.
Certainly, certainly
Producing several glasses from what turned out to be a small utensil closet, Silvan turned and walked back to the table. Setting two glasses next to the rum, and the rest off to the side, Silvan offers his hand to Jose
Greetings Mr Benitez! I am Silvan Argus, it is my sincerest pleasure to meet you and welcome you to Freeport Nine.
Silvans commpad blinked red once, and Silvan looked down at it
Excuse me he said picking up the pad
Walking across the room, Silvan listened to other person on the transmission
Another Corsair Elder has arrived? Well, show him here! Also if any more elders arrive, show them here as well.
Que? Espi asked. You don't look so good, Zoner. Something happened? He grinned, put the box, he was carrying, on the ground, picked up one of the bottles and opened it. Have a sip. It will ease whatever pains and aches you might have... If you drink enough, that is. He extended his hand with the bottle towards Yevan. The bottle is yours if you show me the way in this labyrinth of bent pipes and carnage.
Charles entered Freeport Nine's docking bays. "Conference room 6 they said. Let's move there" he mumbled. Twelve minutes and a couple of wrong corridors later Charles reached that conference room. "Finally, there we go. Sounds crowded, some people already arrived I guess" he thought and entered the room. He looked arround and hailed everybody. Then he continued speaking
"Honored Elders, I'm glad that you have come to talk with us once again. But first, I would really like to point something out, just because your pilots have always ignored our Happy Fish Taco Tuesday I thought I might do some advertisement for Freeport XV. The Almighty Essence of Antimatter has spoken to us Zoners, and we are giving Fish Tacos away on every Tuesday. Just for your notice, and just to serve a greater goal. If you want to participate, watch out for our 'Happy fish taco Tuesday' announcements I'm going to broadcast for the Omicrons."
After that, Charles searched for some comfortable armchair and sat down.
Mannock slowly look in the eyes of the guards, Zoners and Corsairs, breathe deeply.
"Nobody comes into this room, only the six negotiators. Who tries to enter without permission, only personnel designated by the negotiators, only you, you give a single warning. Then, well then you do not let anyone stop the negotiation. No prizes for your work, just punishment if you commit a single mistake. And it matters little who does it, you will pay, all of you. "
The went back to watching "Any questions? Perfect, from this moment you are on high alert, restrictions from now."
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