The miners of the Independent Mining Guild coupled with the persistent hatred of the Colonial Remenent were a thorn in the side of Maltese society for as long as Chenzo could remember.

The might of Outcast forces always pushed aside any issue these two groups brought. Times had changed, the Colonial coordination with non Granja Justa based slaves had resulted in Maltese society falling into darkness. A fate the 101st would never have let happen.

Military supremacy weakened. Scalable assets of stations & claimable raw assets reduced. Things did indeed look as if over two decades progress had been lost overnight, or rather over a three year revolt.

Vin Chenzo wouldn’t simply stand by and let things happen whilst there was air in his lungs. Every option would be explored, for better or worse.

Off the back of the victory in Theta against the Corsairs, a Sirius wide message hit newsfeeds like a shockwave. The Outcasts were still more than a force to recon with. Few knew of the Core’s assistance & even less cared for the knowledge of Zoners being present. Outcasts had always been feared by the general public. The assault which just crippled the Corsairs was one everyone knew about.

Shortly after the Maltese-Alliance victory, Chenzo found himself comforting the leader of the Core in Omicron Delta. They were after all, powerful enemy’s. A betrayal at this stage could spell disaster for either side. Reassuring Daniels was as much a priority as calming himself.

A true Outcast is loyal to their word. A true Outcast would sooner die a gruesome death than break their word. This was a concept that Daniels of the Core was only just learning. A force of mutual respect glistened from this. Their co-operation made possible the events which had just unfolded in Theta. Together, a mutually benifical outcome had been reached, for now at least.

Just before he left the freeport, a wild idea struck him. He blindly sent communications to the leader of the IMG. He hadn’t quite formulated a plan just yet, but to his surprise via a brief exchange, a meeting was set.

The Inverness system, one Chenzo knew to be ‘the stomping ground’ of the Junkers Congress. Over a decade prior, victories over two Maltese captains somehow gone rogue in Zoner warships were silenced by Congress & Maltese allies from Liberty. Oh how different the scene was today. The Congress presence less than a shadow, Technocrats everywhere & the IMG clearly felt safe here as the Freeport is where he’d suggested they meet.

It had been a few days since the time & place had been set. Chenzo arrived without issue, landed on the Freeport & had the dock master seal the bay as per customary of his payment & request. The dock master took no hesitation letting Chenzo know that the presence of an Outcast might not go down well & requested he at least start no hostilities. The dockmaster was assured that no such drama was to unfold, a private room to be organised. A certain gift from his recent meeting with Ling of the hackers would ensure the meetings conversation was kept private.

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