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The mess was littered with people, salvagers of The Cathartes and the survivors of the recent battles. So many people seeking asylum and/or passage to a better place, relatively speaking. Away from these people sat Leon Barlow in his own little space near the wall. Just enough to hear the Captain speak on the matters at hand, but far enough anyone would know to leave him be. These people needed help and he could acknowledge that, the Federation being unable to help these folks as they hid behind their ideals to pretend they were good people. He knew it all too well, re-actively grabbing at the ring around his neck. His mind wandered for a moment, remembering he was wanted by the Federation and the moments he spent meeting a few people in the Federation. 

[color=gray]“Since the attacks from this mysterious pirate group have become more regular around these parts, we’ve been sent here to clean up, so to speak.”[/color] 

[color=RED][i]Ares....[/i][/color] 

Leon had heard of them before from clients who had hired the mercenary to do [i]business[/i] in areas that Ares had previously been. He had never faced them before in open combat, but he had escaped from a unit before. Fortunately it was a small thing that Leon hoped Ares didn't remember; regardless now they were causing far more trouble for Leon to be out in the open. Between the Federation, Zeon, Ares, and a few associates, he definitely was happy to hide among these group of upstanding individuals. He had zoned out completely from the rest of the Captain's speech to the refugees, he proceeded to lean forward with his hands under his chin. His mind went into a deep thought again, hair covering his right eye, giving him a far more serious demeanor than he was actually in. For now he would keep his head low, do whatever work was needed, and leave once the coast was clear for himself.