______It had been three years since her departure from the Gallic Royal Navy, on the same day the Grand Maréchal Lilith LaCroix stepped down. Lucie appreciated her presence and strong leadership, but it was more than that for her. She attempted to contact LaCroix several times, but it seemed impossible to reach her.
She often happened to dream about her old life in the Gallic Royal Navy, a life that was quite different from her current one. It all started a few months after her departure, as she slowly fell into a life of misery governed by the need for alcohol.
More. She always needed more, untill that day, in the streets of Never's capital city.
"I remember you, girl. What happened to you?" said the man that seemed to be in his fifties.
"The hell you want old perv?" replied the drunk girl, laying in a street corner.
"I assume you're so drunk you can barely use your brains, however -I- can. I remember you Mademoiselle Banville. I'm Jacques Verdier, head scientist of Solar Engineering's Nevers Division. You saved our scientific vessel a year ago from being destroyed by a small group of Brigands."
"Yeaaaahhhhh... so what?"
"So I think someone with your... capabilities... shouldn't act like a subhuman, wasting potential."
"Better watch your words before I gift you a third ball."
"In your condition? You wouldn't even hit a Valor. Now, come here..." he said, as he attempted to get Banville to somewhat stand up correctly.
"Shizz dude I'm so high..."
"I noticed... Daniel come here, I'll need some help with her. She's coming with us."
