Achille murmured to himself for a moment, glaring at the glass as though it bore some portent; which it, (being transparent), clearly did not.
"Wine and cheese? Well, certainly a preferable prospect to the cabinets, clip-boards and dissertations my underlings usually palm me..."
"...Placing aside the mild abhorrence of these "cute ladies" upon whose mention you place so much emphasis, (for the sake of argument), what causes you to presume that the wine and nibbles I could derive from some other source is preferable to that I could receive from the arms of..."Achille winced, dialogue severed by a considerable crash of crockery and glasswear from Reece's general direction."...More dependable sou...."He finished, overlaid inaudibly by the sound of the youth's cusses.
"...So, my brother, why should your employer express any intrest, no matter how quaint, in your family reunions?"The Councillor grinned, with a notable shrug.
THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's Shipping Unions, retired from a life of piracy.)
*Well this is not a familly normal reunion. is more of sciance change of expericane with my brother, which in long run , might help us..Thus you may chose yourasnwerto my question based on the fact this is more of scinace meeting , more then a family reunionon...Now if you may exucuse me i will be onboard of Axios , wating fomr my brother and you ..Dependes if you show up..*
Achille's gullet cannoned open to post a blithe retort, before clamping tight in blithe realisation that he was being metaphorically flipped off. And by a subordinate, too.
“…But a moment, my comrade.”The Frenchman soothed, trotting to his arm, empty glass in tow.“Reign and restrain your haste, if you will.”Achille fluted, adding an additional weight to his point with a straight-jacketing dive at Pierre’s arms.
“Let me not detain you…”He affirmed, detangling himself before any further social embarrassment could ensue. “But rather interdict you. I, after all, would be loath to be a source of angst…” The faceman frilled, with a minimalistic prick of apology.
“A man of science you say? Well, pleasure amongst equals…”
“…I assume our acquaintance is adequately prepared, no?”A pat on the shoulder.
“…Give me five minutes to don the relevant aviator’s apparel and you will (and your brother) will see me soon enough.”
THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's Shipping Unions, retired from a life of piracy.)
Sean nodded into the direction of the Dome's entrance. Gregar, the gigantic hulk who was right next to it, was still sitting on his chair. He slowly rocked his chair backwards and forwards.
"Don't stare at him, though. He doesn't like that."
Eventually noticing that her glass was empty, he reached for the bottle of water right next to it and filled her glass up again.
"Well, as you can see I'm working as bartender. However, I'm doing this more for fun, as it keeps me busy. I need that to keep myself running, you know..."
Sean's glance fell back at Gregar's chair. When he found it empty, he faced Ivy again. Apparently, he didn't notice that Gregar was now right behind him, not making any noise at all; not even the sound of his breath was audible.
Smiling, taking the glass from him quietly. "Thank you.." Glancing around, she looks up and notices the hulk behind of Sean, smiling without a care in the world. "Hello, you're Gregar, hm? I'm Ivy, nice to meet you." Bobbing her head slightly, before turning her attention back to Sean.
"He's quiet, and kinda scary looking, huh. Reminds me of someone I met quite a while ago. So you run this place for fun, hm? Sounds like boredom is there for everyone, not merely people like me.."
Grabbing two more packets of sugar, putting them in her water before taking another sip.
Sean turned around immediately after being caught off guard and peered at Gregar with wide eyes.
"Gosh, don't sneak up on people like that! You scared me to death! What is it then?"
Without any apparent emotion and reation, Gregar just stood there, staring at Sean for about half a minute. Then the bouncer slowly reached in his pocket and revealed a small note to Sean.
"What's that? Where did you get that?"
Gregar ignored Sean's query and instead rose his head to face Ivy. After eyeing her suspiciously, he turned his back to both of them and returned to his chair without having said a single word.
As Sean read the note, one could see how confusion rose in him. When finishing the note, he quickly crumpled it up and put it in his pocket.
"So...um...where were we? Right, I wanted to know where you've been before you came to the Freeport."
Trying to hide his nervousness as much as possible, Sean quickly changed the subject.
Ivy watches the scene in-front of her with confusion, wondering what Sean was given, but not really finding too much of a reason to be bothered by it.
Shrugging quietly. "Omicrons for the most part, sometimes a few ventures into the Tau's like we are now. I've read a lot of maps, I mostly stayed in the ship though. Are you alright? You look slightly nervo-.. no.. that may actually be me merely seeing things."
Finishing half of her water again, taking a glance at the large bouncer before back to the man in front.
"Not much. I don't have an interesting life, I could have sworn I said that before."
Ivy studies Sean quietly, before speaking up. "You don't have to stay here merely to give me company you know. If you want to do something else rather than holding a conversation with a 'little girl' in your eyes."
Pausing, before smiling slightly. "I suppose my so called insight may merely be some pessimism on my part, I don't mean for it to be intentional like that. I lack self confidence though. I guess I know plenty of stuff that some people may not from what Tara taught me, although I still feel inferior. I was born on a colony ship that the Zoners use, if you must know. Far away from where Tara herself was.. I was lucky that I landed with her to be honest."
Mumbling something, before sitting back, a conflicted look showing on her face. "Just some girl and her struggles, I don't mean any discomfort when you speak to me, but on s-.." Realizing that her words out loud may be seen as mere rambling, she quickly fades and shrugs to herself, not really knowing how to continue, feeling like she backed herself into a corner.
"I feel rather stupid now, i'm sorry, i've never been the most.. articulate or good with words."
Camille shrugged. "Humanity has always been the perfect weapon to bring about our own annihilation. We are, perhaps, too adept at war for our own good." She opened the datapad, a list of names and dates springing into existence on the dark screen. Infections, personnel. Strangely exhaustive, and so almost certainly a fabrication, the list extended for several pages. "Intriguing, but I fail to see the relevance. I acknowledge the possibility of infiltration within la marine's ranks, I would not be speaking to you if I did not. What I dispute-" She took a pace toward Ryuho, emphasizing the point.
"Is the assertion that His Majesty is already a victim. The signs would surely be apparent by now, if that were the case. For one-" She rapped a knuckle on the pad. "We would no doubt have directions to shoot Order operatives, such as yourself, on sight. I have received no such order. However, all of this conjecture is secondary to the problem of the Marechal. These names will doubtless be useful, but if I am to fight these creatures I need something more. What are they? How do they wage war?
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