Kirkwall 819AS

[Shagohad]

It was more than he could ask for. Attractive woman, sight of another base, and a history of those on it. Never a 'pretty' man, Lelouch held handsome qualities that made him attractive. Perhaps this Sam could see them? He shook his head unnoticeably, clearing those thoughts from his mind. Business, he reminded himself. Business.

He played silent, letting her talk on before raising his mask to show a smile. It was only a moment before he lowered it and spoke, "A drink would be excellent, Sam. Mind if I call you Sam? If you do, I'll let you call me Loo Loo." He looked up at the Sabres, taking in their entirety. Marvelous ships of marvelous size. It was no wonder the Council hated these guys. Looking back at the previous action against the Outcasts who strayed into Gallia, it was a miracle they even won. The quality of the pilots was what was so poor.

His hands went to the side clasps of his armor, loosening one or two out of the ten and allowing his chest some leeway to breathe and let out a bit of the sweat and pressure. The air conditioning unit in his Basilisk had gone bad. Worst of all, he hoped no one would notice. They were all spacers after all. When you lived the life of a soldier and a sponge bath with dirty water was as close as you got to a shower, you sort of got used to the smell or lost the sense all together.

"So where is it that you will take me for drinks and table diving? I must warn you that I am an adventurous and dangerous drunk. I once punched my second in command in the face for telling a bad joke and then proceeded to shout obscenities at our ships. Hell of a day..." He looked up nostalgically, hand slicking his hair back.

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"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THE SCIENCE IS LEAKING OUT!"