A quiet celebration.

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Remus wasn't exactly sure what had just happened... it had either been drinking too much wine or what is reality playing tricks on him. Whatever it was, a flashback suddenly began to form in his mind. Nomads... Experiments.... Subjects... Case files He began to remember what he did before he joined up with the Primary Fleet.

"I reminded him of an event lost in a corner of his mind, like many things. There's nothing of dangerous, don't be afraid, it's just... the kind of things you can't do yourselves."

Being off-duty, he normally did not carry a firearm with him. But in the rare instance that happened to been kidnapped by a certain Junker, he had learned to become prepared to any kind of situation... Remus could still remember the teachings of his father in the art of dueling... it was an obsolete way of settling disputes but the main traits that he learned form it... were speed and accuracy. A special pistol was always hidden in a holster on his left leg, his left hand was his most dominant.

Instincts told him to detain the strange woman, but the wine did him too much that he let it slide for a few minutes so as to learn more about her.

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