A Withdrawn Existence

[Wolfs Ghost]

Cambridge System - Kingdom of Bretonia
Commander's Quarters, Her Majesty's Ship, The Invictus
Planet Cambridge Orbit, Cambridge System

"..."

Fatigued, hungry, and partially annoyed with the recent events that had led him to sitting in the cramped quarters on board the Invictus nearly every day since he first met her.

Austin leaned back in his chair, bringing his hands up to his face and rubbing his eyes before a yawn followed immediately afterwards. Who was she? Why was she interested in him? Was... is... this all an elaborate trick being placed? If so, by who? These questions tore at him mentally as his pen scratched the paper he had been writing on for the past hour. Questions that tore at him since the fight in New London... when they first met.

What did he know about her? She was a rather skilled pilot, she grew up on Cambridge, in her early twenties, and had lost her parents to a Corsair raid that took place in the Dublin system. She even joined the Molly rebellion seeking to avenge her parents death by ensuring that every single Corsair was driven out from Bretonia. 'A noble cause,' he thought, as another yawn forced it's way. He also knew that she had taken a particular fondness towards a particular Armed Forces officer, stating he was different from the others.

Different...

He dropped the pen down on his desk before him and leaned back in the chair, sighing heavily as he pressed his hands against his eyes once more. The information he had on her was freely given to him when he invited her for a drink on the Hood.

Though, it would seem that fate would rear it's ugly head once more in his life, as if his past relationship with other terrorists wasn't bad enough, this was practically pushing it. Especially now that she was asking for him to be transferred to a different part of Bretonia, away from the Gallic front, and away from his eventual death...

Moving his hands, he looked down at the paper that was laying on the desk before him. It was a transfer document, partially filled out but also lacking key information. If this transfer was under any other circumstance, it would have been submitted and he wouldn't have hesitated for a week straight nor be telling white lies to the innocent woman that he had started falling in love with.

He released another sigh, as the recently discussed plans came into his mind, plans that had spawned off an idea of a Trojan horse. He just needed to make sure everything would come together smoothly, and with that... he needed to get away from the front.

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