Blind Date

[l3wt]

If James had noticed the mistake in choice of wine, it didn't show - though inwardly he considered it an... interesting decision. Bretonia wasn't really known for its wines; they often turned out too sharp and sour to gain common approval, when they weren't watery and tasteless.

Shifting from that thought, he tried to figure out a way to talk about his job without revealing too many details about the Sabre initiative. Of course, he'd love to impress a girl by saying he gets sent on all kinds of dangerous and important missions, but really, not much of it was particularly glamorous - good as they were at their job - and he didn't want to make this date a security leak either.

"Yes. I'm a fighter jockey, got transferred to battleship Suffolk not long ago. Has left me with less time on my hands than you'd normally imagine, what with being so close to home. I've seen... quite a bit of combat, to be honest, since the day I finally graduated from the Academy and made OF-1. Er, Ensign, I mean. I've fought the Gauls on their many incursions into Leeds and such. Mollys, when we couldn't talk them down. Corsairs too, whenever they lurk around in our space for too long. Not to mention other, independent pirates, of course."

He paused briefly, seemed to think.

"Even smugglers, when they try to run or stand their ground and fight instead of complying with our instructions, I guess."

He sighs.

"Sorry if you think it's in poor taste for me to talk about this kind of stuff. War is rarely as pretty and organized as the recruitment ads say."