Date on Freeport 1

[Rodnas]

In his small cabin on Cadiz Base, Trueno makes his last preparations for the upcoming "battle".
"Battle might not be entirely correct" he mumbles to himself while trying to get into his polished boots "this stuff is supposed to be juerga afterall"
Standing up, he checks if everything is as intended.
"Uniform clean and insignia removed? -Si, everything but the crest of the familia is gone.
Shaved? -As good as it gets.
Everyone is busy and ensured he is out for business? - Patrols assigned, hunters out prowling, all bueno.
Gift? - Hopefully, the huge jambon comes frompersonal stock...hopefully not to show-offish, the rum should be muy bueno though.
Let's do this!"

Trueno spends one moment if he should have gotten a chaperone after getting concordias message, then again he decided against it. Who to ask anyways? This was too risky and embarassing to ask a Corsair and he had nothing but business contacts outside the Empire anyways.

One last look into the mirror - "Madre mio, you sure didn't sleep enough viejo!" As it can't be helped, Trueno leaves his cabin, ham in hand and makes way to the hangar, trying to use less frequented corridors to spark as little interest as possible. As his Titan glides out into the open space, Trueno throws his doubts over board. He will do this, for him, for his Empire, for his honor- it can't be THAT hard!
"Meeting will be at the Frozen Sun, at least that resaurant isn't frequented too much by by Corsairs, so he won't be recognized. Hopefully i recognize HER- afterall i don't even know her real name....meh, doesn't matter, Concordia won't have set up a date with a malnourished hessian cardamine addict. It will be a good evening."

The cruise engines howl, the course is set.

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