Joseph stood in the hangar of his beloved Valor, the DeFrance Royale, glancing through a view port at the system that surrounded him. It was boring to look at, poorly placed stations; easy for an assault and little to no patrols.
While he found it amusing that his small wing of ships made it this far, he was confused why there hasn't been any ambushes. Maybe this man was truly as he said he was. Peaceful.
Once in the actual system, he had his small battle force hold at the jump hole. He was to shuttle in, mostly unarmed.
He gave a sigh and started walking towards the Aurochs shuttle that awaited him. Before stepping on board, he picked a small briefcase-like box near the ramp. He smiled at the rusty old thing before ducking inside.
Joseph sat with his eyes closed for the short trip over, thinking about how nice his little break had been. He enjoyed a little break or two from his duty and an assignment like this was just what he wanted. Years of being on the front line can really number how long one lives, and Joseph wishes to make his life quite long.
Finally, the call for landing was announced and Joseph strapped himself in. The docking bay was around his ship and he could feel the change in gravity already. Seeing the straps were useless, he undid them and stood up. The light by the loading door turned blue and Joseph walked up to it. Two men of the Royal Guard stood by the door, and he gave both of them a nod. The door inched open and the two guards walked out. Finding things modestly safe, they reported it in. Joseph walked out in his formal service uniform, his favourite jacket hung over his shoulders and, as he said, the sword dangling from his hip. He had his box in his right hand, the old leather handle gripped tightly.
One of the Royal Guards stepped forward but Joseph shook his head. They bowed took up positions by the ship, the door still open. Joseph looked around and saw another person. He glanced at his box once more and started his way towards the other man.
