Brushing some dust off of his already somewhat ruined suit, Pierre looked around his new, temporary "home." It wasn't that bad, at least when compared with what the Gallic police provided for their prisoners. There was a bunk bed put up against one wall and a small basin for washing oneself attached to the opposite side. A tiny window allowed a small speck of space to be seen.
Pierre walked to the window and peered through it. What he saw outside made him smile - he had a limited, yet beautiful, view of planet Seto in the distance, a huge, orange ball floating through the blue space of the Shikoku system. Additionally, he could see part of the prison station he was on stretch out to one side of his view, and, more importantly, he could make out the distinct shape of his ship, moored to one of many struts coming out of the installations.
Though the gunboat was still smoking, and several sparks danced around its hull, it seemed to be more or less intact, despite the beating it had taken in the fight with the two Kusarian fighters. The fact that he had lost to those two small ships still stung Pierre, though he excused his defeat with the fact that it had been his first firefight in the Rapiere.
Hearing a yawn from the other side of the metal bars that made up the inwards wall of his cell, Pierre turned around. The Lieutenant was standing there, eying him.
"Monsieur," Pierre said with something that might have passed as a smile playing across his face, "considering that we have spent such a... wonderful time together," Pierre winked jokingly, "may I know your name before we part?"
