Sébastien Fétique entered the bar, his stature was imposing even for a Gallic. Originally working as the commodity trader at Indochine Outpost and nighttime patrolman he "traded up" to the Stokes Station Commodity Trader. But that was just his night job now. As pilot of the DRED|Archangel his normal duties now consisted of heavy escort missions, usually suicide runs into hostile territory for fabulous profit. The contracts were lengthy but the pay was excellent.
Sébastien went up to the bar and got a glass of wine before looking around and noticing Gervais at his table. He walked over greeted him as an old friend, "Bonjour Gervais, et has been a long time since we have run together no? Tell me, whats so valuable, or more likely, so dangerous that your willing to pay twice my normal rate for my ship and crew." He laughed and took a healthy measure of wine in one go. "Well Gervais, what mischief is hiding behind that grin this time? Let me take a guess, some Beryllium from under an outcasts nose?"
He paused and looked Gervais in the eye, "What have you planned my friend, I see a lot of credits in your eyes."
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