Tal turned his head around incredibly rapidly to face the source of such a random outburst, clutching the magazine well of his carbine tightly and bringing it up closer to his stomach, only to be disappointed at the sight of the man who tried to get laid. He disregarded him as some drunk guy who was still pissed off at getting denied a lay, and gradually his gaze drifted off to the right, where he noticed a very distinct, distant round armor plate and engine exhaust, painted a light shade of green. Slack-jawed, he nudged his partner again, who inquired his intention with a quick "yes?".
"Is that a...Rheinland cruiser?"
His buddy took a sip from his still half-full glass of Dingerino. "That's the Verdandi, Admiral Schmitt's flagship. She's here to attend a high-level meeting with Guildmaster Nodtviet."
He leaned in closer to Tal, moving a hand up as to block the sound waves from dispersing. "Keep your distance," he had whispered before returning to hitting on chicks.
Tal continued staring at the ship, deep in concentration with a slight squint. So that's what they looked like in person. He'd figured it look a bit like a big green turd as his senior Marines, most of which saw combat on the Rheinland front before the advent of Gallic invaders, had so vividly described.
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