The exterior of Montbard is gloomy and atmospheric as always, Zero thought as he and Remy approached the station. They were arriving together on Remy's L'Ane, with him being the pilot of course which just left Zero to gaze out into the beyond. Gallia really was a beautiful place.
"This is Montbard Base, state your purpose here."
The station guards hailing us.
Quickly responding, Remy answers,
"This is Remy Moreau, of the Boulogne Smugglers, and Zero, of Planet Marne. We are here to use the MR facilities, as well as hold a meeting here." - He adds in a stern tone, "We should be expected."
"Oui. Bienvenue Moreau, you may procead to moor point 2."
Remy shifts the direction of the ship and begins to align with the station, taking heavy caution while he pilots his ship. His skill is majestic, almost an art form.
"Proceading now, merci control."
Zero speaks up for the first time in the long voyage. His voice sounds tired and gravely, one would guess he'd been sleeping for the most part.
"You ready for this Remy?" His tone is inquisitive, filled with genuine curiosity. "This is a big step right here, I hope the talks proceed well."
Remy gives a rather passive answer, but still talking in his usual manner.
"Eh? It's just a drink Zero. That being said, business talks always go down better with alcohol. If anything, this gives them an insight into our culture."
"I guess." Zero begrudgingly admits.
As the pair pulls into the station, Remy does all the normal flight checks ensuring a smooth landing. They walk in relative silence out of the ship and through the station once moored. The hallways of the station are shown to be of higher quality than most Brigand bases and the effort the elder of Montbard has put in is clearly visible, that shows that their tactic has been successful then.
Once far enough into the core of the station, they encounter a large selection of lifts used to traverse the station. Once in, Remy plugs in the upper deck to head towards the meeting point at the bar. Upon arrival, they see the signature of Montbard, the division of it and its sections. They walk straight up to the bartender and utter a code, proving their identity.
The bartender lifts his head to see the duo.
"Oh, its you deux. Is your fête still expected?"
Zero cuts in before Remy gets a chance to answer. "They are."
The bartender nods. "Alright then, off you go." He gestures his hand to indicate the large archway beyond the main bar.
"Merci, monsieur."
The duo proceeds with the bartender's instructions, into the VIP section, before finding a nice isolated booth with plenty of seating to cater to any amount of potential guests - that was assuming there would be no more than three.
