Dungeons & Derelicts

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December 12th, 824 - Sigma-15, Baltrum Orbit: The Vault

Of course the new Supreme Guildkeeper would enjoy a big entrance. Trying not to show the tension or annoyance, he allowed Archos to have his little show, while Ezrael himself sat stood with his back to the hull at the Talisman, surrounded by four armed Kishiro Service Robots. Looking at how many people were around now, with both the crew of the La Rochelle and the group lead by Nathan Archos, the Curacaoan looked down at his legs for a moment, to his holster and the plasma pistol attached to it. Other than during his first visit here on the Vault, he refrained from using an EVA suit, simply as the station's control room showed all rooms being unharmed and habitable when he was entering the access codes. He wore a faux-leather jacket over his Apahanta suit, a preference simply to have pockets for PDA and other stuff. It also didn't look bad. As Archos approached the Gallic group, Ezrael made a few steps towards them as well, followed by his KSRs. While he felt rather safe, as he made preparations before returning to the Vault, he wasn't keen on risking too much, and he didn't see any reason to not play along their rules. He knew to what level the Core was keeping their words, and they knew he wasn't stupid enough to meet with both Gallia and Core without having something in the backhand. At least he expected it.

"I see no reason to oppose the Core, Supreme Guildkeeper. If circumstances would have been different, I probably would still be with the Core," Ezrael sounded, speaking the truth here. "I'll keep my word." It was obvious he was treating the Supreme Guildkeeper with respect - simply as there was no reason not to do so. It was not the people of the Core he opposed. Only their methods. Looking over to the gallic crew, then to Archos again, he added something. "I hope your gallic is on par with your latin. My gallic is limited to ordering red wine and a pick-up line."

Listening to his little speech towards the gallic group, Ezrael remained silent. A big diplomatic play was happening here, so Gallia and Core had the highest priority in their interactions. He himself was just additional fluff. A compromise both Gallia and Core tolerated. He was fully aware of the value they saw in him, so he didn't want to push, annoy, disrupt or interrupt anything. With an eye for the detail he looked over to the gallic crew, their uniforms, the way they moved. Their armaments. The curves of the female crewmen. And how they eyed back to him, with distrust.

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