Green light. He admitted he had no idea how to convince her and still made it. He tried to hide his surprise, as he first expected her to deny the request the moment she talked about drawing the line. She had probably noticed it nevertheless.
It made him wonder. He had said it before, but now, with her actually giving the permission, he thought about how the gallic people would look at him, especially in case of him receiving a gallic citizenship. There were certain advantages about the idea, if he was honest. The distance between Gallia and the Omicrons. Maybe Gallia was the place to bail out fully. Sombra had mentioned Planet Blouis a few times, which was the closest Gallia had to Curacao, in a way.
Settling down there? Maybe. But what would happen to the Apahanta? Selling it? Returning it to the Core? For now, he would keep it. His ship, his crew. Mobility, the power to defend himself and his inferiors. Access to Gallia was all they needed. Settling down was something for the distant future.
Ezrael smirked at her after having been visibly in thought. Sombra was right. There was something charismatic about her. Under other circumstances, he would have liked to listen to her life's stories in a more private setting.
"Not now, and not in the near future, admittedly. I have thought about buying a house on the rheinlandian planet Baden Baden. Beautiful black sand beaches, the planetary environment close to what Curacao has. But I believe I couldn't befriend with it. It is simply not Curacao. And like that, I believe your Planet Blouis would give me the same feeling, although Miss Hookier said she enjoyed her two days down there. I believe the only planet that feels like home to me is and will always be Curacao. It is difficult to explain. Maybe I can show you at some point, Amiral." He sighed, smiling dreamily at her table.
Then his smile vanished. "I don't know how much value you put into my word, Amiral, but take it as a promise that my crew and I will not cause trouble in any way in Gallia. I assume it won't be easy for me to convince your people to give us a chance just like you do. Miss Hookier told me about her experiences in Gallia during her stay. The looks she caught in certain areas. Not everyone was hostile to her, but still. And then, the sight of a Mako-class warship in their space, shortly after the events of Omega-3." He paused, looking at her in a more firm way. "Pardon my curiousity, Amiral, but how does Gallia view the Core now, given their direct involvement in the war with Bretonia?"
