Redcoat

[conmann35]

The one time Premier's flight suit was a surprisingly effective defense against the rain for the majority of his body, although without his helmet, his face was subject to the full, steady onslaught of the constant New London showers. The top of his head was shielded by his trusty kalpak, the fore of it clearly having been restitched at some point, it once having borne a hammer-and-sickle patch that was removed after the first putsch. Either way, the style was assuredly distinct. Men of Turko-Arabic descent and culture as pure as Selim's were very few given the limited and scattered presence of Coalition-aligned people, that had since been heavily diluted by centuries of displacement after the Alliance's exodus from Sol. All in all, despite it being the same substance chemically as snow, the rain of London was much a different thing to feel.

Even if they weren't all as enthusiastic as Captain Hall, the demeanor of the Bretonians was at least strong enough to keep Selim enthused. It was, of course, true that quite a bit of things personal to Selim had been lost as of late. Between that and the rain, and the continuing fact that now wasn't a good time to discuss things, he kept rather quiet.

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