Redcoat

[Zyliath]

:: Planet New London, landing pad ::

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New London. Never in his life would Michel think to set foot on Bretonia's very heart - considering the recntly-ended Gallic War, that is. His flight suit, along with the trench coat he wore over it, allowed him to stay somewhat protected from the rain, as well as his signature beak hat worn on his head. He wasn't a stranger to rainy days - he was used to them back in the days of the Civil War, during the defense of Planet Quillan, in Languedoc - during the final moments of the war, with the Royalists' fleets stomping what defenses the Council had in the system without even breaking a sweat. The only thought of those days made him shiver.

Despite not as enthusiastic as Captain Hall herself, at least the Bretonians' legendary demeanor made Michel feel somewhat at ease. And given the recent events that brought them there in the first place, he remained mostly silent, unlike his usual self.

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