A Konteradmiral and a smuggler

[Dark.Star]

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The Rheingau's job was finished, it escorted the Pitbull outside of Rheinland as the response doctrine says. Klaus was still unsure regarding the smuggler's offer. Everything went according to plan so far, but, still, he was a smuggler, and a stranger, and, what he feared worst, was that the smuggler knew that he was a Konteradmiral and might try to take him out. Klaus sighed, took a finishing coffee sip and put out his cigar. Instead of the officer uniform, he managed to find more...'civilian looking clothes'. Despite a Donau being outside of Bornholm, if they wanted to take the captain out, normally, they would look for someone who looks like a captain, specifically a uniform. In the end, Gerwald took a deep breath and just faced that now it's the moment of truth, either a friend or enemy. Calmly, he entered the corridor extended from his Donau to Bornholm, and entered the station. Everyone seemed to be the usual people you would normally find on a junker base: Criminals, traders, freelancers and whatnot, but, it was like a Freeport after all. He went to the bar, and took a seat at a table that was in a far corner of the bar, with a view to the huge asteroid field to the north-east of the station. All he had to do now, was wait for the smuggler to come. This time it truly was a game of life and death, he had no firearms, as he decided that would fit, even though the situation might get worse. As he sat down, he gazed out the window, then to the rest of the bar, then again to the window, looking at a few gargantuan asteroids. He sighed, and then fixed his eyes on the table, sometimes taking a peek to see if he could spot the smuggler coming.

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