Leonie Meyer, captain of the Daumann vessel Konigsberg, was sipping her gin. It was horrible. Almost as horrible as this whole idea of Daumann secretly supporting the Unioner resistance against the Rote Hesse. She told Kelsen as much in no uncertain terms. Words such as "idiotic", "suicidal mission", "completely illegal and treasonous", "misguided politician" and "hazard pay" were used. Kelsen gave the order nonetheless. And Leonie listened. She owed Kelsen more than she would like to admit and the pay was good.
Leonie had to be fair, none of her Unioners guests have shot at her so far and they were a rather courteous bunch. It did not lower her sense of unease however. Some of these people made a living out of shooting transports like hers and no amount of "waffenruhe" or whatever the hell Kelsen called it would change that. She touched the blaster on her thigh and the feeling took the edge off slightly. Just as she proceeded light a cigarette from the pack sitting at the table in front of her, some woman decided to sit at the said table with her.
Ahhhhhh, Scheiße, Leonie thought. With the level of my diplomatic skills I am gonna start a shooting war in 5 minutes. That thought made her smirk though. Kelsen and his politics can go fuck themselves.
Leonie looked at the person in front of her with slight unease and felt her blaster again.
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