Whiskey and Wine

[Keller]

Being more or less summoned to the Essex with his recruit warranted some degree of suspicion. But Keller had little in the way of power, Field Marshal in title only and in command of a bare-bones militia likely to be knocked down by a stray sneeze. The flight took a few hours, and he'd do his best to explain the situation to Ambre before arriving.

"Did you know each other well?" He asked as they pulled in for a landing, the shuttle shuddering mildly as it clamped down on the deck.