Manoel's Spirit

[Backo]

The prepared 'no' did not fire. Eliza stood quiet for a few more moments, evaluating things and considering the possibilities. On one hand this was much like her old and nearly forgotten job at Manoel. On the other this station was much bigger and the bureaucracy with it was also likely to be scaled. But that wasn't what really worried the auburn haired girl, the real fear was that it was just a convenient way for Enma to keep track on her as she would be tied to the station. Outright accusing her of such would have likely led to even more arguing so Valdez decided to take on a different approach.

"I already have plans to leave Bretonia, Enma. I just chose this place for the meeting as I knew you disliked Bretonia and it would all get you grumpy."

A mischievous grin appeared on Eliza's face. This sort of teasing was reminiscent of the older and better days they had together. Still, the past was gone and the future was ahead. The girl turned her gaze towards the not too distant bar window exposing the asteroid field they were located in.

"I planned to return to my life before I ever got into Maltese politics. A freelance pilot exploring the universe."

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Republic of the Sword and Sun