Une vie d'amour | C. Ludenberg and M. de Gobineau

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Metz-Nord Patrotte, Planet Metz, Lorraine System. 12th March 827 AS/743 AGS, 17:55 local time.

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Adaptation to a new post-war reality was hard. Years of constant fighting and work made Miroslav forget how to be a proper Gaul. How to be classy and elegant. He had only a few days to adapt. After he got his first ever official 'day-off' after almost five years of front-line warfare and supply runs, both for Conseil and for new government, he had a lot things to do. Buy a proper suit, rent a luxury hovercar, organize the date, get a haircut and finally - shave. He was so out of touch with all the new trends that he felt almost ashamed of his being while doing all these trivial tasks. So many things have changed in Gallia. It was so much easier several years ago when he was working a regular corporate job on a Quillan.

And despite all the planning, all the precautions and all the preparations - it was ruined.

Ruined by a some cheeky Kusarian and his rusty ugly freighter who alerted whole spaceport of Metz-Nord Patrotte and it was locked out by port security.

Miroslav didn't knew exactly what happened there. Did he tried to smuggle something to Metz? Why and what? Weapons of mass destruction, drugs, alien artifacts? All the logical and objective reasoning behind this was simply absent. But thinking about this helped to pass the time. Three whole hours of waiting.

Brand-new performance luxury hovercar Divo La Voiture Noire 22, black as tar and elegant as swan, was parked on a VIP place just near the main entrance. Weather was chilly and foggy but somewhat comfortable. Light of twin suns on the skies gently illuminated the busy spaceport and it's esoteric shapes. Miroslav waited with his hands crossed and leaning on the car. With a help of a grumpy old lady in a atelier, usually harsh and abrasive Miroslav now looked fabulous. Long stylish black leather coat, warm and cozy winter fedora and fingertip-less gloves, he looked like a very suave Corsican waiting for his godfather. And he was waiting for one. Well, except for the '-father' part.

Miroslav was almost mad at the security. Not because he was forced to wait but because she was. It was surreal for him. He was ready to call the security chief of this place and he was ready to annihilate him with his authority but regular security outside the main gate said that it was, indeed, serious. He didn't trusted them but decided not to complicate things more. And he waited.

And finally, the lockdown was lifted.

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