Jean-Baptiste entered the lounge with an anxious expression on his face and stiffness in his strut. The newly promoted capitaine was nervous about meeting any of his peers, but in the words of his friend and mentor Ernest Cochet- "It's about goddamn time!"
Jean decided to start the day off with a hot cup of coffee and a couple of croissants. Moving through the lounge with a loaded platter he was frantically looking for a free table. The peace and quiet of the place didn't provide him with the cover he was used to when traversing the chaotic jungle that was the Mess Hall. This time his presence was noticed and he had to exchange some morning greetings with a few people. He received a frightening grin, belonging to someone standing at the bar across the room. He could swear that the man staring him down with such disdain was none other than Amiral Louis Clement himself. While contemplating on the reason behind this fearsome look, Jean tripped over and spilled his coffee in front of him. While swiftly attempting to clean up the mess he had made, he felt another set of eyes on him.
"Madam Commandant..." - was all his lips could mutter out from embarrassment.
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