Munich Conference of 827

[EisenSeele]

Kai Siegfried slowly limps towards the negotiating table. The peculiarity of his deliberate yet ungraceful gait, hunched stature, and sharp taps of his cane magnified by two enormous marines that marched silently to his flank with practiced precision and impeccable posture. Nothing about the tired looking old man in an unadorned bridge uniform betrayed his rank, save for the laurel crown of command adorning the Federal Eagle on his lapel pin.

Siegfried gestures with his hand, as a marine silently pulls the chair of the nearest place setting. With a grunt, the admiral laboriously collapses into his chair.

"You will have to excuse me for my current state. I am still recovering from my retirement, and will need to get acclimated to station gravity."

The other marine swiftly sets a tablet in front of the Admiral.

Siegfried stares intently at Marggraf as if to measure his entire being.

"So, shall we begin?"

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