Miles to Midnight

[Reeves]

Fontana Freeport; California System; Republic of Liberty

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Fontana was a den of bootleggers, smugglers and illegal ship modders. Despite the bloody upheaval of its former master, time and circumstances had been favorable thus far. Being the self professed birthplace of the Claymore design, which itself is a Falchion with extra weight and a large gun strapped to the nose, it enjoyed lucrative business opportunities and kept its hidden agendas behind a well made curtain of fronts.

If you looked close enough, you might still see faint outlines of an orange star on some of the walls, even if somebody had hastily painted over them with emblems of their own creation. No doubt adding insult to injury for the people inbound to meet somebody substantially responsible for the eviction of its previous owners. And in truth, that was a reputation Damien genuinely cherished, simply for the fact he had done something he was told he did not have the means to bring about.

As such, he was here early and his honor guard was outside the doors of this small and impromptu conference room that the management provided free of charge, provided of course that this didn't take much more than an hour. Evidently the Alliance Commander had a fair bit of sway here, if the guards with loaded weapons wasn't enough of an indicator. Patiently waiting for this Captain who had requested a talk in the first place, something about Morreti's body language and posture when seated was all too similar to those people considered part of Liberty's high society, perhaps among the upper echelons of even those unfairly privileged few.