Lafiel Tarrant

[Lafiel]

it had taken less than a day to get to leeds and fill up with refugees and time had flown as they arrived at manhattan. Lafiel hadn't mingled with the refugees at Olivers request it was an unknown if there were any Kusari agents hiding amongst them even though lafiel knew that a small portion of the refugees were actually crew in disguise. She hated having to quickly run down hallways when going from her room to the bridge an back again dodging doctors but especially staying clear of any refugees. There had been many stops on the way as the medical ship rendered assitance to many planets Lafiel didnt know or recognise on the way. She felt so lonely as she looked out view screen on the bridge at the blue planet that was Manhattan.

The senior Aviator a middle aged man with dark brown hair an hazel eyes named sampson Mertel had been courteous enough to point out various stations an planets of note as they had made their way through liberty space. He had just finished explaining about the various imports an exports of planet manhattan as Lafiel stood by him at his console were he sat towards the front of the bridge.
It was small entertainment but she was happy in a sense she had made a sort of friend he didn't seem to care about class who she was he treated her as an equal. Lafiel pointed at the smaller station on the view screen she spoke her well spoken posh accent of the bretonian nobility flowed gracefully from her lips, "Senior Aviator... I mean um Mister Mertel what is that station over there." The senior Aviator with out a second glance spoke in a thickly accented scottish voice however accented was not the heavy belly roll that she had accustomed to people of that decent, " That is Trenton station Muh girl. You can find many a cargo item there I tend to think of it as a Freelancer Nightmare myself. There is a nice pub of the station too." Lafiel couldn't hold back a smirk as she thought to herself that the Senior Aviator must have great experience an a practical knowledge of the pub butit turned it to a slight grimace as she scolded him, "I'm not a girl Sampson Korin Boltalas Mertel I'm a lady not a child please don't call me girl it implies such miss information." The Senior Aviator smirked, "Countess have you slept with any man made love with a man before?" Lafiel Blushed an looked away hiding her face with her long blonde hair as her cheeks turned a deep shade of red which contrasted heavily against her pale alibaster skin tone. She blurted out, "What Kind of question is that?" The Senior Aviator sat back in his chair looking smug, "I didn't think so muh girl your still but an innocent child in the eye of the universe and my book. An till recently you are now once again seen as such by your own nation who have raised the drinking an age of adult from 18 to 21." as Lafiel folded her arms he quietly teased whispering, "There is no place for sulking on the bridge of a starship muh girl. straighten your lip an pull up a chair by my calculations we will be departing soon for Rheinland we have our new cargo. It should be a little touchy though as Liberty an Rheinland are at war they might not take to kindly for us to be carrying such goods." Lafiel spoke, "Surely there will be no issue we are all from Bretonia besides this is a disguise that should keep most people unsuspecting." The Senior Aviator looked at his console as it bleeped a message popped up in text he read it before turning to Lafiel, "You are to return to your quarters Lafiel. Your butler Oliver wants a word with you." Lafiel frowned she wasn't about to forgive Oliver yet, "I guess I better go see what he wants it is obviously important since I havent been on talking terms with him an he obviously presumes I have forgiven him. Thank you Mr mertel it has been nice to talk with you" The Senior Aviator nodded looking at his conosle as the crew made ready to depart, "Call me Sam."

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