Lafiel Tarrant

[Lafiel]

Lafiel sat looking at the Rheinland agent his face looking stern an intimidating. She wondered whom should speak first when then man speaking his voice was deeply accented which sounded to lafiel like a drawl that might attempt to murder the english language if it attemptes to so speak any longer than a sentence, "Gutentarg Frauline." Lafiels face went blank she understand the greeting but should he continue much further she was at a loss. She thought to herself that she would have to make proffessor Idrin teach her in the language of Rheinland. It was lucky that the communicator suddenly blurped into life an his words translated into the common tongue albeit his accent still shocked her ears how badly words could be abused she replied impassively,"Hello Sir my name is Lafiel Araluen of the transport ship trexus how may I be of assisstance to you?" Lafiel heard him respond but didn't quite make out his name as his heavy coated accent weighed heavy on her ears, "I'm agent Sch... Frauline Lafiel are you aware that there is war going on between Liberty and Rheinland we have detected you carrying luxury goods heading from Liberty." Lafiel's mind raced but she was perfectly calm an level in her response, "We are on a trade mission from Bretonian specifically New London were we have aquired said goods. We are headed to New Berlin." The agent's face became even sterner his voice showing hints of arrogance, "If you were from New London you would have come through the Omega's an not be coming through Liberty space." Lafiel rebutted, "We decided it was a prudent course of action to travel through the safety of Liberty space taking more a main stream route." The agent looked down his nose now at them Lafiel wondered if this was the behaviour for all Rheinlanders he spoke crisply, "We will escort you to Hamburg you will off load your goods there an depart Rheinland space."

Lafiel calmly acknowledge this, "As you wish sir the cargo is of very little concern but I must protest after we have dropped the cargo that we be allowed to continue to New Berlin it is a matter of great importance." The Rheinlander suddenly looked angry, " Frauline you will turn back the way you came. We do not like being lied to." Lafiel's face was impassive but she continued as they docked an cargo started to be offloaded, "With all due respect we must be allowed to New Berlin sir. You have not been lied to it is unacceptable for us to be prevented." The Rheinlander raised an eyebrow, "An to what purpose should we let you to New Berlin you shall leave an not return or you will be removed by force." Lafiel got up she was unsure if she should do this but it could not hurt this was an officical representative of a house in many respects her voice flowed with emotion now her posh well spoken accent escaping no longer in check, "Sir I must confess to you the entire truth, we are from Bretonia we picked up these goods from Liberty as disguise not for smuggling I am Lady Lafiel Countess of Araluen of Cambridge member of the nobility of Bretonian empire it was in disguise that I am forced to flee an go into hiding as the Kusari make more planets frontline battlefields. I admit it I have not left my home willingly in fact far to the contrary. Rheinland is the furthest nation from the vile Kusari dogs whom murder even refugees an civilian which breaks my heart even more at this this running away. Now I must insist please let us as far as new berlin or your outer territories past new berlin."

The man's face went from anger to shock to dumb founded realisation that the situation was not quite an operation of smuggling but an irrational movement of a young girl. He spoke what lafiel seemed as politely or at least his face wasnt as harsh, "Well that at least explains why a mere child is in command of such a large trading vessel. I'm sorry but I can still not allow you to pass through an hide within our borders. The Kusari are more our traditional allies than Bretonia an it could mean many disatorous consequences if we were to grant safe haven for a Bretonian Noble now you must turn back. I am also not at liberty to make such heavy decision as such we must turn you back."

Lafiel blushed her attempt to cover it was ineffective her alibaster features betrayed her as her cheeks turned crimson but she concealed any anger she might have at the mans calling her a child it was most inapropriate and most disrespectful, "I understand sir. We will turn back an attempt through more official channels."

The man nodded his expression impassive, "Good luck Frauline, Safe journey."

Lafiel returned his sentiment, " Stay safe sir."

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