Lafiel's Party (OFFICIAL PARTY THREAD)

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Bridge became anxious as the party opening was getting closer and closer. Being now a lieutenant, he could now assign ensigns to cumbersome tasks like Omega 3 or Stokes lane watch, focusing mainly on management and piracy reports. But no piracy, kusarian assault or blocade runner today, and most of the troubles were induced by overzealous ensigns, or molly activists protesting in orbit of New London, or even Bowex and Gateway traders cordially bitching at each other right in front of the New London-Manchester lane.

When eventually released from duty, he calmly flew back to the Derby and prepared himself. Showered, shaved, cumbed, he felt great in his nice mundane uniform, despite the lack for medals due to his still young career. He then walked to the deck and checked again his paladin. The tech team did a nice work there : his paladin, stripped from its weapons, was conciously washed and now shined under the spots. After the congratulations for this work, he saluted another officer taking of for the very same destination : Cambridge, Manor of Araluen.

The travel was nicely calm along the lanes, and it seems that the low grade scums that sometimes bug the byflyers were all busy elsewere -unless his zealous ensigns proved definitely overzealous by cleaning the way for the numerous officers flying the same direction - . He eventually reached planet Cambridge, which skyes were void of cloud in the evening, and far at the horizon the Manor of Araluem was shining under the naescent moon.

All was perfect. Too perfect actually. After a mental doublecheck, Bridge realized what went wrong.

"Tomoe !"

How could he forget that ? Checking his watch, he realized he was getting horribly late. Pushing the engines to the limit, the shiny paladin broke in a sharp U turn and headed back to the undock ring. Bridge hastly entered the freeport coordinates, cursing himself in expectation of Tomoe's mood, then jumped into the void toward Omega 3.

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