The Rogue Officer

[Wolfs Ghost]

Hangar Bay 2, Platform 18

Once the ship had settled in. A Jacket dropped down from the fighter, the jacket was an Armed Forces dress jacket, that clanged once it hit the metal flooring. Next dropped a man who landed near perfectly on his feet, only stumbling forwards a bit before standing straight and dusting himself off.

After straighting out his shirt and glancing around, Austin picked up his Armed Forces dress jacket and slung it over his shoulder. He was wearing blue jeans, a white dress shirt with a gray vest over it, and polished dress shoes. On his hip laid his trusty standard issued pistol, giving to him by the Armed Forces months before his desertion.

He kept the jacket slung over his shoulder, holding it with two fingers on the inner-collar. He gave a low whistle as he saw people scurrying around the station. A normal day, so it seemed.

The thought of Cambridge came to mind, why? He didn't know and only shrugged it off. He saw a familiar face walking towards him. A thin smile appeared on his lips once he recognized the person, it was Sipher. A long time friend that Austin had originally hated, though after he saved Sipher's life, and Sipher saved his life a few times, they became best of friend.

Of course the past at the moment didn't matter, not yet so he cleared those thoughts out of his mind and went to focus on the main objective, the meeting he had planned. He took a few steps out of sight of anyone else and waited for the two people he was actually waiting on. One happened to be an Ensign of the Armed Forces, who was suppose to be on leave for a head injury.

Strolling slowly out of sight behind his fighter he looked up and reached out to touch the nearest scorch mark. Kusari neutron weapons left the burn on his hull, as well as lasers and tachyon shots. The fact this bird was still able to fly was what made him proud to be a Bretonian. The fact that he was a hero turned fugitive made that smile a sad one.

He let the jacket drop to the floor as he leaned back against the body of the Templar and waited, whistling to himself.

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