The color of betrayal

[Pingu!]

SMP Mercs, some Gallic people, seemed like trusty and fair people, earning for their living, and wiling to help others. After some arrangements were made, they granted us docking privileges at Reunion, and they said they need to take care of some stuff back home. They promised they'll try to help Takeshi, by getting him to their best medical facility, known to exist in Gallia. After several days spent moored to Reunion, we got real look, how strange and dangerous that space is, that space where we should enter, to help our crewmember... It was full of strange people, strange ships, who never liked newcomers, and who treated them with caution and hostility.
We were on guard twenty-four hours a day, gunners were at their posts, and few marines - we had aboard - were ready, for worst to happen, to defend Nekure.
Fortunately, Gallic mercs were back in few days, bringing some good news... We were granted passage through Gallia, but just to Medical Facility, some station called ' Nimes ' . On our way there, wing of Council bombers, joined us, "just for security reasons", they said... We arrived there shortly, and nothing could be done without help of that good people, group calling itself SMP.

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Adam: Sir, mooring process is completed!
Grey: Very good. Malcom, hail that station.
Malcom: Nimes station, this is Cruiser Nekure, requesting permission to come to station! One of our men is seriously injured!

- After few seconds, voice with French accent was heard from other side

Nimes: This is Nimes docking control, you are cleared to transfer your man to Nimes. However, security will escort you to medical facilities.
Grey: That sounds... Reasonable.
*



After that moment, when they heard they are allowed to help Takeshi, most of bridge crew rushed to Nekure's sickbay, to transfer Takeshi to Nimes. That all happened so quickly, Takeshi was at Nimes's medical facilities in no time.

- Few moments after they managed to get Takeshi to Medical, they were called to Nimes' bar.

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Unknown: Captain Grey, Emily, Malcom, please, meet me in bar. We have several things to discuss.
Grey: Hum, lets go...
*

When we managed to find our way to bar, there was sitting mister claiming to be Michael Loup. By hand, he showed us to join him. Well, it would be rude not to accept, so we started moving towards table.

*
Loup: Take a drink, Gallic finest. You can't find any of this wine in Sirius...
Grey: Heh, why not. Don't forget to include my friends too, Emily and Malcom.
Loup: Yes, of course.
- Barmen, 4 glasses and bottle of finest wine, he shouted.
Loup: Now, lets talk..
Loup: Well... We were kind to you, we are trying to help Takeshi... Would you be that kind, to help us with few things?
Grey: Well... That would be possible. In what are you specific interested?
Loup: We encountered some strange blue creatures... They don't seem to communicate as we do.
Loup: Plus, they showed hostility towards our mercs operating in Taus. We'd be interested in some informations about that... Things.
Grey: Reasonable. But that is... If we give you that informations, you'll be opening Pandoras box.
Grey: Are you sure you want to know about it?
Loup: Y-Yes.
Grey: Well then. Malcom, you know what you have to do.



Loup: That seems... Interesting... And dangerous too. We are grateful.
Grey: Well... Thats our part of deal. Now we'll return to Nekure, if you don't mind, to get some rest.
Loup: Be my guest.
*

While three Order fugitives were leaving bar, going for Nekure, Mister Loup was still sitting by the table, confused, reading to data-pad. He was terrified about power of those creatures, and praying that he never encounteres them...

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