Old Friends

[Zapp]

"Well Wesley.."

"Zane."

"Zane. You have many friends here in the LWB, and you know any of the revolutionary groups in Rheinland would support you as well, you know that. The IMG here turned its back on you like the Military turned its back on your before." He takes a swig from his mug to punctuate the point.

"What are you going to do, go trader? I heard your sister died running a Daumann convoy."

"WHAT?" My sister was working for Daumann the entire time I was attacking them? Why hadn't.. what had... how? I had no idea that she was anywhere but on Planet Stuttgart with our mom.

"Aye, Wilde in the Omegas. Nasty business."

"How do you know?" All the old hatred for them is resurfacing, I can't afford to let that consume me. Not again.

"It was on the news. Huge attack, hers was the biggest ship to go, a Daumann Heavy Tanker. They made a special note of it since she was sibling to the infamous Wesley Richter." I feel some odd sense of satisfaction coming from him, as if he thinks he's pulling me closer to his agenda. I can respect what he's trying to do and the LWB are trying to accomplish, but that's not me anymore.

"No. No, this doesn't... change anything." It takes some effort to bite the words off. He frowns, but I cut him off as he tries to say something else.

"Thank you for your kindness Johann. I think I'll get a room here on Vogtland and think about my next move. I'll call you before I leave."

I down the rest of my drink and stalk off to the nearest hotel/barracks type building.

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