After that night, Enzo woke up with a headache, alone in a bed in one of the lounges...
There was a letter on the other pillow.
"Enzo, this was an unbelievable night, I enjoyed it very much
I wanted to stay longer, but business called me, you know...
I can't wait for next time ; )
- Bisous, Mia Antoinette"
He smiled for a few seconds, then turned around and closed his eyes, not caring that he was not in his own room.
Dudley Bob. A lonely Junker from Bretonia, working as smuggler and trader, looking for new job opportunities.
That is how he decide to try his luck in Gallia.
Unknown place for him, maybe a place where he can find new business partners and friends, or maybe place where he is not welcome.
He is aware of danger and he know he need to expect worst. After exploring few Gallia systems he find himself face to face with not so friendly Royalists.
Dudley Bob:Hello there, strangers. I am Junker from Bretonia and I am looking for business partners, to make money and earn some status in this unknown part of Sirius. GRN Patrol Ship:*whole ship crew laughing* Well, well. Looks like we got some filthy Junker in his filthy pathetic ship.
You think you can just come here and speak about some business?! You better turn around and go back to your rat hole where you came from. Do it fast or we will make scrap pile from your little ship. NOW!! Dudley Bob:Please... I am sorry if I done anything wrong. I am just poor Junker who is looking for some work. GRN Patrol Ship:I told you to get lost! If you dont do that in next 10 seconds your ship will be destroyed and you will go behind the bars! *started to count* Dudley Bob:All right, dont shoot. I just need to dock at first base to take some food and H-Fuel. I am out of supplies. Can you give me coordinates? GRN Patrol Ship: THATS IT!! SHOOT THAT JUNKER!! I WANT HIM DEAD!!!
"My God... My poor, stupid Dudley, you just make yourself part of the past", Dudley was speaking to himself while trying to evade hostile fire.
Looks like God is watching on Dudley today and he manage to deploy critical shoot by dropping mine in front of Royalist's ship. And they bite that mine so hard that they instantly lose Thruster.
GRN Patrol Ship:STUPID JUNKER!!! You engaged Gallic Royal Navy ship. Royal Crown will heard about this. We will hunt you like animal. Soon when we catch you I will personally put bullet between your eyes!!!
Dudley was looking for friends and partners but he made another enemy, this time powerful Royalist Crown.
He manage to locate safe base. He decide to refill supplies and cruise from this crazy place as fast as he can.
Before he leave base he visit local bar and order cheap wine. While he was drinking his wine he heard some rumour from two unknown pilots.
He heard that some unlawful group named Gallic Brigands are looking for business partners, someone who will work for them.
"I could contact that people while I am still here, maybe they are more friendly than crazy Royalists", he thought.
Again, luck was serving Dudley. He manage to contact some people from Gallic Brigands and they arrange to met at Narbonne Base in Languedoc system.
After few hours Dudley locate named base and requested to dock. Finally some friendly people. Docking operator decide to let him dock at base.
Now Dudley need to met with that person. He saw big shiny "Club Le Baron" sign. That was meting place.
He never saw place like this. Dudley was fascinated. He order cheap wine and take a seat.
Now he is drinking wine and waiting for unknown person... And music is great too.
Paul du Champ was looking around the club for the Gaians. "Ah merde, they said they are at the docking bay."
He left the club, heading to Docking Bay 5. There they were, 2 Gaians. "Messieurs, I hope you did not wait too long. Nice to finally meet you in person, my name is Paul du Champ."
He shook hands with them and led them to "Le Baron", where they took a seat on a reserved table in the back of the Club.
A sexy-looking waitress came over to the table. "Vous voulez les drinks, messieurs?"
Early in the morning Jean enters Le Baron, rubbing his eyes and scratching his head. He had slept badly in the night. But he knew that he was going to meet someone. He spotted him soon. He sat on a table in the corner, looking around twitchy, trying to evade the glances of other people. Jean knew his was a stranger. He walked to the bar, ordered a coffee and headed, with a smile on his face, for the table where the stranger sat, . Without asking, Jean took a seat vis-Ã -vis of the stranger. He took a sip of his hot coffee and said: "So, you must be the Sirian Junkeur that contacted us, alors, I guess you already made the Royalist's acquaintance, and you survived it... You have knocked at the right door, monsieur, how can I help you?"
"Yes, my friend. My name is Dudley Bob and I am Junker from Bretonia. I have great experience in smuggling and trading all around Sirius. I am looking for some job, to earn some money and make new business partners."
Dudley stopped for few seconds just to take some cheap wine. His throat was dry. "And I am here to talk about that. Maybe we can make some business. As I said before, I have great experience in smuggling. I know many smuggling routes. I am willing to be your supplier. I am flying CSF Freighter. Tell me what your people need and I will deliver that. Of course, I am here to make some money, not to do charity work.
Once again Dudley takes bottle of wine, lay back in chair and wait for Jean respond.
"Of course, that sounds great. You will have your stuff in two days. About surprise..."Dudley smiles"... I could bring you something nice. But first I need some rest. I will stay at Narbonne till morning. And maybe I will visit this place tonight, looks like interesting place. He stand up and reach hand to Jean."I have good feeling that this is beginning of great partnership and friendship. We will met when I finish my job. Till than...Dudley leaves "Le Baron".
While following that strange Gallic man, Matthew was chewing his pills as crazy. Sometimes he found it to be a pretty amusing reflection of technical progress when for the last thousand years stammerung was left aside the area of specialists' interest and all the ways to cure it were the same pills as hundreeds years ago. Those small pillules with a Cryer logo carried the magic that let Matthew speak like humans do for a while - and his selective dislexy became something not irrelevant. Anyway, that was the day when he shouldn't had shuttered while talking to that de Champ.
"Bring us some nice wine, and some champagne too" Paul told the waitress
Then he turned back to the two. "So, have you had a nice trip? And how do you like it here?"
Matthew looked at Irvine that was too much entertained with sending a message to Glendale and was typing something on his comm, Irvine looked back and nodded, and then mentioned that the place is pretty much different and the cultural difference that takes place just two jumps so far from here is somehow entertaining. Matthew agreed, the waitresses on Islay weren't so exciting.
"I think I mentioned it in the letter - while we are both interested in the supplies of our 'special' plants, this is considered a medical experiment 'technically'. So, eh, you'll keep an eye on the whole thing, right?"
Then he paused for a second and added, "and, yes, the place is impressive. Provocative, even. Right now it provokes me to do something useful."
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