28th of July, 830 AS, HMS Ark Royal, Bretonian Space...
Chaos! As Bretonia continues to suffer economically, and with Liberty dragged away by infighting, a plan has been masterminded by the leading officials of the Bretonian Government to put into action the first steps towards a complete destruction of the Gallic ideals, and with them, perhaps even create a better Sirius.
But, between the proposals of turning New Paris into another Leeds and attempting to change the blockade into an offensive alliance aimed at invading Gallia, there stands one single person who has the power to stop it all: Former noble d'Aubigny. Options are not many, but from the talks held thus far with officials, she has pledged her full support for the movement, for it remains the last hope Bretonia has at 'peaceful' negotiations with Gallia.
Today shall be a long day, not only for Mrs d'Aubigny, but just as much for the Bretonians...
Éléanor had sat in the cockpit of her fighter for a few moments more than any of the hanger crew were comfortable with. Taking a minute to catch her breath and pack her flight helmet, before hopping out and landing on the deck.
She wasn't really sure how this was going to pan out... At the minimum it was going to earn her a death sentence across all of Gallia. And as for the Bretonians, well, it was unlikely they would all be as diplomatic as mistranslating Archibald, and a grudge built on planetary genocide would be a hard foundation to argue against.
Regardless of all that. It was the best chance to make a difference, at least, in the way she hoped.
In person, d'Aubigny was above average in height, and carried urself with the sort of entitled confidence one might expect from someone raised in a blue blooded household, though as before, her clothes and heavy jacket are merely a Sirian brand imitation of some Gallic styles. With her flight gloves removed, the array of scars across her palms and fingers become obvious for anyone paying attention, marks indicative of shrapnel injuries, familiar to this with a history in the military.
d'Aubigny let out a breath, and smiled diplomatically to whatever liaison would be around to take her to the meeting.
Éléanor Véronique d'Aubigny. I believe i'm expected, and it won't do to keep such busy people waiting now, will it?
