"Thanks for filling my glass, indeed very kind of you " he was looking anywhere but not into Achiles eyes."Well if i did not let myself to be understood , as i said i am weaponary scientis, which meens that i create or inovate new or old tech..As what i do..I worked on many shield and some many guns..My job oscialte into more fo the commn stuff , like par example the Cerberus turets..I am the one how make sure they work and affect how they should. So on a bigger field i the one who desings and makes sure everyting is fine and the vessel that will wear these will ahev all their guns working and not becoming a free shoting training...So this is my work..Well i have some major projects i worked on , some of them being the Werewolf and the Primary GRN turrets..So i hope you understand my job..."
Then he takes a sipform his glass and a bite form his chesse .
“…He’s not confiding in me appropriately, is he? Well then, curry him along, Achille, and keep his glass plied. Perhaps you can broker contact with those eyes of his…”
“….An intriguing profession, sir. A technical specialist ascending to fleet officer acumen? Well, indeed, that is quite the achievement to be lionised; bravo to you, Thedore, you have earned your lapels sterling fashion.”The Burgundian declaimed, consciously letting the butchered Anglicism slip by way of a reaction test. “…What are the tenuous loyalties of this man, this remarkable man, one of the rare none-fleet academy educated officers but rather one of the true labourers, who has slaved his way from the armoury to the bridge deck?” His mind scathed. That was the predicament with dedicated people – they had an uncanny tendency to be difficult to prise. None the less, a little liquid leverage here and there never ran amiss.
“…I am curious as to exactly why you may wish to share these details with one such as myself, monsieur. We have been present for quite the interval, and yet have not picked a topic for discourse other than your career affairs.”
“…Pray, is there a ulterior motive?”
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His eyes glanced and with a sharp turn of his head , his eyes meet Achile and with a grinn followed up "What i can say mon ami , guns and weapons are not so much of topic to talk, neither to shere , somethings are private and not for public . But i have to say we can talk about yourself monseur Achile. As you'ved mention we shall open a nice topic of our mind, but you get my mind on you..Evolve more about yourself.."
“…Oh, how tactful of you Thedore – far more of the diplomatic minotaur than I had taken you for. By re-orientating, or rather, appearing to re-orient, our discourse to a rebellious strain, you had me bridging on the treasonous. Now now ami; this is not how this discussion was intended to operate, Achille. Do not permit yourself to be stewarded.”
“…Apologies ami, the query was unpardonable”.The Burgundian grovelled, conscious that whilst no positive answer had been given, nor had the antithesis which was as heartening as the former, in the Burgundian’s book. “…I mean not to press burdens upon your responsibilities… or your loyalties, if the extreme mistake is taken. Feel free to withhold whatever you suits your liberties; I mean not to be the inquisitor, indeed, no more than a functional ear.”
“You wish to know more of your guest? Oh, the narrative will bore you, surely, but as you remain so insistent…” Achille soothed, pouring himself a liberal provision.“…I may open for you.”
“...My place of birth? Burgundy, in a first-rate cabin on a third-rate (and now, thoroughly recycled) luxury liner of little consequence around some indefinite orbital point above planet Beaune. The bed was a four-poster, I believe, and stank of coffee dregs and female bodily fluids, although imagination may be adding a degree of over-embellishment to that imagery.”Achille laughed serenely.
“...As the Fourth in the litter of a traditionally minded lineage of rather wealthy bourgeois grappling to gain access to the ranks of the aristos, my financial prospects were fair, but not optimum. My childhood was one of opulent abandonment, and thus barely worthy of consideration. At university I persevered until my (rather rapid) acquisition of some tawdry doctorate in applied astrodynamism, a title which has entitled me to naught but to have those ill-acquainted with me insist on the moniker “Dr Nadeau”, usually pending correction, along with entitling me to with some insignificant officer’s post, should some GRN enlistment officer inevitably encroach.”
“...The next gaggle of years was spent… errantly. Eight years on a deep space exploration vessel, some trifling accusation of Marquisian aid, circumnavigated with a foray into the GRN’s ranks, as a backwater intelligence analyst. My military career was unerringly short, and became merrily curbed after the first term of service when the implication of being ferreted away from the Nougent Au Roi battlegroup and handed and assignation with actual potential for bodily harm. For another year, I spent my whiles a-wasting-cum-profiteering down on a certain Junker arcology, when me and Autoine first disrupted each other over a remarkably lengthy poker game, over which we both cheated flamboyantly. He played for his company, a certain “Gallic Trading Limited”, whilst I played for the family silverwear. When I became CEO and him the proprietor of my estates, we concurred to share. Ever since then we have been liaising in the business of the other.”
“…But come, come, enough of me!”Achille declaimed, with a notable urgency. “What of this, ah‘nice topic’which you so merrily raise? You have me enraptured, Thedore.”
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So he sat there and had a glance in his eyes, a spark some shall say , looking at Monseur A.Nadeau elaborating such an interesting story of his life but then he had to ruin all the moment, as he had to leave:
"Monseur a.Naduea it was such a huge honor to meet you and have this conversation, but sadly i have to leave,it will let me feel uncomplet but my duties call me and so i can't refuse them , so i hope now for later seing and having a better chance to talk more along days but now to you and my big brother i have to say Au Revoir" And so the man exists the room , his heai woobeling around and his posture was straight . Then slowly the doors closed and let the room silanced.
"Well mon ami Achile how did my no formal brother looked into your eyes?"