03-15-2020, 03:18 AM
The Ile-de-France System
Aboard Versailles Station
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As the airlock door of the Judgement opened, Joseph slowly stepped down the gang-way until he reached the proper flooring of the station. The Prince wore a dark royal blue blazer, a matching vest underneath and a contrasting white dress shirt underneath the vest itself, a matching dark blue tie brought it all together, dark blue slacks and extremely well shined pair of dress shoes. The only thing that stood out was the purple fleur-de-lys of his house pinned to his lapel, and it would only stand out if someone was immediately in front of him.
He drew in a deep breath as he looked around the busy station - a former vacationing spot for him and his family, and now it seemed to be a center of commerce for the Confederation that had usurped his father. He was simultaneously proud, and disappointed. Proud to see that the station still held the life that he once knew, and disappointed that individuals of a corporation that backed the house his people fought against now laid claim to this once beautiful station. He was slightly surprised at the lack of Confederal security aboard the station itself, though he assumed that Interspace was paying a decent chunk of credits to ensure that their own security forces were the ones who were present aboard the station, which made him relax a little bit. After his recent declaration it was probably not wise to step foot within practical inches of a war tribunal, and his ultimate death. But on the other hand... he was practically immune, as the man who he was meeting here today controlled a vast wealth - most likely equal to his families, and anyone who controls a vast fortune like that can easily make sure a man as wanted as the Crown Prince, immune to any sort of imprisonment, after all... what good is money if it can't buy ones freedom?
His royal guard, despite some loud protesting, remained aboard the Judgement. Joseph wanted to meet this man by himself, and as such, he slid his hands into his pockets and began making his way towards the destination. A penthouse suite that used to belong to the Prince himself, no doubt turned into a business office of a rich corporate jock. He didn't bother doing any research on the man he was about to meet, because it intrigued him and he wanted to personally go into this meeting relatively blind, and after the blunder with the Outcasts, he decided to take this approach directly, rather than sending his own double to do it - again, something that was loudly protested by his royal guard.
For all he knew, he was walking into a deadly trap, or a budding relationship that would help restore him to his throne, and he certainly wanted to present himself as trusting, especially to someone who may have well funded the entire war effort to stop his house from completely destroying Bretonia. But why would this Preston man want to talk to him now, after all of these years? He kept his smile as more than a few people stopped and looked at him. No doubt minor nobles.
"Is that?"
"Oui... it is..."
"I thought he was dead."
"Didn't you hear the news about the rebels on Exeter?"
The whispers were music to his ears, though in true deFrance fashion, he ignored them as he continued his stroll. No one was going to touch him, No one was going to stop him. This was his Kingdom.
He drew in a deep breath as he looked around the busy station - a former vacationing spot for him and his family, and now it seemed to be a center of commerce for the Confederation that had usurped his father. He was simultaneously proud, and disappointed. Proud to see that the station still held the life that he once knew, and disappointed that individuals of a corporation that backed the house his people fought against now laid claim to this once beautiful station. He was slightly surprised at the lack of Confederal security aboard the station itself, though he assumed that Interspace was paying a decent chunk of credits to ensure that their own security forces were the ones who were present aboard the station, which made him relax a little bit. After his recent declaration it was probably not wise to step foot within practical inches of a war tribunal, and his ultimate death. But on the other hand... he was practically immune, as the man who he was meeting here today controlled a vast wealth - most likely equal to his families, and anyone who controls a vast fortune like that can easily make sure a man as wanted as the Crown Prince, immune to any sort of imprisonment, after all... what good is money if it can't buy ones freedom?
His royal guard, despite some loud protesting, remained aboard the Judgement. Joseph wanted to meet this man by himself, and as such, he slid his hands into his pockets and began making his way towards the destination. A penthouse suite that used to belong to the Prince himself, no doubt turned into a business office of a rich corporate jock. He didn't bother doing any research on the man he was about to meet, because it intrigued him and he wanted to personally go into this meeting relatively blind, and after the blunder with the Outcasts, he decided to take this approach directly, rather than sending his own double to do it - again, something that was loudly protested by his royal guard.
For all he knew, he was walking into a deadly trap, or a budding relationship that would help restore him to his throne, and he certainly wanted to present himself as trusting, especially to someone who may have well funded the entire war effort to stop his house from completely destroying Bretonia. But why would this Preston man want to talk to him now, after all of these years? He kept his smile as more than a few people stopped and looked at him. No doubt minor nobles.
"Is that?"
"Oui... it is..."
"I thought he was dead."
"Didn't you hear the news about the rebels on Exeter?"
The whispers were music to his ears, though in true deFrance fashion, he ignored them as he continued his stroll. No one was going to touch him, No one was going to stop him. This was his Kingdom.