04-27-2022, 06:03 PM
"Mère, we'll be translating into Galileo shortly. Sensors remain clear." Marie-Madeline Cartier, eldest daughter of Yolande Cartier, keyed her in-helmet microphone, piping her sing-song voice directly to the matriarch's quarters. Within, the svelte, well-cared-for figure pondered near-innumerable options for her meeting. Shutting her eyes, Yolande simply ran her hand along the multitudes of hanging gowns, dresses, and suits, eventually tightening her grip and pulling one free at random. With the lights inside kept to a bare minimum, the interior was illuminated primarily by the flashes of jumphole travel. The deckplates groaned slightly as the Taureau traversed lightyears in seconds, before coming to rest once more within the dark, dank confines of the Galileo system.
"Merci, ma fille." Compared to her boisterous daughter, Yolande herself was nearly inaudible. She'd always been one of the most approachable Corsican family heads, more than willing to negotiate with the Maquis in one moment, and Ile-de-France Shipping the next, always treating those who would garner her favor to a kind, motherly tone. That behavior had served her well for many, many years, from the depths of Marseilles to the confines of Clairvaux, and she silently hoped it would garner the favor of this "Josie" as well.
"Josie..." she mused, a smile playing at her lips. "Very cute." Rolling the fabric over in her hands, her smile grew larger. The exact same dress she'd worn on the night the King fled, the night Gallia was turned upside-down, the night she simply strolled from her prison and returned to the stars. Midnight-black, hiding everything she'd prefer to reveal later, and at the same time, placing everything a young man would love to see on display. Slithering her way into the gown, a matching pair of stiletto heels were slipped into, clacking against the deckplates. The engines groaned as Marie spurred them to action once more, pushing the frigate towards the foreboding, inky blackness of the Raiden.
The slightest shift in gravity tugged the mature woman to one side of the ship, then the other as the Taureau straightened out once more. Regaining her footing, Yolande took the shift in stride, coming to rest in front of a large painting of the Marseilles skyline, the once-sunken cities towering over the surface of the endless oceans. "Révèle-toi." The words dripped from her lips like honey, as though she was speaking to her closest lover. In response, the painting shimmered slightly, before disappearing altogether, revealing the thick, heavy door to a safe concealed behind. The locks disengaged with a cla-clunk, and the door swung open, rows upon rows of silver cylinders held neatly in wooden racks. The majority were adorned with an orange, enameled ring, and stamped with a Maltese cross, with the remainder left bare save for the bandana-bedecked symbol of the Corse. Slim, well-manicured fingertips brushed a pair of cylinders, these significantly longer and thinner, approximating the shape of Kusarian hairpins. Withdrawing the pair, Yolande shook her hair back over her shoulders, before pinning her silky locks into a rough bun with the gleaming rods.
The armored frigate plunged into the inky depths of the Raiden in earnest, flashes of lightning casting long, eerie shadows across the cabin. The Taureau was no slouch, to be certain: it had ferried thousands of renowned Gallic Marines into the hulls of Bretonian capital ships, where rifles and bayonets took a grisly toll upon their sailors. Compared to the rough-cut silhouette in the distance, outlined against the black by a particularly vicious dark matter storm, Yolande's conveyance was nearly dwarfed.
"I'm picking up another vessel on sensors, Mère. I believe we have arrived."
Silent as a ghost, Yolande had made her way to the command deck, her dress swishing behind her, partially exposing the trim legs the woman tried so hard to maintain. Resting a hand on Marie's shoulder, her daughter glanced up, before returning her gaze to the scanning display.
"I believe you're right, chère. On your best behavior."