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Reaper of Rishiri - Ramke - 04-22-2020
The Dromedary's engines audibly hummed as the ship flew through the Karafuto ice field. The shields were operating at full capacity, audibly deflecting the occasional ice crystal impacting the ship as it cut through the dense field of ice. Independent system fields such as this would typically have a high pirate element as it was close to one of the main transit routes in and out of Gallia, but thankfully, this time it shouldn't be an issue.
Yet another batch of blips appeared on the ship's radar system, configured to detect asteroids so that the software could recalculate the route to avoid impact. They had been searching this location for a few hours at the very least. The crew were beginning to think that the information they received was outdated and their target was no longer in the area. One of the pilots peered out the window before spotting a rather odd looking asteroid in the distance and altered course to inspect it. A few seconds later, it became apparent that it wasn't an asteroid, but the prize they were seeking.
Next to one of the larger asteroids deep within the ice field was a Triumph-class destroyer. A very modern class designed for planetary bombardment, the ship responsible for the well-known Glassing of Leeds. It had disabled its Identify Friend/Foe system, and caused no heat signature from the engines, which caused passing ships' systems to believe it was yet another asteroid in the field. It was no surprise it kept itself hidden for so long.
As they flew closer, the heat signature of the ship burst to life. Turrets turned slowly until they locked onto the freighter, causing a daunting sight to behold. The black chambers of the massive turrets stared back menacingly at the Dromedary, waiting for an opportune moment to open fire and take the ship down.
They had to act fast. One of the passengers in the cockpit rushed up to the comms console. It wasn't possible to direct a private communication to them as their systems were disabled to avoid detection, so the only choice was to broadcast the message short-range to all ships nearby. It was a necessary risk to take.
"This is Claire Sophie DeFrance d'Orléans, I have returned with assistance that I managed to secure. Please allow us to dock - this freighter contains food rations, supplies and maintenance equipment that can be of use." the woman spoke into the microphone, anxiously staring at the ship in front of them. The silence was completely unnerving. Nothing moved in the standoff for what seemed like minutes. The tensions remained incredibly high until the ship finally reacted, opening its hangar bay doors.
Having received their response, the freighter slowly impulsed forward, aligning itself with the hangar bay.
Yet another batch of blips appeared on the ship's radar system, configured to detect asteroids so that the software could recalculate the route to avoid impact. They had been searching this location for a few hours at the very least. The crew were beginning to think that the information they received was outdated and their target was no longer in the area. One of the pilots peered out the window before spotting a rather odd looking asteroid in the distance and altered course to inspect it. A few seconds later, it became apparent that it wasn't an asteroid, but the prize they were seeking.
Next to one of the larger asteroids deep within the ice field was a Triumph-class destroyer. A very modern class designed for planetary bombardment, the ship responsible for the well-known Glassing of Leeds. It had disabled its Identify Friend/Foe system, and caused no heat signature from the engines, which caused passing ships' systems to believe it was yet another asteroid in the field. It was no surprise it kept itself hidden for so long.
As they flew closer, the heat signature of the ship burst to life. Turrets turned slowly until they locked onto the freighter, causing a daunting sight to behold. The black chambers of the massive turrets stared back menacingly at the Dromedary, waiting for an opportune moment to open fire and take the ship down.
They had to act fast. One of the passengers in the cockpit rushed up to the comms console. It wasn't possible to direct a private communication to them as their systems were disabled to avoid detection, so the only choice was to broadcast the message short-range to all ships nearby. It was a necessary risk to take.
"This is Claire Sophie DeFrance d'Orléans, I have returned with assistance that I managed to secure. Please allow us to dock - this freighter contains food rations, supplies and maintenance equipment that can be of use." the woman spoke into the microphone, anxiously staring at the ship in front of them. The silence was completely unnerving. Nothing moved in the standoff for what seemed like minutes. The tensions remained incredibly high until the ship finally reacted, opening its hangar bay doors.
Having received their response, the freighter slowly impulsed forward, aligning itself with the hangar bay.
RE: Reaper of Rishiri - Ramke - 04-29-2020
It was clear that the crew weren't taking any chances - the Dromedary was surrounded by armed marines as soon as the hangar doors closed and the hangar re-pressurised. No matter what viewports the freighter's passengers looked from, they saw weapon barrels pointed at them. Claire could understand why; She would have ordered the same thing if she had never left in the first place. A Sirian freighter isn't what you'd like to see entering a Gallic ship, especially after the recent incident. The noble took a deep breath, hoping to calm herself before she had to step out into the spotlight. It didn't really work - her heart continued racing, and the unnatural silence from no longer hearing the engines rumble served to only made it worse.
"What's the worst that could happen?" she thought to herself. They wouldn't shoot her on sight, or so she had hoped. The pilot eventually turned to her, and she didn't need any more of a sign that she shouldn't make them wait any longer. She nodded, muttered "Merci" and made her way towards the disembarking point. Another pair of Outcasts greeted her in the cargo bay, preparing to unload what rations and tools they've gathered for the ship. The woman motioned one over, and requested him to open the cargo bay. They seemed to be in a more optimistic mood than the pilot, likely due to not knowing the number of guns that were pointed at them. She gulped as the man walked away towards the control panel.
It didn't take long for the cargo bay platform to kick into motion, slowly descending and revealing the noble to the crew of the ship. She was wearing clothes befitting of Gallic nobility, a formal noblewoman's uniform of typical Gallic design. It set her apart from the Outcasts that were still unbuckling the cargo like a a sheep in a wolf's den. As the marines came into vision, she froze entirely. While her recent adventures have exposed her to a lot, she was not used to having so many guns pointed at her. Scanning through the marines in front of her, she made out a familiar figure - the commander that she saw on the bridge during their rescue, clad in the same ballistic armour as in the fight against Council operatives. With his hands crossed behind his back, he was cautiously observing the situation.
With a loud clunk, the platform fully descended onto the hangar floor. Despite all of her instincts to not move a muscle, she had to show them that this wasn't some kind of Outcast trick. With heavy anxiety in her chest, she slowly started walking towards the commander. Nobody else followed as she made her way towards him, and she could see him motioning some orders. Not aware of military signals, the noble simply dismissed that they were adapting their guard to the situation and letting themselves be more at ease.
"Arrêt!" one of the marines shouted, raising his weapon at the noble as she approached. She stopped abruptly with clear surprise on her face, not exactly expecting this kind of reaction. She raised her hands, showing that she had no ill intent. The marine approached cautiously, still keeping his guard until he was in speaking range. The woman lowered her hands and began to address the marine.
"Bonjour, I wish to speak with your co-" she was abruptly interrupted as the marine grabbed her arm, letting go of his weapon as it started hanging off of its sling. The noble was turned around roughly, and not long after felt cold metal wrap around her wrists followed by a click. This was the worst case scenario.
"What is the meaning of this? I'm not some common criminal for you to treat me this way! I'm unarmed and brought a freighter full of supplies!" she exclaimed as the marine grabbed her by the arm and started guiding her towards the hallways leading deeper into the ship. The commander she wanted to speak with turned to head the same way, making them slowly trail behind.
The other marines began to slowly approach the ship. She turned her head back at the freighter and saw the Outcasts raising their arms, visibly no longer in an optimistic mood.
"What's the worst that could happen?" she thought to herself. They wouldn't shoot her on sight, or so she had hoped. The pilot eventually turned to her, and she didn't need any more of a sign that she shouldn't make them wait any longer. She nodded, muttered "Merci" and made her way towards the disembarking point. Another pair of Outcasts greeted her in the cargo bay, preparing to unload what rations and tools they've gathered for the ship. The woman motioned one over, and requested him to open the cargo bay. They seemed to be in a more optimistic mood than the pilot, likely due to not knowing the number of guns that were pointed at them. She gulped as the man walked away towards the control panel.
It didn't take long for the cargo bay platform to kick into motion, slowly descending and revealing the noble to the crew of the ship. She was wearing clothes befitting of Gallic nobility, a formal noblewoman's uniform of typical Gallic design. It set her apart from the Outcasts that were still unbuckling the cargo like a a sheep in a wolf's den. As the marines came into vision, she froze entirely. While her recent adventures have exposed her to a lot, she was not used to having so many guns pointed at her. Scanning through the marines in front of her, she made out a familiar figure - the commander that she saw on the bridge during their rescue, clad in the same ballistic armour as in the fight against Council operatives. With his hands crossed behind his back, he was cautiously observing the situation.
With a loud clunk, the platform fully descended onto the hangar floor. Despite all of her instincts to not move a muscle, she had to show them that this wasn't some kind of Outcast trick. With heavy anxiety in her chest, she slowly started walking towards the commander. Nobody else followed as she made her way towards him, and she could see him motioning some orders. Not aware of military signals, the noble simply dismissed that they were adapting their guard to the situation and letting themselves be more at ease.
"Arrêt!" one of the marines shouted, raising his weapon at the noble as she approached. She stopped abruptly with clear surprise on her face, not exactly expecting this kind of reaction. She raised her hands, showing that she had no ill intent. The marine approached cautiously, still keeping his guard until he was in speaking range. The woman lowered her hands and began to address the marine.
"Bonjour, I wish to speak with your co-" she was abruptly interrupted as the marine grabbed her arm, letting go of his weapon as it started hanging off of its sling. The noble was turned around roughly, and not long after felt cold metal wrap around her wrists followed by a click. This was the worst case scenario.
"What is the meaning of this? I'm not some common criminal for you to treat me this way! I'm unarmed and brought a freighter full of supplies!" she exclaimed as the marine grabbed her by the arm and started guiding her towards the hallways leading deeper into the ship. The commander she wanted to speak with turned to head the same way, making them slowly trail behind.
The other marines began to slowly approach the ship. She turned her head back at the freighter and saw the Outcasts raising their arms, visibly no longer in an optimistic mood.
RE: Reaper of Rishiri - Annis - 05-16-2020
Eventually Claire was brought into what seemed like the command and control center of the ship, two marines took sharp turns and assumed guard positions by the door while the one directly behind her walked forward and around the holographic display table that separated her from the Commander, seemingly intent on talking to him.
"We retrieved the supplies she brought and placed them under processing as instructed. What of the others?" It was very obvious that the Marine was talking about the Outcasts that had come with her. The Commander looked up from the display on the table and directly at Claire, he had jet black hair that seemed neatly brushed back across his head, still conforming to regulations evidently. Though he did also seem strangely similar in terms of facial features to the former Captain of the vessel, from the sharp judgemental eyes to the constantly clenched jaw.
"Kill them." He said without any hesitation or cracks in composure. As if he'd planned for this quite obsessively, having faith in the fact that the Marines could handle themselves, and yet all the same Claire seemed to have a moment's window of opportunity to work with, if she wanted to speak out against those orders.
"We retrieved the supplies she brought and placed them under processing as instructed. What of the others?" It was very obvious that the Marine was talking about the Outcasts that had come with her. The Commander looked up from the display on the table and directly at Claire, he had jet black hair that seemed neatly brushed back across his head, still conforming to regulations evidently. Though he did also seem strangely similar in terms of facial features to the former Captain of the vessel, from the sharp judgemental eyes to the constantly clenched jaw.
"Kill them." He said without any hesitation or cracks in composure. As if he'd planned for this quite obsessively, having faith in the fact that the Marines could handle themselves, and yet all the same Claire seemed to have a moment's window of opportunity to work with, if she wanted to speak out against those orders.
RE: Reaper of Rishiri - Ramke - 05-17-2020
Claire wanted to return to the Belisama ever since she left, however she didn't feel at all relieved once she was back to where she started. As soon as she started moving through the hallways, her memories came flooding back. Once having ran through the very same narrow corridors to escape, she was now being escorted back into the depths of the ship. That didn't bode well for her composure, but she managed to contain her anxiousness to the point where she seemed like she was only marginally phased by the situation. It seemed like the atmosphere changed significantly, with most of what she considered friends and colleagues now looking at her with disdain as she was cuffed and led through the bowels of the ship.
Sitting down on the opposite side of the table, she listened to the exchange between the marine and the commander. She tried adjusting her wrists, but the cuffs were uncomfortably tight and refused to budge. The noble felt his judgemental eyes pierce through her shallow confidence as he turned his gaze, almost making her drop her facade. His nonchalant command to murder the people she arrived with stunned her even further, her eyes widening in response. She opened her mouth to reply, but the first words came a second later. "Commandeur, you cannot be serious!" she spoke as she stammered the beginning of her sentence.
"I've had these men bring you all the supplies necessary to keep this ship alive. Food, water, tools, fuel. They even brought prometheum!" she explained in a quick pace. Most of those resources were of Gallic origin, and the fact that the Outcasts had them in the first place didn't bring any uncertainty as to how they were obtained. Despite what losses Gallic traffic may have suffered for them to obtain that cargo, she hoped it would at least be put to good use.
"You can't call yourself a servant of the Kingdom if you decide to treat a member of DeFrance like some common criminal and murder those who help you!"
Sitting down on the opposite side of the table, she listened to the exchange between the marine and the commander. She tried adjusting her wrists, but the cuffs were uncomfortably tight and refused to budge. The noble felt his judgemental eyes pierce through her shallow confidence as he turned his gaze, almost making her drop her facade. His nonchalant command to murder the people she arrived with stunned her even further, her eyes widening in response. She opened her mouth to reply, but the first words came a second later. "Commandeur, you cannot be serious!" she spoke as she stammered the beginning of her sentence.
"I've had these men bring you all the supplies necessary to keep this ship alive. Food, water, tools, fuel. They even brought prometheum!" she explained in a quick pace. Most of those resources were of Gallic origin, and the fact that the Outcasts had them in the first place didn't bring any uncertainty as to how they were obtained. Despite what losses Gallic traffic may have suffered for them to obtain that cargo, she hoped it would at least be put to good use.
"You can't call yourself a servant of the Kingdom if you decide to treat a member of DeFrance like some common criminal and murder those who help you!"
RE: Reaper of Rishiri - Annis - 05-17-2020
The Commander, having not yet properly introduced himself simply nods at her assertion, he forces a smile if only out of politeness for the fact that Claire is truly who she says she is, and that much he already knows for certain. He makes a gesture to the Marine beside him, who then walks back around the table to cautiously remove the restraints that bind the protesting noble. Once the Marine has done so, he backs off a little and then defaults to his post behind the Commander.
"My Duchess, I have nothing but respect for you. My family, more specifically my father and I were incredibly devoted to the Crown. A dedication so concrete that they dubbed my father the Warden of Orleannais. A title that now transfers to me by way of inheritance, to which I no doubt owe to your accomplices that deemed killing him prudent." There was a pause, not for contemplation but merely to allow the sudden burst of rapid gunfire in the background to pronounce itself and then cease, it was only one series of weapons, suggesting the Marines had slaughtered the people Claire came with.
"I just have one question, Duchess. Did you have anything to do with it?" This by no means seemed like an inconsequential question, considering the fact that it was preceded by murder not even a few seconds prior, but yet all the same this Commander seemed to regard Claire with a degree of hesitation, as if he wanted for her to have not been involved. But truth could be such a fickle thing.
"My Duchess, I have nothing but respect for you. My family, more specifically my father and I were incredibly devoted to the Crown. A dedication so concrete that they dubbed my father the Warden of Orleannais. A title that now transfers to me by way of inheritance, to which I no doubt owe to your accomplices that deemed killing him prudent." There was a pause, not for contemplation but merely to allow the sudden burst of rapid gunfire in the background to pronounce itself and then cease, it was only one series of weapons, suggesting the Marines had slaughtered the people Claire came with.
"I just have one question, Duchess. Did you have anything to do with it?" This by no means seemed like an inconsequential question, considering the fact that it was preceded by murder not even a few seconds prior, but yet all the same this Commander seemed to regard Claire with a degree of hesitation, as if he wanted for her to have not been involved. But truth could be such a fickle thing.
RE: Reaper of Rishiri - Ramke - 05-18-2020
The woman rubbed her wrists in an attempt to ease the irritation left from the cuffs as she listened intently. The sound of gunfire in the background startled her, making her jump in her seat. She turned her head back to see the closed door behind her, as if expecting to see the source, before turning back to the man across the table. Claire opened her mouth to protest what just happened, but was cut off by the man continuing to speak.
Shivers ran down her spine as she was thrown off-guard by the commander's simple, yet brutally direct question. Realising what situation she is in after hearing her escort being murdered in cold blood, she started appearing much more nervous than before. Her hands began to tremble after realising she could be next. When did they become this cold hearted? She rested her hands on her legs in an attempt to avoid showing signs of her cracking composure.
"I didn't.. murder the captain, non." she answered with a slightly shaky voice. "The Outcast did, before grabbing me with her. I saw it happen before me, but I couldn't stop it. He drew a pistol to intimidate her, but she was faster." she continued to explain, hanging her head lower. She realised her explanation would probably raise so many questions as to how she managed to come back by being returned by Outcasts themselves, but she couldn't have thought of a better response in that state.
Not wanting to draw any ire, she remained quiet, waiting for his response.
Shivers ran down her spine as she was thrown off-guard by the commander's simple, yet brutally direct question. Realising what situation she is in after hearing her escort being murdered in cold blood, she started appearing much more nervous than before. Her hands began to tremble after realising she could be next. When did they become this cold hearted? She rested her hands on her legs in an attempt to avoid showing signs of her cracking composure.
"I didn't.. murder the captain, non." she answered with a slightly shaky voice. "The Outcast did, before grabbing me with her. I saw it happen before me, but I couldn't stop it. He drew a pistol to intimidate her, but she was faster." she continued to explain, hanging her head lower. She realised her explanation would probably raise so many questions as to how she managed to come back by being returned by Outcasts themselves, but she couldn't have thought of a better response in that state.
Not wanting to draw any ire, she remained quiet, waiting for his response.
RE: Reaper of Rishiri - Annis - 05-18-2020
Quite patiently, he lets her explain from start to finish, never interrupting and never interjecting even as her speech is practically pervaded by anxiety rather than lucidity. It's still intelligible and that suffices. "Very well, Duchess. I believe you. It would have been disappointing to find out that you of all people had been responsible." He just grew quiet now, looking at some displays on the table before making a few motions with his hands and turning it off altogether.
"Not to imply any disrespect, my Duchess. But I would request of you to come by yourself or bring less culpable escorts. It is not my place to tell you what company to keep, but your King would have responded to the presence of such filth the same way." It seemed as if he was fairly convinced as if retaliation was the right response to the Captain's death, though it also didn't seem as if he had anything else left to say, and was waiting to see if Claire required something of the ship or its crew.
"Not to imply any disrespect, my Duchess. But I would request of you to come by yourself or bring less culpable escorts. It is not my place to tell you what company to keep, but your King would have responded to the presence of such filth the same way." It seemed as if he was fairly convinced as if retaliation was the right response to the Captain's death, though it also didn't seem as if he had anything else left to say, and was waiting to see if Claire required something of the ship or its crew.
RE: Reaper of Rishiri - Ramke - 05-19-2020
Claire's tension eased, for a moment. It seemed he didn't want to push the topic further, which was all Claire really needed. She was upset about what just transpired to the Outcast crew members, but that was overshadowed by the relief of realising she's not next on the chopping block. It seems he was still aware of her title.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that, commandeur. The Outcasts are our enemies because they pirate and raid, but these ones brought aid. These aren't the times to be picky as to who helps you." she spoke with returning clarity, taking advantage of her situation to move things forward. She leaned back slightly and rested her head on her arm, thinking on how to best approach this next. "Well, at least the location of this ship is safe for now, they won't learn what happened in time..."
"The cargo that came wasn't just general maintenance and rations, it also has engine and electrical components. They're civilian grade, but at least Gallic, so I'm sure the engineers would be able to use them to get the ship moving if we replace what was sabotaged." Claire took out a small handheld device that expanded itself to reveal a glass screen display. She tapped on it a few times before planting it on the table and sliding it across to the commander. A text-only comms message displayed.
"There's a large number of Royal Navy and Police ships still active in the Taus that are actively fighting against the Council, and they've introduced themselves as the 'Enclave'. They established themselves in Aquitaine and the surrounding systems, on what the Bretonians called Planet Gaia. If my memory serves corrently, there was a shipbuilding infrastructure there that we could use to return this ship to operational condition. We need to reach their space." she continued to explain before taking a pause to think.
"What's the situation on the Belisama? How is the crew?"
"I wouldn't be so sure of that, commandeur. The Outcasts are our enemies because they pirate and raid, but these ones brought aid. These aren't the times to be picky as to who helps you." she spoke with returning clarity, taking advantage of her situation to move things forward. She leaned back slightly and rested her head on her arm, thinking on how to best approach this next. "Well, at least the location of this ship is safe for now, they won't learn what happened in time..."
"The cargo that came wasn't just general maintenance and rations, it also has engine and electrical components. They're civilian grade, but at least Gallic, so I'm sure the engineers would be able to use them to get the ship moving if we replace what was sabotaged." Claire took out a small handheld device that expanded itself to reveal a glass screen display. She tapped on it a few times before planting it on the table and sliding it across to the commander. A text-only comms message displayed.
"There's a large number of Royal Navy and Police ships still active in the Taus that are actively fighting against the Council, and they've introduced themselves as the 'Enclave'. They established themselves in Aquitaine and the surrounding systems, on what the Bretonians called Planet Gaia. If my memory serves corrently, there was a shipbuilding infrastructure there that we could use to return this ship to operational condition. We need to reach their space." she continued to explain before taking a pause to think.
"What's the situation on the Belisama? How is the crew?"
RE: Reaper of Rishiri - Annis - 05-19-2020
He nods, albeit only to show he agrees with her first sentence in principle but not its precise practice. "Allow me to rephrase. If anyone owing loyalties to the same cause as that woman sets foot on this ship then they will be shot. It's hardly picky for me to deny these people given who they killed. And since the sentiment of family is foreign to some perhaps force is more universal." He spends the next few seconds inspecting the message she elected to show him. It seemingly catches his attention but does not elicit a reaction.
"The crew is tired and in bad spirits. The Captain's death rattled them. A few who were considering a mutiny effort had to be executed to maintain order. I'll be giving this information to our helmsman and navigator. We are overdue for resupply and replenishment." With the help of his own communications device, he makes note of pertinent details and relays it to the necessary personnel, efforts are likely to have already begun elsewhere on the ship. There seems to be an element of disappointment in the way the Commander regards Claire now. As if somewhat disgusted by her attempt to defend these people. And although he does not ask he seems to be expecting either more information from the Duchess or for her to exit the bridge and leave him to the extensive errand or seeing this ship securely relocated to Aquitaine.
"The crew is tired and in bad spirits. The Captain's death rattled them. A few who were considering a mutiny effort had to be executed to maintain order. I'll be giving this information to our helmsman and navigator. We are overdue for resupply and replenishment." With the help of his own communications device, he makes note of pertinent details and relays it to the necessary personnel, efforts are likely to have already begun elsewhere on the ship. There seems to be an element of disappointment in the way the Commander regards Claire now. As if somewhat disgusted by her attempt to defend these people. And although he does not ask he seems to be expecting either more information from the Duchess or for her to exit the bridge and leave him to the extensive errand or seeing this ship securely relocated to Aquitaine.
RE: Reaper of Rishiri - Ramke - 05-20-2020
The woman sighed. She could see the resemblance between the captain and the commander - both of them stubborn to no end. Unfortunately for her, there was nothing that she could do to remedy the situation, and it seemed like the man wasn't willing to hold the conversation any longer than it has to be. The noble absolutely despised that near-condescending attitude from the commander, bu she learned very well from first-hand experience that provoking the bear is a terrible idea. If the situation were any different, she would have called him out on it, but instead she opted to grit her teeth and let it slide.
The impact of what he said only hit a few seconds later. She was directly at fault for the drop in morale, and likely doomed the Belisama if it weren't for her return. At least the new commander wasn't willing to suicidally fly the ship directly into Council patrols. The thought rooted itself into the back of her mind as the feeling of guilt manifested itself.
"I see. Most data that I've gathered during my time away is on the PDA I've given to you. It includes nav maps for the Tau systems in the event those were missing, or out of date. I can only trust you to ensure the ship returns to Gallic territory safely." she replied, avoiding to respond to the justification over murdering those aiding them. Before any of this happened, she would have ordered the same thing, but her time away has shown that not all of the Sirian savages were as bad as they were portrayed to be. Only most of them were.
"I hope my personal quarters are still unoccupied. I'll be returning there. Please keep me up to date on any developments and let me know if I'm needed for anything. Perhaps I can do something to raise the crew's spirits." she said as she stood up, only then realising the lapse of manners - she never asked for his name.
"Commandeur..?"
A considerable time has passed since then. The commander wasn't exaggerating about morale - spirits were truly low, the crew overdue a break. The fact that the Council had taken over and "won" was a crushing blow to any Royalist, and many didn't take it well. Claire's return didn't seem to boost anyone's spirits either - on the contrary, they viewed her with suspicion over the captain's death. At least the cargo they've brought seemed to have gone to good use - repairs were underway, with engineers working overtime for the past few days. The higher quality rations were a welcome addition, too. A significant change from the usual paste and repulsive Sirian food raided from civilian traffic.
Life on the Belisama never felt the same without her aide, or anyone to really assist her in running her own administrational work and day to day life. After a few days of relative silence and mind-numbing near-isolation, time was truly starting to slow down and take a toll on her mental state. If only Léon was with her, things would be completely different. The noble decided to come up to the bridge and inspect how things are going on the third day, looking for the commander that seemed busy reading data.
The woman approached him, inspecting what he was doing before addressing him. "Bonjour, capitaine. Could you provide a status report?"
The impact of what he said only hit a few seconds later. She was directly at fault for the drop in morale, and likely doomed the Belisama if it weren't for her return. At least the new commander wasn't willing to suicidally fly the ship directly into Council patrols. The thought rooted itself into the back of her mind as the feeling of guilt manifested itself.
"I see. Most data that I've gathered during my time away is on the PDA I've given to you. It includes nav maps for the Tau systems in the event those were missing, or out of date. I can only trust you to ensure the ship returns to Gallic territory safely." she replied, avoiding to respond to the justification over murdering those aiding them. Before any of this happened, she would have ordered the same thing, but her time away has shown that not all of the Sirian savages were as bad as they were portrayed to be. Only most of them were.
"I hope my personal quarters are still unoccupied. I'll be returning there. Please keep me up to date on any developments and let me know if I'm needed for anything. Perhaps I can do something to raise the crew's spirits." she said as she stood up, only then realising the lapse of manners - she never asked for his name.
"Commandeur..?"
A considerable time has passed since then. The commander wasn't exaggerating about morale - spirits were truly low, the crew overdue a break. The fact that the Council had taken over and "won" was a crushing blow to any Royalist, and many didn't take it well. Claire's return didn't seem to boost anyone's spirits either - on the contrary, they viewed her with suspicion over the captain's death. At least the cargo they've brought seemed to have gone to good use - repairs were underway, with engineers working overtime for the past few days. The higher quality rations were a welcome addition, too. A significant change from the usual paste and repulsive Sirian food raided from civilian traffic.
Life on the Belisama never felt the same without her aide, or anyone to really assist her in running her own administrational work and day to day life. After a few days of relative silence and mind-numbing near-isolation, time was truly starting to slow down and take a toll on her mental state. If only Léon was with her, things would be completely different. The noble decided to come up to the bridge and inspect how things are going on the third day, looking for the commander that seemed busy reading data.
The woman approached him, inspecting what he was doing before addressing him. "Bonjour, capitaine. Could you provide a status report?"