A pilot of the Gallic royal navy was passing through an old part of unknown city. It was a deep calm night, and this soldier just came from long inspace shift. While he was passing near few closed stores, a loud voice stopped him.
"Ladies and gentlemans! It is an honor to introduce you after 2 years of hard work, newly rebuilded bar Fleur Royale. This place was once famous, frequented by a large host of our fine Kingdom's most proud warriors!'
Claude Chantal, the mentioned soldier from earlier, was confused. He looked around himself, and there was nobody else than him.
The Barman looked at Claude, who in turn responded with a face of confusion.
"Ah Royal pilot, please be welcomed into this..." said barman to Claude, but it would seem that Claude wasn't paying any attention to him at all.
"By the king, how pitiful... talking to only person here in plural..." said Claude to himself in his mind. "Why is this man even opening this bar when everyone else is asleep? And what more? 'Famous'place? 'Legends' of royal navy?"
"Excuse me..." said Claude to him finaly with a small smile on his face. "...but what legends came to this place?"
"Well....ummm you know..." answered the barman in abit of an hesitating way, "Well... Duke Josef Moreau for example, then..."
"Really?" said Claude. "Well by accident i know him quite well, and even he is already called legend, he never said a thing about a Fleur Royale..."
"Well you know i.. i..."
Claude honored him with another stupid look.
"Cant remember if it was him or...." said the barman nervously.
Claude was still looking at him in a dumb way.
"Ok! I lied! But please can you come in? And then tell Royal pilots about this place? Please?"
Claude didn't say a thing and just kept staring at the odd man.
As the Barman turned around towards the door of his hopeless bar, he made one last attempt at getting the one pilot
inside.
"Wine for first costumers is for free you kno-..."
"YUSH!" said Claude so loud, that he actually scared barman. "That is all you had to say monami, you can prepare two botles right away! Oh and i hope you wont mind if i will fall asleep eheeh..." said Claude with laugh and he entered Fleur la Royale. Shocked barman had no idea what is going on at first time. Then he noticed, and with smile and big gladness...
"Oui! Right away monsieur!"
Carnage itself flying within void... Proud cardihead ever since 2008...
You all gonna eat cardi!
when the news had spread the Fleur Royale has re-opened its door after the last 'incident' many people return to Fleur Royale
the door slammed open, a large group enters the bar and take a seat at the largest table
the bartender immediately walks towards the large group
bartender: Bonjour monsieurs and madams,
welcome to the re-newed Fleur Royale, what can it be for you monsieur Archambault Archambault: bring us the finest wine you got, bartender: ofcourse monsieur Archambault
A few moments later the bartender and a few waitresses brought the wine and wineglasses towards the large table,
Claude was surprised, how quickly was Fleur Royale honored by visitation of so many people.
"Is it really because of me?" asked Claude himself naively.
Among fresh new customers, there was one older man, which just came with larger group. There was something very similar on him. Claude was watching, like this large group, led by Jean Pierre Archambault, leader of EFL company, and father of 3 Navy officers, Jacques, Mathieu and Eugene, was sitting near large table.
Firstly Claude just watched. It was only yesterday, when Royal Flower was 'reopened' (if it even was once opened), but the news were spreading quickly.
He was just finishing second glass of wine. He decided to go talk to him.
Monsieur Archambault? he said from his back.
Carnage itself flying within void... Proud cardihead ever since 2008...
You all gonna eat cardi!
with lots of toughts in his mind, Archambault suddenly heared a voice behind him,
in matter of seconds he pulled out his gun and aimed at the voice
oh, don't you ever sneak behind some-one, it can get you killed, puts gun back where it came from
so what can I do for you Baron Chantal? Claude was suprised have I ever met you before? Archambault: Non Baron, but I heared good stories from
Mathieu about you, now join us at this table,
*Archambault snaps fingers*
and immediately one of the persons next to Archambault stands up nods and walks to the bar
"You know mon ami..." started Claude with smile, like he somehow awaited such kind of 'greetings'. ".... Brigands, Corses and other pirates may be all over Gallia, but believe me. They wont enter this store, while royal officers are in as well." he finished with smile and he accepted great man's offer to take a seat in his presence.
Then he started again.
"Dont worry mon ami, Im gladly not in need of help. Never had the opportunity, to talk to you face to face, somewhere else than in space. I had to take this opportunity, to finally meet father of honored wielders of Archambault name in our Royal Navy. said Claude.
Carnage itself flying within void... Proud cardihead ever since 2008...
You all gonna eat cardi!
you can never be carefull enough, as head of a nobel family,
and good friends within the royal palace,
but its nice to meet you, maybe one day when this bloody war is over, you can visit my Mansion at ile-de-france, its literally across the street of the Royal palace,
"I dont think i should m'sieur Archambault..." answered Claude with a chuckle.
"Even when Duke Moreau honored me with Baron rank, i know my place very well, so except for Military causes, i plan to actually evade New Paris.
Besides..." started Claude with little sadness within his voice
"...who knows, when will this pointless war end. And even if it ends.... If king decides to take Revenge upon Sirius..." he muted for a little while....
"We will start war in lot more larger scale comparing to war, in which we have been in 'till this current moment..." finished Claude, a bit devastated by what he takes as unavoidable truth.
Carnage itself flying within void... Proud cardihead ever since 2008...
You all gonna eat cardi!
A figure walks in, striding purposfully. From her stance and posture, one can tell she is of nobility. She looks around the room, looking for those she knows. None are yet found. Calmly, she moves over to a small table and orders wine from the barman, with a nod; she quietly enjoys her wine, not willing to break common courtesy and interupt anothers heated conversation nearby.
Despite the attempts of the barman to promote the fine establishment of Fleur Royale, attendance during the grand reopening was light at best. A handful of Royal Navy pilots were in attendance, however the more common folk from, or visiting the old city still found their way in that day...
A rather young (just a year or two above the drinking age) rail-thin young man was there during the initial opening. Still in his black flight suit (a bit of pink on it as well), he now sitting at the bar, he closely listened, eavesdropping on the other occupants. The conversations were becoming more interesting as the barman drew move Navy pilots in...and the company itself improved nicely... although, he was slightly nervous. He knows how these Royals look down on common folk. Brushing a bit of his messy, faded brown hair out of his face, he picked up his drink of liquor and cola and took a swig, before turning to the woman sitting three or four seats down the bar from him. And he said in a dreadfully familiar voice:
"Ah...madame, I hardly expected to meet you here...The Fleur seems to be drawing a rather interesting crowd, no?"
The duchess turns her head to look at the common class pilot, and replies "Indeed, however, looking around it seems i am not the only strange sight here. Seems all of us here have a bit of an oddball side to us... i wonder if that was intentional..."
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