Traitors' Rendezvous - Freeport 4, Magellan

[Sprolf]

Colin was quite aware of the fact that a ship had just arrived in the station. The low growling of the space traffic controller was broadcasted to the bar through a speaker in the far corner. The last ship that had landed was ten minute prior to this, but that had been a Gateway transport coming in for repairs, apparently. The fact that a Freelancer was landing was somewhat more promising to Colin. It could certainly be Goodmen.

He played with a peculiar coin that he had, running his fingers over it in one hand. It was gold, and had the Republican Shamrock on one side, and a Werewolf fighter on the other... one of Daniel's coins. He'd kept it in pristine condition, not only because it was of immense personal significance, but because it seemed to embody Daniel and the Republic as a whole, the gold standard of the greater purpose, the very heart of the Republic when it was boiled down to just a few grams. Freedom, equality, pride.

He flipped it over in his hand again, rubbing his thumb across the Werewolf engraved there when then door to the bar opened, to the right, across the bar. He put it on the table carefully, glancing over his hunched shoulders to see Goodmen walk in, looking quite prepared - as usual. He was a good soldier, even if he wasn't technically one anymore. As much as Goodmen might have been Colin's nemesis at some point in time, he still couldn't help but feel a good amount of respect for the soldier.

Colin raised a hand for Austin, keeping his elbow lazily on the table.
He drained the shot glass with his left hand as he did so, then glancing back at Austin.


Their gazes met like the collision of two white-hot stars.

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