A young man walked into the crescent reading rules over carefully before heading into the downstairs restraint sitting down at a booked table, He'd seem to be fiddling with the suit he was wearing as if he had never warn one before it would be a blackish blue color. He'd sit there stiffly barely able to move his arms above his shoulders or fold his arms, while listening to a media player while he waited for the person he invited to join him.
Syana entered the posh place with a small sigh. Nobility, not her style. As a miner, they probably looked at her with disdain, even if she was a rather high class miner... she hoped none of them had heard about her recent ordeals at the hands of the Outcasts.
She looked around the small room, a waiter coming and attempting to take her jacket, she brushed him off though, moving around the room, her eyes open for the person she was attempting to meet.
She spotted him, sitting in the corner in the blue jacket he said he would be wearing, and smiling, she elegantly slid into the seat opposite him.
Chris would stand seeing her approaching as she sat in the seat he would sit back down, menus would be in front of them, he'd smile and nod slight as she spoke to him."Bonjour Mademoiselle, good to see you had not problem finding this place, well first if you are hungry I have some special wine from a few of my friends up north, but the main reason is about a possible business deal if you would like to hear me out, I suspect you would like to know who I am first?" He'd watch for any new arrivals that come in assessing them swiftly.
She smiled. The young man seemed eager to impress her, and she found it cute. The last time she had had dinner with a man was before Mink went missing... he had been gone far too long...
She mentally sighed, and got back to the current time.
"Bonjour... you're Gallic?" she questioned, displaying a stunningly accurate gallic accent, while probing into his past.
"As to wine, I'm always partial to it, so please, fill me up." she pushed her wine glass towards the middle of the table slightly. "Perhaps after the wine we can talk business, if someone your age has called me here to talk business, I have a feeling I'll need the wine."
He'd sake his head slight smiling."Toledoen by birth I think. just I've had to learn a few new things after things have changed drastically for me."He'd pull some Gallian wine by the table pouring some of it into her glass and his. "Is there anything you would like to ask before we talk about business.... I think its always good to know who your going into business in."He'd take a sip of the wine then set it down on his menu.
He'd nod politely. "Indeed I prefer my name to formality M'lady. Well my names Christopher Dangen..... use to be with the primary fleet of a certain organization which I was one of the most recognized in before I exiled my self and my fleet of which most would follow with me. and why to try and save you I did it to save a life because no one deserves the fate you could be easily still be in, expect for those that try and force it on others. I do not support the Outcasts nor Cardamine or slavery after years of being held back in that conflict.... this was a act to save a future friend and and ally." He'd open the menu scanning it over briefly not understanding half of what the meals names were."You asked for help and needed some one to help you out of the position you were in I just only helped."
"A bottle of your finest whiskey, two glasses." she ordered, the the waiter bowed slightly. Chris raised his eyes questioningly.
"I have a feeling we'll need it after this chat" she said, smiling slightly.
"Well then Chris, I thank you for helping me... you are an exile then, how powerful is your fleet? And this business deal you speak of... what can I help you with?"
She drained the last of the glass of wine, somehow looking elegant while drinking like a pirate. That's what happened when you mixed a miner with a middle class lady...
"My original flag ship.... about a dozen Strike cruisers some gunboats and hundreds of fighters and bombers but after some battles they are missing metal panels and what I would need is some one that could supply raw metal materials."
He'd stop as the waiter begins to come back with the whiskey, before speaking agian.
"What about your past excluding some resent events of course."
At that moment said whiskey arrived, and Syana poured herself a generous shot, downing it instantly. She smiled and chuckled for a second, and then started.
"I was born on Freeport 4, and fought my way through the ranks using every trick I knew to get to the director position. My brilliance with technology saw me promoted as the youngest ever director, at the age of 21... I spent several years there, working to help the guild, to protect the guild, until I felt that my prescence was no longer wanted at the guild. I felt that everything I did was being rejected, everytime I tried to help I would be pushed away..."
She paused and poured another shot.
"I left, and the Outcasts came for me that day... who knows why, but they came after me and dragged me away, you know the rest of that story..."
She downed the whiskey.
"And now I have reapplied to the IMG, I owe them for saving me... I shall start at the very lowest rank, and perhaps one day build my way back up to a position of responsibility, but for now, I have no power Chris... none at all."
She smiled sadly at him.
"You were both right and wrong to ask me here. While I owe you plenty for saving my life, I haven't the power nor authority to grant you what you seek... you would need to speak with either the Guildmaster or the mining director..."
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