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The rain never seemed to stop pouring from the sky on New London. Not the hard, gushing rain of a plains, nor the soft mist that one might find near water, but a slow, steady drizzle. This did not make it dark, though, for like every modern city-planet New London was always awash with lights; lights from the advertisers, that flickered and switched. Lights from the news screens, that broadcast their propaganda and hope and despair; lights from windows that contained bars, apartments, offices, police stations, and a slew of other things that might net one a view of the bronze-and-silver landscape.
That light, in the early afternoon "sunshine" of New London, shone down on an unusual ship. Possibly one that had never touched down on the planet before, at least peacefully. In one of the landing areas designated for the Privateers and Freelancers who were engaged in the war against Galia, this silver-green ship stood out, with its curved wings and distinct Rheinland design. Painted on the side in blocky white lettering, professionally done, the word REISESCHUH, accompanied by a much less professionally done graffiti of a shoe floating in front of a field of stars.
Beneath the curved wing of the ship was a more usual man. Neither tall nor short, with dirty blonde hair, somewhat on the slim side, and plain bordering on alright of face. Wearing the simple clothes of a middle class Rheinlander, the only thing that truly stood out was a fit leather jerkin, of an unusual cut. He sat comfortably on a simple folding chair, and next to him was a simple folding table, with a brown bottle of something. He seemed to simply be enjoying the rain, looking out over the crowded section of landing pad. Here and there a ship would take off, or land. Crowded spots, designated for longer term pilots, had an almost shanty town look to them, as the men slept near the ships they called home more then any terrestrial ground.
Music strained, here and there, singing, a fight. Rough men and women fighting a rough war for rough reasons. Klaus sat and listened to it all, and the rain, ever adding a drumbeat to the music, and smiled to himself. Here there was a peace of a different sort, far removed from what most people knew as peace, but a peace none-the-less.