[ With the travel bans between moons newly lifted, the Director departs once again for Leith, due to meet with a Reclamation Agent under warrant to aid with supply transit for charity efforts to Westerley.
Recovering, yet, from an injury sustained early on in the week, the upper echelons of the Company had seen fit to bolster Sion's detail of security—where it might have been by far more prudent to err on the side of caution and see to it that the Director remained safe and sound within the command post on Westerley, Sion Astal is a man who boasts ties to many a Leithian philanthropist through his own Leithian citizenship and his late-father's nobility. It is imperative, that he secure continued relief for the people of Westerley, and a direct order that he returned unscathed.
(...doubtless, that the latter is something which the Reclamation Agent he is to meet has been covertly tasked with already.)
And so, as the Director descends the boarding ramp of the Company vessel no sooner than it docks upon Leith, his golden eyes are cheerful and bright, the fluid grace to his step betraying nothing of his somewhat less than optimal physical state.
Now then, who is it that had picked up the Company-issue warrant? (Admittedly, it had been somewhat negligent of him not to consider the Reclamation Agent's file...) Could it be that gentleman over there...? My, they have a rather distinctive look about them...!
(A shame, perhaps, that he misses the approach of an ahoge in his peripheral.) ]
CLOSED | Saber, W5D7
Recovering, yet, from an injury sustained early on in the week, the upper echelons of the Company had seen fit to bolster Sion's detail of security—where it might have been by far more prudent to err on the side of caution and see to it that the Director remained safe and sound within the command post on Westerley, Sion Astal is a man who boasts ties to many a Leithian philanthropist through his own Leithian citizenship and his late-father's nobility. It is imperative, that he secure continued relief for the people of Westerley, and a direct order that he returned unscathed.
(...doubtless, that the latter is something which the Reclamation Agent he is to meet has been covertly tasked with already.)
And so, as the Director descends the boarding ramp of the Company vessel no sooner than it docks upon Leith, his golden eyes are cheerful and bright, the fluid grace to his step betraying nothing of his somewhat less than optimal physical state.
Now then, who is it that had picked up the Company-issue warrant? (Admittedly, it had been somewhat negligent of him not to consider the Reclamation Agent's file...) Could it be that gentleman over there...? My, they have a rather distinctive look about them...!
(A shame, perhaps, that he misses the approach of an ahoge in his peripheral.) ]