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“Ah! Like the dulcet sweet tones of an angel, it’s nice to see you Kal,” Kiera said cheerfully despite the obvious sarcasm. Unlike the rest of the crew who were a part of a rigid military hierarchy Kiera was not strictly speaking a member of that same military. A member of the Diplomatic Core she had some authority within the military structure but she herself possessed no official rank therein. As such she often left out rank when it came to talking with most members of the crew and expected the same informality in return. Needless to say some crewmen and officers found this unsettling, others it put at ease however. She turned to face Kal but did not get up.
Kiera let Annalynn speak first, nodding in agreement. [colour=violet]“I understand your frustration at the situation Kal but Annalynn is correct, this is no time to be trumpeting the captains unexplained absence. There is much at stake, much you cannot see. And we are not doing nothing, each of us has been trying to locate the captain or at least work out what happened to her. I myself have been, how should I say, pulling some strings. But it will take time, since we cannot be so obvious about the situation. [colour] Kiera said, aware that Kal was very unhappy with the way that the situation had been handled thus far.
Kiera let Annalynn speak first, nodding in agreement. [colour=violet]“I understand your frustration at the situation Kal but Annalynn is correct, this is no time to be trumpeting the captains unexplained absence. There is much at stake, much you cannot see. And we are not doing nothing, each of us has been trying to locate the captain or at least work out what happened to her. I myself have been, how should I say, pulling some strings. But it will take time, since we cannot be so obvious about the situation. [colour] Kiera said, aware that Kal was very unhappy with the way that the situation had been handled thus far.
Sorry been ill the last few days, I'll try to get a post up tonight
No worries, you put up with my slowness all the time :P
Reynard stepped off of the bus and looked around, his sister still tossed over his shoulder. Aside from his sister he also carried a bag of his own belongings as well as two cases that belonged to his sister. Once his eyes adjusted to the light he was able to appreciate the kind of place that they had entered. Not the worst kind of place but far from the best. In short, liveable but not much else. “How does it feel now? Better?” he heard his sister say, causing him to look over his shoulder toward the bus and its driver.
“Ah, thank you miss, best ma poor ole back has felt in years,” the bus driver said cheerfully to the girl draped over Reynard’s back. He tipped his hat toward the two siblings before closing the bus door and pulling away. Reynard smiled to himself. That was just like his sister. One moment she was an evil genius, the next a good girl helping a stranger simply because she could.
“You may put me down now,” Claudette said softly as Reynard easily shifted her weight and placed her gently onto the ground. Once back on terra firma she took a moment to straighten out her outfit before running a hand experimentally through her long hair. As her hand reappeared another set of needles appeared with them which she casually slipped into her coat sleeves as if it was a perfectly normal thing to do. She stood next to her brother and looked around curiously. “We’ve lived in worse,” she said with no particular emotion, her brother nodding in agreement.
“Ah, thank you miss, best ma poor ole back has felt in years,” the bus driver said cheerfully to the girl draped over Reynard’s back. He tipped his hat toward the two siblings before closing the bus door and pulling away. Reynard smiled to himself. That was just like his sister. One moment she was an evil genius, the next a good girl helping a stranger simply because she could.
“You may put me down now,” Claudette said softly as Reynard easily shifted her weight and placed her gently onto the ground. Once back on terra firma she took a moment to straighten out her outfit before running a hand experimentally through her long hair. As her hand reappeared another set of needles appeared with them which she casually slipped into her coat sleeves as if it was a perfectly normal thing to do. She stood next to her brother and looked around curiously. “We’ve lived in worse,” she said with no particular emotion, her brother nodding in agreement.
“The talk-y one? I’m glad that I’ve made such a strong impression on you Maggie,” Kiera said in a cheerful manner. She was not so highly strung that such a harmless comment would cause her any insult. Kiera turned toward Annalynn and nodded in partial agreement with what the scientist had to say. “Somewhat true, however unless the station head is a personal friend of the Captain they are not going to want more than an authentication code and a copy of our orders. Both of which do not require a face to face. Station heads are very busy individuals even on a quiet day, it is unlikely he will push the issue if it saves him time and the explanation is reasonable.”
Kiera thought a moment. “The truth is that no matter what we do there is always going to be the risk of discovery. It cannot be eliminated entirely. So for now we should act as if nothing was wrong, do the best we can and hope that providence provides. You never know, we might actually find the Captain,” she said cheerfully.
Kiera thought a moment. “The truth is that no matter what we do there is always going to be the risk of discovery. It cannot be eliminated entirely. So for now we should act as if nothing was wrong, do the best we can and hope that providence provides. You never know, we might actually find the Captain,” she said cheerfully.
“The Captain left on a diplomatic mission, yet her senior diplomatic advisor remained behind?” Kiera said in reference to herself, shifting her position so that she was now standing upright with her striking purple eyes meeting those of the chief engineer. She shook her head and made a sound of disagreement while maintaining her friendly demeanour. As talented an engineer as Maggie was she was no liar and it showed in her attempt at explaining away the Captains disappearance. Kiera on the other hand was an old hand at this kind of thing, with several lifetimes of experience under her belt. Experience that she felt that she should offer now.
“That will not do, such a story is too easy to disprove by anyone with a mind to do so. I understand your concern but you’re going about this all wrong. May I?” Kiera said as she took a seat opposite the chief engineer. She offered the chief engineer an award winning smile before she continued. “Lies are not going to help in this situation, not like you think they will. Trust me on this. May I make a recommendation, as you senior diplomatic advisor? Rather than lie, simply avoid the truth. For example I see nothing in this mission briefing that would require the Captains direct intervention. Is it so unreasonable to assume that she might have more pressing concerns aboard her ship? Isn't that why she has people under her command?”
“That will not do, such a story is too easy to disprove by anyone with a mind to do so. I understand your concern but you’re going about this all wrong. May I?” Kiera said as she took a seat opposite the chief engineer. She offered the chief engineer an award winning smile before she continued. “Lies are not going to help in this situation, not like you think they will. Trust me on this. May I make a recommendation, as you senior diplomatic advisor? Rather than lie, simply avoid the truth. For example I see nothing in this mission briefing that would require the Captains direct intervention. Is it so unreasonable to assume that she might have more pressing concerns aboard her ship? Isn't that why she has people under her command?”
Kiera stood in the corner of the meeting room, dressed in the attire that came with the job. Not that she minded that of course since the Diplomatic Core actually got some pretty good threads compared to other branches of the government. Her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair was tied up into large ponytail as it always was when she was on duty. She stood there in silence, her eyes closed and a gentle smile on her face as if she was having a most pleasant dream, her head tilted ever so slightly onto its side. Of course that was just how Kiera was when the matter at hand did not require her direct and immediate attention.
“If you don’t mind me saying so ma’am I hardly the see the need for my services down on the planet. If this were an official diplomatic mission I would have been informed already,” she said in a neutral tone as a matter of fact. As a diplomatic attaché aboard the ship her orders came not only from the Captain of said ship but also directly from the Diplomatic Core, the latter of which often overrode the former. “With that said if you have need of my linguistic skills you have only to ask,” she offered after only the slightest of pauses.
“If you don’t mind me saying so ma’am I hardly the see the need for my services down on the planet. If this were an official diplomatic mission I would have been informed already,” she said in a neutral tone as a matter of fact. As a diplomatic attaché aboard the ship her orders came not only from the Captain of said ship but also directly from the Diplomatic Core, the latter of which often overrode the former. “With that said if you have need of my linguistic skills you have only to ask,” she offered after only the slightest of pauses.
Isaac smiled to himself as he watched Silk skulk about before heading inside into a place that even he would not be able to easily follow. The door was guarded by magic and not the cheap hedge wizard type, the kind that commanded considerable gold and required considerable talent. He didn't like magic and knew well enough the kind of spell cast on that door. He would have nothing to do with such filthy arcane powers. Of course had the mood taken him she would have never even made it this far. He could have dragged her into any number of dark alleyways and had his fun with her, braking her piece by piece until she begged, begged him to kill her. But alas that part of the game would have to wait, else his employer might take offence. After all he was not simply being paid to hurt dear little Silk but to prolong that hurt.
Besides before Isaac could have his fun his employer would want to have his. Isaac understood his employer’s needs and he was nothing if not a consummate professional. With that said Silk had made the game a little more interesting. Not only did she not flee the city as predicted she might but she had allied herself with some honest looking men of obvious calibre. For protection no doubt. Silk was averse, like many of her kind to honest labour and so he surmised that this course of action would be purely practical in nature. Surprising but by no needs unanticipated. It would affect his next move but not considerably so. Plus his employer made no demands on Silk associates so Isaac would have a completely free hand in how he dealt with them.
Besides before Isaac could have his fun his employer would want to have his. Isaac understood his employer’s needs and he was nothing if not a consummate professional. With that said Silk had made the game a little more interesting. Not only did she not flee the city as predicted she might but she had allied herself with some honest looking men of obvious calibre. For protection no doubt. Silk was averse, like many of her kind to honest labour and so he surmised that this course of action would be purely practical in nature. Surprising but by no needs unanticipated. It would affect his next move but not considerably so. Plus his employer made no demands on Silk associates so Isaac would have a completely free hand in how he dealt with them.
Kiera was aware of the events unfolding on board ship, however she was simply in no position to do anything about them and therefore elected to maintain an aura of general ignorance. Something that she was especially good at. People had a habit of seeing her as some slow, almost dim-witted creature that was oblivious to what was going on around her. The majority of the time she was happy to maintain this image. It helped immeasurably in her line of work. At the moment she had secluded herself to the ship canteen, much to the consternation of the ships cook and was mixing a bowl of what looked like cake dough. On the other side of the serving window a few crewmen looked on in horror, fearful that she was going to make them taste it. Kiera for her part was happy that some of the crew seemed so eager to try her latest creation, humming a beautiful tune as she stirred the sweet tasting doughy mixture.
In the corner of the kitchen the ships cook sighed and shook his head, unable to do anything to save the next crewman that caught Kiera’s attention. Luckily the number of victims would be limited, with word of Kiera cooking spreading through the ship like wild fire that resulted in hungry crewmen and officers alike to gain superhuman endurance in an effort to avoid the kitchen. Though at least it kept costs down. After all, when Kiera was cooking men realized just how tasty military rations truly were. She stopped stirring for a moment and put her finger into the dough and sampled the mixture. She nodded in satisfaction and continued starring. This alarmed the cook as the better it seemed to taste to Kiera the worse it always seemed to be for everyone else.
Luckily for all concerned a buzzing noise inside of Kiera’s coat caught her attention, causing her to put down the bowl and pull out a device that with a flick of her finger lit up the air in front of her with all kinds of data, displayed as an interactive holographic matrix. In the top corner of the screen a notification in the shape of a letter was bouncing up and down urgently. From Amy Skydawner, courtesy of Commander Mason. Sounded important. She should probably attend. It was a shame that the cake would not be ready in time. Everyone would be so disappointed.
In the corner of the kitchen the ships cook sighed and shook his head, unable to do anything to save the next crewman that caught Kiera’s attention. Luckily the number of victims would be limited, with word of Kiera cooking spreading through the ship like wild fire that resulted in hungry crewmen and officers alike to gain superhuman endurance in an effort to avoid the kitchen. Though at least it kept costs down. After all, when Kiera was cooking men realized just how tasty military rations truly were. She stopped stirring for a moment and put her finger into the dough and sampled the mixture. She nodded in satisfaction and continued starring. This alarmed the cook as the better it seemed to taste to Kiera the worse it always seemed to be for everyone else.
Luckily for all concerned a buzzing noise inside of Kiera’s coat caught her attention, causing her to put down the bowl and pull out a device that with a flick of her finger lit up the air in front of her with all kinds of data, displayed as an interactive holographic matrix. In the top corner of the screen a notification in the shape of a letter was bouncing up and down urgently. From Amy Skydawner, courtesy of Commander Mason. Sounded important. She should probably attend. It was a shame that the cake would not be ready in time. Everyone would be so disappointed.
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