Sargon Vynea
Spencer's guard unicorn
It was odd to be wearing professional wear again after so long in rather comfortable robes he'd forgotten how it made you stand a bit straighter. It was perhaps even odder because he hadn't bought anything new since his days in the Fringe and most of his formal wear had the distinct flavor of legionnaire military. Still it felt necessary when working with such a large corporation, more so as a stake holder. The fact that it was Iron Crown though just made the entire flavor of his formal wear a bit more nostalgic if nothing else.
Walking through the heart of the station he wondered even who these days exactly he was supposed to have a meeting with about this aid attempt. In honesty he expected someone from the trust which headed the company now due to the size of his stake, but he would have been just as pleased with the executive in charge of charity work. The Blue Crest wasn't exclusively his project, but Asha had already pointed him in the direction of leading the effort. In truth it would be nice to have something to focus on, but that was only the half of it. That wasn't something to speak of here though, whoever he was going to met wouldn't understand and most likely wouldn't be interested in his personal troubles.
He'd arrived a few minutes earlier then expected, but in business everyone knew that was actually the expected time. A professional looking woman waved him inside the sealed doors with a rather broad smile, but despite looking for it Sargon didn't find a name on the door. Still it didn't really matter who either way, he supposed he was just hoping to see an old company face in truth. Something from a time long ago who were likely all retired anyway.
As the door opened he stepped into a rather opulent office, in fact office was really a poor word for it as it seemed there were literally floors to it. Feeling something in force he let the winds bath him, and just before he saw it he felt it. A presence he'd worried he'd never met again in this wide galaxy. As he heard the footsteps he slowly turned for fear it was some trick before he finally spoke emotion catching in his voice. "Ovmar?" Sargon would have been lying if he claimed he was a man of few words, but at this moment they failed him, but this time he wore his emotions on his sleeve as the shock was simply more then he was ready for at the moment. "Is it you, my brother?"
Walking through the heart of the station he wondered even who these days exactly he was supposed to have a meeting with about this aid attempt. In honesty he expected someone from the trust which headed the company now due to the size of his stake, but he would have been just as pleased with the executive in charge of charity work. The Blue Crest wasn't exclusively his project, but Asha had already pointed him in the direction of leading the effort. In truth it would be nice to have something to focus on, but that was only the half of it. That wasn't something to speak of here though, whoever he was going to met wouldn't understand and most likely wouldn't be interested in his personal troubles.
He'd arrived a few minutes earlier then expected, but in business everyone knew that was actually the expected time. A professional looking woman waved him inside the sealed doors with a rather broad smile, but despite looking for it Sargon didn't find a name on the door. Still it didn't really matter who either way, he supposed he was just hoping to see an old company face in truth. Something from a time long ago who were likely all retired anyway.
As the door opened he stepped into a rather opulent office, in fact office was really a poor word for it as it seemed there were literally floors to it. Feeling something in force he let the winds bath him, and just before he saw it he felt it. A presence he'd worried he'd never met again in this wide galaxy. As he heard the footsteps he slowly turned for fear it was some trick before he finally spoke emotion catching in his voice. "Ovmar?" Sargon would have been lying if he claimed he was a man of few words, but at this moment they failed him, but this time he wore his emotions on his sleeve as the shock was simply more then he was ready for at the moment. "Is it you, my brother?"