Arken Dobson
Black Lion Of The Elysium Empire
En route to Altiria capital spaceport, capital city.
Arken Dobson did his absolute best to keep from complaining as the Freestar Transport plummeted roughly through the air, shedding speed and flames as the atmosphere clawed at the small ship. Like any Dobson, complaining was his forte, but unlike his children (with the exception of Viken Dobson, who didn’t talk much at all) he had learned that there was a time and a place to be heard. Today, he would not let himself be in the wrong mindset. He needed this day to work out. Badly.
He reflected on recent events. Amongst many setbacks to his plans, his greatest irritation came from his own daughter, who had basically sworn allegiance to his greatest rival and was helping her subvert the very essence of his schemes. He needed a new ally, and with the right application of bribery and hired subterfuge, he felt like he had found a potential ace in the hole.
His pilot landed the uncomfortable little military transport with all the gracelessness of a fighter jock. He decwould see about commissioning proper diplomatic vessels for the Elysium Elite after this. It was truly preposterous that no one thought about Elysium upper class when they were building logistical transportation. Heads would roll for this negligence.
His ship opened up and he stepped out to where a speeder cab was already waiting for him. He got in quickly, striding towards the little vehicle with purpose. He instructed the driver to take him to a certain tea shop in the city.
The driver showed apprehension at the request and Arken felt anger mixed with curiosity. “I’ll pay you double. Just take me there! And don’t waste my time!”
NPC Treasury
Arken Dobson did his absolute best to keep from complaining as the Freestar Transport plummeted roughly through the air, shedding speed and flames as the atmosphere clawed at the small ship. Like any Dobson, complaining was his forte, but unlike his children (with the exception of Viken Dobson, who didn’t talk much at all) he had learned that there was a time and a place to be heard. Today, he would not let himself be in the wrong mindset. He needed this day to work out. Badly.
He reflected on recent events. Amongst many setbacks to his plans, his greatest irritation came from his own daughter, who had basically sworn allegiance to his greatest rival and was helping her subvert the very essence of his schemes. He needed a new ally, and with the right application of bribery and hired subterfuge, he felt like he had found a potential ace in the hole.
His pilot landed the uncomfortable little military transport with all the gracelessness of a fighter jock. He decwould see about commissioning proper diplomatic vessels for the Elysium Elite after this. It was truly preposterous that no one thought about Elysium upper class when they were building logistical transportation. Heads would roll for this negligence.
His ship opened up and he stepped out to where a speeder cab was already waiting for him. He got in quickly, striding towards the little vehicle with purpose. He instructed the driver to take him to a certain tea shop in the city.
The driver showed apprehension at the request and Arken felt anger mixed with curiosity. “I’ll pay you double. Just take me there! And don’t waste my time!”
