Kaile Vera
Whiskey Girl
Honestly, Kaile would have preferred a normal sonic refresher over a water one. However, with the Solaris as high-end as it is, having a water refresher shouldn't have been a surprise. It was limited of course, with recycled water that would purify and ensure that it would cycle through with a clean, refreshing scent. But it wasn't the same. The high-end life that Asmus, as well as the Eriadian merchant nobility, were used to was not the Lorrdian style.
Nonetheless, she couldn't ignore that the heat of the water rolling over her face and body allowed her mind to go blank. Eyes shut, and she would breathe in and out of her mouth—the lenses she had on had been removed. The blonde hair would be gone soon, switched to another color to match the new identity she'd take.
Quietly, under the deafening sound of the shower, Kaile thought about the next steps she would have to take. What would be the best route, and how to do it.
Part of her already knew that Asmus would object if she told him that she intended to leave him at Surabi and implant him in a safe house. It would be better for him. From there, he could go to the Kathol Outback, get lost, and pick up a pilot job. It wouldn't be far off from what he was used to doing - granted, not for a large Incom corporation as before. But it was something he would be used to. Prefer perhaps. He was already feeling lost and overwhelmed. Nothing drove that home as much as how the pilot sat on the bed with that helpless expression on his face.
Part of her wanted to see if it would be best to contact his uncle for him. At the same time, Kaile recognized that would only bring someone else at risk. In her mind, she gave a curse. Why did he join the SIS? Why this? Why couldn't he have stayed out of the war, out of harm's way?
Frustration brought her palms to her face, the woman rubbing the water droplets from her eyes.
No, what he did with his life wasn't for her to decide. What she could do, at the very least, is figure out how to keep him alive and out of trouble.
Suravi would be a stop for that.
A few minutes later, Kaile would leave the refresher and change. Asmus lay on the bed, perhaps asleep. Quietly, she did her best to change. She had to get to the cockpit to get there in time for the shift in the course before the warning chime went off.
Nonetheless, she couldn't ignore that the heat of the water rolling over her face and body allowed her mind to go blank. Eyes shut, and she would breathe in and out of her mouth—the lenses she had on had been removed. The blonde hair would be gone soon, switched to another color to match the new identity she'd take.
Quietly, under the deafening sound of the shower, Kaile thought about the next steps she would have to take. What would be the best route, and how to do it.
Part of her already knew that Asmus would object if she told him that she intended to leave him at Surabi and implant him in a safe house. It would be better for him. From there, he could go to the Kathol Outback, get lost, and pick up a pilot job. It wouldn't be far off from what he was used to doing - granted, not for a large Incom corporation as before. But it was something he would be used to. Prefer perhaps. He was already feeling lost and overwhelmed. Nothing drove that home as much as how the pilot sat on the bed with that helpless expression on his face.
Part of her wanted to see if it would be best to contact his uncle for him. At the same time, Kaile recognized that would only bring someone else at risk. In her mind, she gave a curse. Why did he join the SIS? Why this? Why couldn't he have stayed out of the war, out of harm's way?
Frustration brought her palms to her face, the woman rubbing the water droplets from her eyes.
No, what he did with his life wasn't for her to decide. What she could do, at the very least, is figure out how to keep him alive and out of trouble.
Suravi would be a stop for that.
A few minutes later, Kaile would leave the refresher and change. Asmus lay on the bed, perhaps asleep. Quietly, she did her best to change. She had to get to the cockpit to get there in time for the shift in the course before the warning chime went off.