Cira
Best Onion
It wasn't the sort of situation Cira would have wanted. Things never end up working as planned. Even with the best intentions.
In the wake of the Fringe's invasion of Eriadu, Cira soon found herself shuttled off in the direction of Fondor.
Truth be told, she wasn't ready for that yet. Not in the wake of what happened on Eriadu, what had happened enroute to the Starfall - in which she was still quite livid about - and frankly, after the entire galaxy believing her to be dead.
A long while in an oubliette had a tendency to do that.
People had questions, rightfully so. But at the present time, she had no answers. None she was willing to give.
Not now. She needed time.
Public Relations would do wonders to keep the media at bay, but it would not be for long. She was on a time limit. A time limit that begun the moment she presented herself within that conference room in front of the galaxy.
Frustration at herself, at the situation, at everything would rise, prompting her to rub her hands upon her face.
Questions had revealed that it had not been Ayden who'd taken over the Protectorate first, but Tegaea.
And that after an assassination attempt she'd stepped down. Concern over her rose; she had so much to catch up with.
Back to back, first Atresia then the Fringe. What else would be next?
Restless fingers would soon bring up a comm call straight to the bridge.
[ Yes, ma'am? ] there was a bit of hesitation in the relay, as if unsure exactly what to call her. She couldn't blame him.
"Redirect course for Kaeshana." came her order. There was a long pause.
"To Kaeshana." she said firmly.
This... was going to be interesting.
In the wake of the Fringe's invasion of Eriadu, Cira soon found herself shuttled off in the direction of Fondor.
Truth be told, she wasn't ready for that yet. Not in the wake of what happened on Eriadu, what had happened enroute to the Starfall - in which she was still quite livid about - and frankly, after the entire galaxy believing her to be dead.
A long while in an oubliette had a tendency to do that.
People had questions, rightfully so. But at the present time, she had no answers. None she was willing to give.
Not now. She needed time.
Public Relations would do wonders to keep the media at bay, but it would not be for long. She was on a time limit. A time limit that begun the moment she presented herself within that conference room in front of the galaxy.
Frustration at herself, at the situation, at everything would rise, prompting her to rub her hands upon her face.
Questions had revealed that it had not been Ayden who'd taken over the Protectorate first, but Tegaea.
And that after an assassination attempt she'd stepped down. Concern over her rose; she had so much to catch up with.
Back to back, first Atresia then the Fringe. What else would be next?
Restless fingers would soon bring up a comm call straight to the bridge.
[ Yes, ma'am? ] there was a bit of hesitation in the relay, as if unsure exactly what to call her. She couldn't blame him.
"Redirect course for Kaeshana." came her order. There was a long pause.
[ But the Lord Protector.. ]
"To Kaeshana." she said firmly.
[Aye, Ma'am.. resetting course.]
This... was going to be interesting.