Since the fall of Dosuun, life had been a blur for Delilah Graham. She had been bundled into one of the last ships that had left the capital, and one of the last to board the shuttle at that. She had a first-row seat to watch the devastation of the metropolis. Ironically, it had been the very act that had saved the First Order that indirectly destroyed Dosuun. The destruction of the SRI mother ship -- for lack of better term -- that had been interdicting Dosuun's space, locking fleeing civilian ships around the planet while preventing First Order military forces and their allies from getting close enough to help, had rained down destructive debris across the planet, and the resulting space battle had made more than its fair share of devastation as chunks of capital ships, not fully disintegrated in the atmosphere, impacted the surface.
Delilah watched it all from the small viewport of the shuttle door against which she was crammed with two dozen or so other Security Bureau and other government officials. They had boarded the shuttle almost as the Ministry of Defense building collapsed beneath its landing pad. The eerie silence in the shuttle, Delilah would never forget. But their troubles hadn't been over; the shuttle was badly damaged in the evacuation, and the hard landing had injured most everyone on board. Delilah spent time in overwhelmed hospital transports and medical bays of First Order naval vessels, in and out of consciousness as she went from one surgery to the next. Her recuperation had been long, but finally she was checked out. She collected her security pass, her cane, and the several metal plates and rods that held her together, and boarded the next transport for Pa'Desh.
There weren't enough uniforms to go around, so when she emerged into the humidity of the Pa'Deshi atmosphere, she wore a denuded First Order Navy jumpsuit with her security badge pinned to the breast pocket. She strolled to the security checkpoint, leaning against her cane for support as she did. The auburn-haired intelligence analyst handed over her ID badge and asked where she should be going. The guard swiped the card into the security computer, then handed it back as her assignment came up. "We weren't expecting you so soon, Ms. Graham. I don't have your room assignment. I'll escalate to logistics. For the meantime, I suggest you head for the central keep." He gestured with his finger to a route. "Uh -- there are stairs, will you -- ?"
"I'll manage," Delilah said with a tight smile. "This way?"
"Yes. Keep right and take the stairs up. You'll encounter another security checkpoint before you can go in. I'll let command know you're coming."
"Can you tell me -- who -- is Director Shepard here?"
The guard shrugged. "Not sure, honestly. I don't have access to the full roster, and nothing beyond director level. Sorry."
"Quite right. Thank you," Delilah said. She clipped her badge back to her uniform jumpsuit and set off, making reasonably good clip even with her reliance on the cane. She was itching to get down to work, but first she had to get an idea of what there was that needed doing.
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