Aren D'Shade
Digital Shadow
The shuttle touched down on Bastion with a muted thrum, the station's sleek surfaces reflecting the low, ambient glow of the outer corridors. Aren stepped off the ramp with deliberate precision, Omen following at her side, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings with quiet curiosity.
"Rellik said to meet him at the Life Day tech display," Aren murmured, scanning the corridor ahead. Her tone was calm and measured, with a faint lift in her voice: anticipation, the subtle thrill of being called to a project that mattered.
The atrium of the display area opened before them, wide and adorned with festive lights and the faint shimmer of ornamental projections. Aren's fingers itched to get to work, checking connections and scanning the consoles. "We'll need this powered, calibrated, and ready for demonstration," she said, more to herself than anyone else. "No room for shortcuts."
Omen lingered nearby, her gaze sweeping the atrium with quiet interest, letting Aren move freely while observing the scene.
From the far side of the display, a figure approached. Tall, deliberate, exuding an authority that made Aren straighten slightly, instinctively assessing the newcomer. She didn't speak, didn't move toward the figure, registered the presence, and let her hands hover near the consoles, ready to continue her work.
The hum of the station and the glow of the displays set the stage for what promised to be an unusual Life Day, and the approach of the figure suggested that this setup would not go entirely unnoticed.
Diarch Reign
"Rellik said to meet him at the Life Day tech display," Aren murmured, scanning the corridor ahead. Her tone was calm and measured, with a faint lift in her voice: anticipation, the subtle thrill of being called to a project that mattered.
The atrium of the display area opened before them, wide and adorned with festive lights and the faint shimmer of ornamental projections. Aren's fingers itched to get to work, checking connections and scanning the consoles. "We'll need this powered, calibrated, and ready for demonstration," she said, more to herself than anyone else. "No room for shortcuts."
Omen lingered nearby, her gaze sweeping the atrium with quiet interest, letting Aren move freely while observing the scene.
From the far side of the display, a figure approached. Tall, deliberate, exuding an authority that made Aren straighten slightly, instinctively assessing the newcomer. She didn't speak, didn't move toward the figure, registered the presence, and let her hands hover near the consoles, ready to continue her work.
The hum of the station and the glow of the displays set the stage for what promised to be an unusual Life Day, and the approach of the figure suggested that this setup would not go entirely unnoticed.