Chosen for its convenient location somewhere north of between-Ceto-and-Honoghr, Kwenn Station stood as the furthest the newly annointed CEO of Ceto Engineering & Technology Operations was willing to go at the present time. Given the recent death of the Shamalain Matriarch and the flurry to tie up loose ends within the family tree, becoming the corporate head of a major shipwright in the backwater regions of the galaxy had not been part of the plans.
Still, if the late Matriarch had imparted upon her nothing else over many centuries of mentorship, it was to be adaptable. To see an opportunity rather than a threat.
The Committee meeting had proven insightful for her and clarifying for them. A win-win, all things considered. The man that had once sat in her position, Darcy Sixsmith, now found himself comfortably seated in the chair of Director of Operations. Ereza could maintain her presence on Honoghr until the chaotic ripples the Matriarch's death had put into motion finally smoothed over, and Sixsmith could continue running things as usual.
"These fellows of yours," Sixsmith had motioned to the cadre of reptilian assassins standing poised and silent at the meeting hall entrance for the duration of the appointment, "do they travel with you at all times?"
"At all times, Mr. Sixsmith," Ereza replied without looking up, her eyes were busy scanning project reports from the last five years,
"you'll find them to be most inconspicuous."
"Do they...speak?" he queried quietly, pallid blue eyes watching those shadowed creatures as they stood like statues carved from stone.
"Not to you."
Sixsmith seemed to nod to himself, as if this fact was prefectly acceptable.
"Keep me aprised of new developments, Mr. Sixsmith. Until I have my affairs in order," Ereza stood from her seat, tapping holoflimsies into a file,
"you have the helm."
Sixsmith and the others at the table stood as well. He offered his hand to her, fumbling when her gaze pierced his palm like a laser-guided spear. Right, no physical contact. The man recalled the offending appendage and hid it behind his back, offering a short bow from the waist instead. This culture shift would take some getting use to. "Of course, my Lady, you will be the first to receive all new and pertinent information."
Ereza departed with a curt smile and a measured turn on her heel,
the hood of her robes coming to rest over her head as she made her exit. The Noghri fell into formation: two at her front, two at her back, and one General bringing up the rear.
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