Merion Oreno
Space oddity
Chancellorate of Commerce Facility Hoskor
Echoy'la
The Diarchy
For being a series of pressurized tunnels sunk into a mined-out planetoid, Hoskor Base was a surprisingly comfortable spot for downtime. Currently Merion had plenty. He'd flown a ship of Chancellorate people and assets here because someone struck a deep new vein of Mandalorian iron or whatever. All very exciting for plenty of people.
There was even celebratory cake in the break room, which was admittedly beautiful: it jutted from the asteroid-like surface and had a view of vast natural rings splitting the stars like an axe of pattern-welded steel.
Cake was not sufficient. Merion, in a rare moment of openness to personal connection, had tapped his private funds — he was a gorram prince outside his day job — and the system's culinary resources and let it be known throughout the facility that food and beverages were available. Finger foods, layered sloppy things, intoxicants within reason.
He even took off his cultic helmet and outer robes and stuck them in a corner. For the last ten minutes he'd been in animated conversation with a pair of Trandoshans over hyperlane navigation through the lens of death worship. As Scorekeeper devotees they had many thoughts of their own.
Echoy'la
The Diarchy
For being a series of pressurized tunnels sunk into a mined-out planetoid, Hoskor Base was a surprisingly comfortable spot for downtime. Currently Merion had plenty. He'd flown a ship of Chancellorate people and assets here because someone struck a deep new vein of Mandalorian iron or whatever. All very exciting for plenty of people.
There was even celebratory cake in the break room, which was admittedly beautiful: it jutted from the asteroid-like surface and had a view of vast natural rings splitting the stars like an axe of pattern-welded steel.
Cake was not sufficient. Merion, in a rare moment of openness to personal connection, had tapped his private funds — he was a gorram prince outside his day job — and the system's culinary resources and let it be known throughout the facility that food and beverages were available. Finger foods, layered sloppy things, intoxicants within reason.
He even took off his cultic helmet and outer robes and stuck them in a corner. For the last ten minutes he'd been in animated conversation with a pair of Trandoshans over hyperlane navigation through the lens of death worship. As Scorekeeper devotees they had many thoughts of their own.