Ashin Varanin
Professional Enabler
ESFANDIA
Tap, tap. Datacard on a desk she wouldn't call hers anymore. Moving on to smaller and better things, after a very successful stint as AEI's interim CEO, and a member of Silk's board. Moving on, but not moving up. Except from a certain point of view.
The datacard really wasn't all that important, in the grand scheme of things. Sensor and camera records of a handful of unique ships (and one shadowy little one, visual details fuzzy, surrounded by an increasing electromagnetic distortion) congregating over Esfandia. It had been not long after AEI had set up a significant orbital presence and the Mandalorians had done the same. Weapons fire on the ground.
And intercepts of radio transmissions. Encrypted, naturally. Not something AEI had done much with, and now it was too late for her to be involved with that, at least with AEI. The data had gone to her Tion associates, primarily [member="Sasha Santhe"] and [member="Marek Starchaser"] -- Sasha or Marek would know what to do with it. Selka had made herself a copy. It had just been such an interesting little event, a threat to AEI's dominance over the half-completed Blood Trail. The information would now be in the hands of the new leaders of AEI ( [member="Ostanes"] ), though they might have other priorities -- Selka certainly had. Whether there was something worthwhile to be learned from this was anyone's guess, but it stuck in her teeth like a splinter of bone, a relic of the insatiable curiosity she'd inherited from Velok. Unfinished business, one of the few details left. Those ships had to have turned up somewhere else.
Tap, tap. Datacard on a desk she wouldn't call hers anymore. Moving on to smaller and better things, after a very successful stint as AEI's interim CEO, and a member of Silk's board. Moving on, but not moving up. Except from a certain point of view.
The datacard really wasn't all that important, in the grand scheme of things. Sensor and camera records of a handful of unique ships (and one shadowy little one, visual details fuzzy, surrounded by an increasing electromagnetic distortion) congregating over Esfandia. It had been not long after AEI had set up a significant orbital presence and the Mandalorians had done the same. Weapons fire on the ground.
And intercepts of radio transmissions. Encrypted, naturally. Not something AEI had done much with, and now it was too late for her to be involved with that, at least with AEI. The data had gone to her Tion associates, primarily [member="Sasha Santhe"] and [member="Marek Starchaser"] -- Sasha or Marek would know what to do with it. Selka had made herself a copy. It had just been such an interesting little event, a threat to AEI's dominance over the half-completed Blood Trail. The information would now be in the hands of the new leaders of AEI ( [member="Ostanes"] ), though they might have other priorities -- Selka certainly had. Whether there was something worthwhile to be learned from this was anyone's guess, but it stuck in her teeth like a splinter of bone, a relic of the insatiable curiosity she'd inherited from Velok. Unfinished business, one of the few details left. Those ships had to have turned up somewhere else.