Character

Tags: Vislor Elatar
The Shield Gate, Scarif.
It was not every day a wealthy businessman courted a humble planetary Viceroy. She mused further, drawing a line through the last thought. She was being courted an awful lot by Viceroys, Administrators, Generals, Lords of the Sith, Merchant Empires and Enterprising rich boys who liked to impress upon her with their ample wealth and acumen, in hope she would part with some land or some money or some favour. She often parted with none of them and they always looked a little forlorn. She didn’t mind breaking the hearts and minds of each of them, one at a time. It was almost a game to her. She loathed the type that thought they could muscle their way into her administration and assume they could ebb away at her project.
Project.
Scarif had always been more than a project. She had single-handedly changed the face of the planet. A whole new metropolis. Undertaken vast works. Given out land, resources, all for the benefit of the millions who live on the little green jewel in the darkness of space. She had developed the military resources, adapted, and made provision for engineers and researchers. The one thing that was still in abundance? Water, land, and minerals. Scarif’s ancient past had seen it part of the ancient Galactic Empire’s ambitious plans and they had carved a little chunk to make that happen. She would see vast swathes carved out if it meant sustainable money and growth for the people.
The communication from Vislor Elatar had been one of the unsuspected ones. A welcome one but unsuspecting. Elatar had replaced the old Imperial Shield Gate with the brand new one. Thousands of craft a day made their weary way through it and it gave some good protection to the people beneath. It was more, though. A symbol of strength. Of protection.
Hester had accepted the invitation cordially and now stood in the central conference room on the space station. She had ample facilities in New Lessu or even the capital city to host dignitaries. There were beach havens and research centres she could host in but this was a more personal touch. Afterall, Elatar had made the station. It had made a bit of a fuss though. With security tight, there was an increased naval presence, much good it was. The gate was tough. Just like Hester. And like the gate, if you wanted to get to Scarif, you had to go through Hester Shedo.
I’m waiting.