Makai Dashiell
Mining Idiot
BUSINESS PARK OF DUBRILLION
Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With :
Myra Arceneau Dashiell
, Phoebe Dashiell [NPC]
The ship sailed through the bright, tranquil atmosphere of Dubrillion, cutting through the sunshine and puffy clouds on approach to the landing pad. The trip had been a little longer than expected, given the current state of the hyperlanes, but they had finally made it thanks to expert flying by Thirty-Seven.
Setting down, they had come to collect Ellie from the temperate planet and reconnect as a family. Makai had survived his first big solo trip with Phoebe and while the girl stayed with her nanny biot for some of the trip, he was still proud he navigated his way around the ‘verse with a demanding toddler who thrived on schedule. A demanding toddler who was excited to see her mother once again, who hadn’t stopped talking the entire trip from Farstine to Dubrillion.
Lucky for them, Thirty-Seven had set down on the business complex landing site, which meant it was only a short walk to the offices of Mara TibX. Phoebe in his arms, he walked through the brilliant white space, listening to his daughter.
“Mama live here now?” A small pause, brow furrowing.
“No.” Makai laughed as they entered a turbolift. “Feels like it I bet. She’s been stuck here a long time. These are offices for Mara TibX.”
“Mara Tibbits?Who that?”
“Mara TibX is a company under Mimi’s company. Mama is in charge of Mara Tibx, they do all sorts of stuff like fuels, gasses, minerals. Very important, so people can power their homes and vehicles and starships.”
The turbolift came to a halt on an upper floor, letting them step out into the lobby. It was just as gleaming and modern the public spaces below, the windows overlooking the tropical landscape, the ocean far in the distance.
“Mister Dashiell. Miss Dashiell. Welcome to the offices on Dubrillion.” A secretary behind a large, exotic wood reception desk greeted them. “I am unsure if she is free at the moment. Let me check.”
Taking Phoebe to the large window, Makai assumed El-Three would have already alerted his wife, if the droid was with her. Both of their droid assistants had been pulling a great deal of weight considering the crisis that was tossing them in multiple directions.