visio populi
Montitia
Alicio hadn't realized how much he missed the simplicity of refugee work.
Not that it was technically uncomplicated. The logistics of moving displaced peoples to livable situations would always be an incomprehensible puzzle, one that he and those working with him would try their best to solve. No, he meant moral simplicity. There was no hiding, no gathering intel, no traps to spring.
So he was glad to be doing it again, and on a scale he could never have done as the Crown Liason of Sanctuary City. Helping the Epicanthix find a new home, giving a people hope again after tragedy... it was his calling.
The Count looked over the shoulder of his shuttle's pilot, taking in Montitia. It's two mega-cities could be seen from orbit, pushed apart by unpopulated land. "Thank you for the smooth trip," he said to the pilot, before turning and addressing a well-dressed Chiss man. "Orso, would you please let Senator Provost know we're en route?"
"Yes, Senator." Orso nodded sharply, tapping away at his datapad. Alicio turned his face back to the planet, a thoughtful frown pulling the corners of his mouth down.
It was a change from their recent conversations, but a worthy one.
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