Resurgence

Region: The Citadel

Location: Hatakani VI – Concord Bureau

Date: 29.04.117

Time: 20:24

The crisp sound of boots hitting the metal walkway echoed through the docking bay as numerous ships and their crews arrived and departed from the CONCORD Bureau orbiting Hatakani VI.

Sahriah stepped off the ramp that connected her Stratios class cruiser to the network of access elevators that ran the length of the corridor. Finally. The thought of being home did not comfort her as much as she had hoped. It had only taken a day to return from Houla, but she had slept little during the journey. The past was creeping up behind her and being in the dark made her uncomfortable.

She trudged down the walkway, sliding her hand across the railing, the soft elevations and crevices of Ammarian filigree caressing her fingers as she went. CONCORD Bureaus were always busy regardless of the hour but tonight seemed exceptionally so. There was a constant stream of merchants, traders and military pouring through the arched openings that connected the many bays and cargo spaces together. Stations were generally regarded as the centres of commerce throughout the universe, but in addition to the regular activity, CONCORD Bureaus contained a significantly larger concentration of diplomatic, political and military personal. It was difficult to maintain a reasonable measure of patience living here, but being corporate headquarters meant that she had no choice in the matter.

Brushing past the crowd, Sahriah found the elevator that would take her to her office and stepped inside quickly, pressing the command button to ensure none of the other station guests could intrude on the several minute journey to the upper levels.

Looking down at her data pad she called up the last piece of information she had been studying.  

Shalee Lianne
Corporate History 
No.Mercy [.N-M.] from 117.03.09 23:59 to this day
Imperial Angels [ERIAL] from 117.01.20 05:40 to 117.03.09 23:59
In Exile. [EXIIE] from 114.12.28 02:24 to 117.01.20 05:40
Imperial Outlaws (Closed) from 113.10.09 04:23 to 114.12.28 02:24
Knighthood of the Merciful Crown [KOTMC] from 112.02.05 06:18 to 113.10.09 04:23
PIE inc. [PIE] from 111.04.22 05:40 to 112.01.23 07:44

She vaguely remembered Shalee from her days in the Amarr Militia. Shalee had been in PIE during that time, a highly religious and devoted Ammarian corporation and self-proclaimed ‘defenders of the faith’. Sahriah had sought her out, remembering her friendship with Garst Tyrell and hoping she would be able to assist her in contacting him without forcing her to go to null security space, a decision she now regretted.

The elevator doors slid open quietly revealing a large white and gold corridor. Despite all the commotion that seemed to follow them around, the Amarr certainly knew how to create stunning architecture and it was a pleasant change from the dark blue-grey metal so prominent in Caldari culture.

Keying in the passcode for her personal office, her thoughts drifted back further, to the source of her worries. Tigerfish Torpedo. It had been a long time, almost 8 years to be exact, since she had left her former commander. She had not spoken to or crossed him in all this time and now she suddenly finds him, married, to a loyalist of all people.

Sighing, she sauntered over to her desk, checking the time and throwing her data pad down with more force then intended. Her neocom blinked persistently at her. It had not been checked in several days and there was sure to be an unreasonable amount of correspondence to address.

Sahriah leaned back in her chair studying the newest contract request to appear in her inbox. Her eyes glazed over the text, barely taking in the words in front of her. Sleep. The voice in her head told her, but she resisted, hoisting herself upright with a groan and forcing her mind to focus. Sahriah tapped away, replying to several mails without much thought. She had so much admin to take care of nowadays that she was beginning to feel like more of a secretary then a mercenary. She had significantly less kills this month than during the previous several months and felt as if she was perhaps losing the respect of the pilots beneath her. None of them understood the sheer amount of work involved in providing them with people to shoot at, and that’s all they cared about…shooting at things. 

"You progressed on to bigger and tougher targets, I trust? No longer skulking around Empire hitting soft targets?" 

 

She tried to shake Tiger's voice from her head. 

A familiar notification rang in the office indicating CONCORD’s approval of a war application they had applied for yesterday and she checked the time again, rubbing her eyes and stifling a yawn. She glanced back down to the pad lying on her desk. Has he changed that much? The thought was both hopeful and depressing. He had been her mentor. Had he forgotten what he had once so passionately taught her, or was there something else going on?

Frowning she stood, picked up the PDA and headed for her room.

"Maybe...just maybe, I can understand why you did what you did. We should talk later"

It was going to be a long wait