Tiring. Arduous. Long. All words that came to mind as Thallia pressed her sweaty back against the cold steel of a sealed crate. Bending at the knees, she let the burden of standing ease away as she slumps down it's side. Coming to rest sitting on the edge of the platform trolley she moves her hair off of her face.
Taking in the progress made so far, Thallia shares a smile with those who had come with her. Darren. Lydia. Romain. Between the four of them it had taken several hours to unload and cart their kit across Newport to their destination. A new workshop space. A new home. Unfurnished. Empty, yet full of promise.
Barely had they been at Newport long enough to unload when other arrived. The Platform arrived in numbers. Civil Servant, their schemes the reason for their new venture. The Falkenhorst and the Himbeersee, captained by souls regrettably scorned. Soya Kobayashi, a Blood Dragon with a penchant for discourse. Knowing little of the local politics aside the general gist, it appears they sit apart from other Dragons she had met before. One to learn more about. Cipriano...Cipriano... a Maltesan enigma. So long had it been since they last spoke she had thought him deceased. And that Black Th-
"Coffee?" Lydia stood above her, hand reaching down to offer a take-away flask. That bitter smell of freshly brewed bean hit like smelling salts.
"Thank you, Lydia." They share a warm smile. Thallia lets out a sigh laced with relief as Lydia takes a perch atop boxes next to Darren as they all sit in quiet contemplation of the day. Stretching. Yawning.
"How about we call it a cycle for now?" Romain suggests as they lean their head back against their travel bag.
"Good idea. You all look as shattered as I feel," Darren comments as they lean their head to the left, firm movements with their hand to sooth their shoulder.
"Tomorrow, then? We can get to setting up LEXI and furbishing the place?" A chorus of approving groans meets her ears. "I'll find us some food. Think they've got take-away on Newport?"
Earbuds press into her thigh, rebelling against their misuse by staging an insurgence in the most uncomfortably tight pocket corner they could find. They had every reason to rebel. Newport Radio's late cycle broadcast was playing at full blast from Lydia's PDA in the middle of room.
With a roll of electrical tape tucked underneath her chin, Thallia's head and shoulder gently pulse with the beat as she carefully gathers sets of networking cable in her left hand. With her right, she seals them in together. Letting a warm smile reach her face, she rubs the soreness in her thigh as she looks her handiwork over. A hand reaching out, gently resting upon the metallic fan covers. A delicate caress travelling across to begin pressing each of the unit's power buttons.
"Welcome b...back." Thallia moves to the small terminal inset next to the rack. 'database run --select +core_tables_lexi --full-refresh'
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