Tides of Change

[Rodent]

The man known only as Vizier Lead walked the Isis's corridors. His real name was now a matter of secrecy, including everything about him. According to general reports, he went MIA a few months ago. Hah. MIA. Since then only a select few knew he existed.

Most removed their flight uniforms upon docking, but he was covered from head to toe in it, including the helmet. His identity couldn't be compromised at any point. Everyone knew he was a Vizier, the full attire was signal enough. He was avoided like he had herpes. Shaking his head, he made arrangements for food, and went to his own quarters.

Viziers were not supposed to be in Minor, except in emergencies. He'd brought a transport loaded with people to Minor, hence his visit. Tomorrow he would be gone. Today he would eat dinner in the seclusion of his room, and stretch out before going in the field again.