The Talandar was running rather late, seeming to take forever to arrive, when an EM signature was detected. Uncloaking, the Talandar transmitted its IFF and ID data to the Ingenuus, closing quickly on the mooring points offered.
"Ingenuus tower; Order Talandar. Requesting permission to moor on the active."
Upon mooring, Dr. Erzie walked down the passageway, his prototype utility suit, Adonaios followed close behind him, clearly controlled by data protocol. James walked at a strange rhythm, bending over a cane that seemed to keep him upright, making his way toward the conference room. Upon arrival he commanded Adonaios to wait outside, then spoke in a slow, stressed voice, clearly taking large effort.
"My highest apologies for the delay... I had preparations to make before I departed... *clearing his throat and letting out a few hoarse coughs, clearly exhausted* Please... allow me... to rest... a moment."
The scars of the battles of his youth were apparent, regardless of what he tried to hide, heavy burns and cuts were evidently common in his past. His face nearly completely scarred, his hand also burned, and neck riddled as well. After finally settling in a seat, he placed a small paper booklet in front of him, squaring it off on the edge of the table. He sat there a moment, staring at the book, as if mentally preparing himself for what was about to unfold before looking up with a small grin, which looked no less than unsettling.