New Thessalonica Space-port, Planet Yuma, Coronado
morning of 8 Sept. 824 A.S.
During the past few days, Erik took his time making sure everything was in order. With a number of small projects nearing completion, it had been quite a hectic week at Yuma Robotics, but in the end he reassured himself that things wouldn't go sideways in a day. As such, he took this Friday off. Last night, he had arranged with his sister - who works at I.L.L. - to set up a private ferry, for just four passengers. Obviously, he then also sent Doreen a message to come with Ben at the Space-port, dock 3, the next morning, at 09:00.
As per usual, the space-port was full of action, people and transiting vessels. The hustle and bustle was quite common here, most of all, due to the place being a central node between almost all other floating islands on Yuma. At dock 3, an Intersun Luxury Liners vessel was parked.
Peter was already exhausting himself from jumping around near the stylish medium-sized ship. He was over-excited considering what his father explained about today and clearly couldn't contain it. The boy was dressed for the occasion, sporting a simple pair of jeans and a white short-sleeved shirt with the Corvins' logo on the right side of his chest. Erik too tried to go for a classy look, but still casual enough. He was wearing a brown fancy jacket over a gray shirt and pants to match. They had arrived about ten minutes before nine, so at the moment they just needed to wait for Doreen and Ben to arrive.
Unlike his son, Erik didn't show any excitement on the outside, although he did expect this to be - at least - a lovely day. Having fun with his son while showing Yuma to Doreen and Ben was undoubtedly something he would enjoy greatly. And on top of things, the weather felt perfect... with a faint breeze blowing from the west and the sun just starting to rise over New Thessalonica...
