The odd screening at the Dabadoru clinic

[Omicron]

Dabadoru was seemingly detached from the regular warmongering of Delta, at comfortable distance to only see deep space Core raids whenever they break the perimeter. At time of Megaera’s visit, The Order had upper hand in the depths of Kiribati belt. Scouts did not bothered her, they knew better than to pick a fight with random freelancers, the area itself was not cordoned in any way from neutral contacts. The station itself was flanked by an Order Osiris named ironically after Ancient Earth’s mythological deity of chaos.

The hangar deck was clearly designed to maximize the number and efficiency of fighter craft operations. Historically it served as Core’s first installation out in the dark when this adversary of The Order still hailed either from Freeports or nomadic flotillas. Nowadays, The Order boldly walk upon its decks, destroying all symbols of the Core “imperium” erected by the last Guildmasters that governed Dabadoru. In fact, there were no memoralia’s that Core has ever occupied its corridors, save for painstakingly obvious signs of vandalism or how the locals had given to call it: “restoration of good taste”. Lady Mageara was expected by a bunch of black uniformed soldiers. At least they brought a hovering transportation, reducing need to spend here to absolute minimum if she willed it.

Level below the main hangar deck were found facilities that ensured needs of the crew were fulfilled. So they reached module designated for screening. Admiral Golanski, as his comms had not been a decoy was there present. All she could possibly recognize was his face from a wanted poster or some Order transmission, the man hardly bearing any distinction of his position besides some intricate uniform modifications shared by some of the other officers she might have spied on: The Overwatch soldiers, or Black Squadron as their name of old.

“My personal apologies for misspelling your name. This will not take long and you will be free to return to your Dragon friends soon...“ Admiral spoke with no accent that could possibly betray his place of origin within the Colonies of Man, with a tone indicating he seen it as mere formality to reaffirm her status as not part of the great alien commune. Either that or he gave a good face over a bad game.

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