Imago

[Nick Stenn]

INCOMING TRANSMISSION

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ENCRYPTION LEVEL: High

:::ACCESS GRANTED:::
FINALIZING IDENTIFICATION PROCESS ... PLEASE WAIT ...

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• »»» Location: Unknown
  
• »»» Sender ID: Nick Stenn
  
• »»» Recipient ID: Maren
  
• »»» Subject: Escort
  

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Maren,

Roger that. I'll be there shortly.

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Knight Commander Stenn
Forlorn Hope Command

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CLOSING TRANSMISSION

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Stenn reached out to turn the transmitter off, the screen fading before his hand touched the corresponding button. He was still learning to rely on using his Vergil implant, and often found himself subconsciously reaching for items that he was capable of directly connecting to. A frown played across his face as he considered the situation with Maren.

On one hand, he was willing to place good money on Ezreal being alive still. But the way she spoke was giving even him second thoughts. If she had some information he had missed, it was going to make things awkward. No. He'd personally flown Delta. He'd tracked the hyperspace echo as far as he could, but it eventually died out and left him without an indication of where to go next. Regardless, he'd offered his assistance, and now they'd try again.

The Sunbeam hummed gently as he directed it through the asteroid field to Barrier Gate. He'd already been on a patrol when Marens first message had arrived, and the patrol could be delegated to one of his Knights. The command tower at Barrier didn't pose a challenge when he approached to dock. Hell, if they were meeting on A, he'd have his own private dock to use. He briefly considered using the dock on A anyway and simply jogging over to C to meet Maren, but decided that it would look too unprofessional.

Several minutes of winding corridors and cavern like rooms later, he found himself standing outside the door of a small apartment. The sound of metal on metal echoed slight as he knocked on the door.

"It's Stenn. I'm here about a girl and a dragon."

One of these days he'd book that appointment with a psychologist. He wasn't always this flippant. If he was more machine he'd almost call it a glitch. Almost.

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