Shooting Star

[Keller]

This might not have been the brightest of ideas. But he was confident enough that general curiosity would outweigh the need for brutality, just this once. A stir certainly meant that there would be no queue and no need for an appointment, he would be a priority whether people liked it or not. Though hesitation and indecision ran rampant in Keller's mind, akin to sheep without the necessary deterrence of a disciplined dog, it was clear why this had to be done.

By the time the ship had made contact with a landing pad that it had not requested clearance for, it was clear that aggressive action was not the intention. Instead, the canopy was thrown open and the pilot slipped out rather deftly. A practiced motion that came with experience, likely from having flown this craft for years now. He looked young, and seemed to be holding in quite a bit of frustration. Upright, he stood like a soldier, no slouching and no unnecessary movements. It was quite the welcoming party, if some degree of humor was indulged. Nevertheless he represented the fact that he had no weapon, keeping his hands visible and remaining still. Surprisingly submissive in contrast to his usual tendencies, but these were unusual times.

And that much both was and would be definitive.