The Fontana Summit

[Nekrotalis]

Hester had her eyes closed as she stood in front of the mirror. Her temporary quarters on Fontana had served her well for the last couple of days but now it was time for the grand event. She felt nervous and honoured. Honoured to be selected to accompany Damien for this occasion but also nervous due to the many different guests that were to arrive. Hackers, Order, Rogues and Militant Zoners, as well Caliban.

For a moment she pondered why he had been invited as the sole individual not affiliated with any organisation but Cobra trusted him and that must account for something. A long drawn out sigh escapes her as she opens her eyes to look at herself one more time before starting her track down to the meeting hall. “Well… I hope that something positive will come from this meeting.” The thought of an all out brawl breaking out at some point crossed her mind but she quickly pushed that away.

A couple of minutes later footfalls can be heard coming from the hallway leading to the conference room and soon a woman in her late twenties to early thirties enters. The long brown hair that usually flowed over and down her shoulders neatly put together in a ponytail. Over what was the standard, dark grey and brownish red, of an alliance dress uniform she wore a similarly greyish field jacket. On the left sleeve there was a snake poised to unleash it’s venom, the Rinkhals.

“I hope that you did not have to wait too long for me, Damien.” Her voice hid the nervousness well enough so that only her long time friend might pick up on it. For a moment she looked around. Her gaze taking in the unfamiliar faces. A soft sigh escapes her as she is slowly circling towards what appeared to be her seat to the left of Cobra. She waited for Cobra and what she guessed to be an Order representative to finish their exchange. “I am Adjutant Hester, otherwise known as Rinkhals.” Her voice was just enough to reach everyone in the room, hoping that it’d suffice as an introduction for now.