The Fontana Summit

[Nekrotalis]

More and more representatives arrive. Hester regarded each for a short while, her steely blue gaze resting on them for but a few seconds to evaluate what she might expect. Shortly before the representatives of the Rogues arrive she made herself a small glass of gin ready. Taking a careful sip from the glass as to savour the aromas of it. The high percentage of it made her shiver barely noticeably. “Something for the nerves.” She thought.

Then the first of the Rogues entered and she put down her glass. It’s the first time that she saw them outside of space. They made just the impression that their ships made, cobbled together from different parts. The second entered and by now she felt a little sting of envy at the sight of more people that were free to choose their own clothing. The smile the second one regarded her with she didn’t quite understand what it is for. But to be polite she reciprocated it with a slight nod towards him.

As she took another sip form her gin the Admiral of the Order showed up and it dawned on her that this entire gathering seemed to have developed into a sausage party. Hester sighed internally, leaning a bit further back into her chair as Damien started up the holo-projector. She had of course, already seen the thing it showed from space.