The Fontana Summit

[Nekrotalis]

The eloquence of Hemlocke, as he spoke about such highly complex topics, surprised Hester a little. Something she’d not let the others see as she continued to listen on. As the nomads and their enigmatic master’s the Daam K’Vosh are mentioned, she took another sip of her gin, emptying the glass before carefully setting it down. She hated the fact that these things existed, she hated it even more that they scared her a little. Humans you can talk to, you can see into their eyes and all their emotions can be laid bare. Through one mean or another. These things, you can’t do that with. Better to render them onto a torch.

It was then that Chloe made her high energy entrance. The voice was somewhat familiar to Hester as the two might’ve met in space previously but she might just misremember. Either way she was glad that the last person they had waited for was not adding to the already existing theme. She gave the hacker girl a polite smile before waving to the aide and grabbing one of the salt-flavoured packs of chips. On and on the discussion went, thoughts entering Hester’s mind that she might’ve brought to word but that in the end she would need to discuss with Damien afterwards. The Wyoming was of a particular concern to her and the bag of chips slowly emptied and another gin was poured.

Then the flow of conversation switched over to the topic of Erie. She was familiar with it. The news on Denver had been full of reports of how the Zoners were at fault fro the entire situation and how Liberty would impose “Law and Order” onto these free-spirited people. The suppressor's boot came crashing down. She had gathered a lot more details after returning to the Alliance. Especially whenever she visited Milford, she got along with them and they told her some interesting bits from time to time. As the Militant’s gaze rested on her she, briefly closed her eyes before looking to Damien, he has to make the decision of how to help. If the Alliance even sends aid.