Metal Militia

[Reeves]

The monorail whistled its way in, winding up and along the steel lines that although precarious were designed to support high speed transit across the planetoid. The monorail train itself was an off-white and slightly dirty industrial design common in House Liberty. As to how it would have been sourced here was a mystery and it suggested sponsorship of some variety.

It stopped a short distance away, out of clear clear sight lines, but it was still within earshot and the sounds of boots and fists thumping echoed out towards the recently disembarked posse. If one was attentive enough it would sound like the sound was getting closer, not a march, not footsteps, but the occasional salute perhaps.

But even if this observation had eluded perception, it was made overt by that man arriving. This caused the guards nearby to straighten out into more upright posture, following by the thumping of a closed fist over their chest and the stomp of a boot the ground. This was the noise that had sounded like it was drawing closer to them, a line of guards or functionaries saluting the Commander, even though he was not their superior.

"Miss Blake?"

He singled her out first, likely having some trouble recognizing her in person without all the comms static impeding the eyes. But all the same she was being offered a formal handshake in front of her group and the full view of Ramsey's "daytime" busybodies. It was a highly public showing of cooperation between the two groups that served optics as much as it did mere formality and politeness.