An emissary at Bielefeld

[Civil Servant]

Civil Servant |

HelmetCamera.Prog

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ShellSys01: HelmetCamera.Prog
> Personal Recall
> Visual and audio archiving...
> Begin recording
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CS was making his rounds around Bielefeld, the vending saw many spending their time around some of the social bars and communal kitchens... He looked quite administrative at this time, the addition of a messenger bag and a arm full of data-pads made him look more like an mobile-office rather than the combat webbing of a Zero-G Trooper. Collecting the words and whispers of the Platform anarchists ranging collective motives to security details... But with all that listening, he was more eager to speak than ever now he's heard that a suitable audience was present.

As he turned into the local bar, he didn't stop at the door to see who was around, looking about as he walked in to allow his visor to scan the room... It didn't linger in a single location, the illusion of saying 'I haven't found what I wanted yet' without speaking a word. While he passed some other guests with a close squeeze to get towards the bartender, some people glared while in close proximity and continued to stare as he passed them with quiet words of distrust behind his back, others went on without paying any attention. Even to outsiders, there was still an atmosphere if distrust from locals to him. His socialite fashion would usually be the outlier compared to the other engineering suits and civilian clothing about, at this time he wasn't the only helmeted individual at the Bar, some other other Ghosts of the DM tribe had found their way to this location too, sitting and 'conversing' silently with head and hand movements, visually blending in with the establishments bustling social atmosphere.

As CS came up to the bar he patiently waited for everyone to be served, nodding to the bartender whom nodded back and carried on with his queue of other patrons... CS stood there contently as he gazed into the mirror behind the bar at his own reflection. He never turned his back towards the table as to where Lisanak sat... He looked 'occupied' behind that visor.

By the time a dozen drinks have been served, the bartender had finally come to CS, he had placed a data-padd on the counter for the Bartender who took it straight away, his dry and weathered hands gripped that device tightly. The words muttered from him giving a heartfelt thanks, hands of a gesture of genuine gratitude given back by CS... The bartender in turn lowered himself under the counter to heave up a create of RhienWeissbier, not the best, not terrible... But a cheap classic.

CS in the meantime took that create and turned around, he kept scanning the room and swivelling his helmet around, his swerving and weaving between the tables and chairs made it clear he was beelining himself towards Lisanak table and the empty chairs.

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CS sat down without hesitation, placing the crate of Rhienbier under the table and scooting his chair inwards twice and finally relaxing with his hands down on his lap as he sat upright. "We usually start formal or first time greetings with a handshake..." His voice was low tone with a clam manner, yet a little crackled today coming through his helmets speaker, yet more audible than the word-less communication of his fellow tribe. "I still haven't gotten used to it either." He held out a gloved hand with his palm and fingers open towards.

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