Omega: Joining the Club

Lyra Palmer sat there in her shed that would be occupied some days later by other visitors to the dockyards. But for today, it was just her and whoever was sent, assuming of course he didn't come himself. She judged that event to be unlikely but one could never tell what would happen with these things before they actually happened. She stretched out, boots resounding with a thud as they settled on top of the table while her chair leaned back to that perfect angle.

Regardless of who had been sent, they would be here soon. So there she sat in utter relaxation as she ran through the list of things to say one last time.

A man approached the shed, checked his omni-tool to verify the location, and knocked. "Lyra Palmer?"

The knocking drew her attention quite quickly as she shifted into a different position, boots sliding off of the table now just in case. Her hand snaked out and pressed a button on the table, the door sliding open with a soft hiss a second later, That is indeed me. Come on in, Mister?

"Simon Huang. [Redacted] was my CO on Torfan, and I'm here on his behalf."[/quote] He stepped inside, and pulled a tiny drone out from his breast pocket. "Unfortunately, he is unable to be here in person, but he is still very interested in speaking with you." The drone slowly lifted itself from his palm, and began to float at chest height. Light sprung from its surface and bent, forming itself into the likeness of a nondescript man dressed in combat fatigues.

"Dame Palmer, how do you do?"

A soft snort greeted that form of address before she responded, Simon, [Redacted]. It's going very well. Lathal is mostly quiet, the dockyards are busy, and nobody is trying to actively kill me. Palmer leaned forward, elbows now resting on the table, And just Palmer please. That title is really annoying to hear. She blinked twice, grey eyes twirling, So, is this counter-espionage just a counter-espionage company?

"Why, of course. [Redacted] Security Consultants is an honest corporation that adheres to Noverian law, and whatever its members may choose to do on their personal time is certainly not any of our business. Why do you ask?"

Her right hand went down to the table, two fingers tapping out a slow beat, An O person for a messenger, one of those lovely Cerberus communication devices. Hummm. Is it open for investment then, this honest corporation?

"Investment opportunities? Sadly not. But we are quite interested in forming advantageous partnerships, particularly ones outside of the Horsehead Nebula."

A partnership. The lady smiled and sat back, relaxing, I would shake your hand but unless someone went and discovered hard light recently I don't think I can do that. Lyra rubbed her hands together, the smile vanishing, I'm having a vacation soon after an obligation is fulfilled. Of course, I'm not sure when that obligation will be finished but perhaps we could meet then to discuss matters. If not, I'll just send you a list of assets in some discrete way and we can discuss it further then.

"That sounds agreeable. My assets on Omega are mostly - " he stared down at his arms, as if fascinated by the communication technology "- less than tangible. Simon has recently established a chocolate store here, and will be managing local affairs for a time. I look forward to hearing from you."

"Is there anything else?"

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A chocolate store. The amount of rejoicing going on in Palmer's mind was damn near audible. I got nothing else to say here. Just tell me where this chocolate shop is.

[Redacted]'s image disappeared. "We've set up in the Talboth district." He passed over a holographic business card. "It was a pleasure to meet you."

With that, the meeting was over.

It's so good to see human chocolate is here. Palmer took the card and set it down on the table after examining it. Nice to meet ya. Stay safe.