OstrichFromJoust
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- Joined
- Apr 29, 2014
"Of course, thank you for the excuse to get an actual lunch," he said with a chuckle, getting up and leading them back to the C-Sec door. Vexus felt bad that they had to get right back to it, him right back to work, her back to the docks to wait and worry. He admired it though, she seemed to be staying strong through all the crap she was getting, keeping up hope that her parents were going to arrive. Experience and knowing how this galaxy was made him think otherwise, but her hope picked him up, made him maybe think the galaxy could give them a break, just this once.
They went back through the corridor, back to the station. He checked the ID back into the terminal and led them through the door, and the loud noise and cramped space of the docks greeted them with open arms. A co-worked happened to see him and wave him over hurriedly, it seemed there was some sort of issue they needed him for. "Gah, back to the grind I suppose. I'll see you later," he said, hope in his voice that they could hang out again. With a smile and wave, he walked quickly back to the security desk.
The next day marked some sort of event the Council was supposed to appear at. With everything going on, they wanted a boost to morale, to keep up appearances that everything was running as usual, and so it pressed on even as the galaxy around them was falling apart. Security was a big issue, so Vexus was dragged from his spot at the docks to assist with the logistics of the security detail for the council. His mind was elsewhere though, missing his spot at the desk, mainly a certain person stopping by to brighten his day. He surprised himself, he'd only seen her twice now, yet she was stuck in his head. An incident made him snap out of it and pay heed to his job, though it was unimportant, some fanatic of one of the council members just tried to rush the stage. Gotta love the crazies.
Things back to "normal," Vexus found himself back at the desk. His feelings were again conflicted at the fact that there were even less shuttles coming in. Fewer people to add to the chaos of the docks, but something was keeping them from coming here, good or bad. He typed at the virtual terminal, running a check on some refugees before he passed them on for a final approval into the Citadel. Moving his head up to stretch his neck, fringe hitting his back, his gaze caught a familiar blonde head moving to the desk. He smiled, mandibles coming in a bit as it faded, seeing her face. It wasn't hard to see she was distraught. "Hey, Tamsin. Yeah, the Council had a thing, apparently I'm good enough that they needed my help," he said with a cautious chuckle, some concern growing in his face. "Still waiting, I see. How are you doing?"
They went back through the corridor, back to the station. He checked the ID back into the terminal and led them through the door, and the loud noise and cramped space of the docks greeted them with open arms. A co-worked happened to see him and wave him over hurriedly, it seemed there was some sort of issue they needed him for. "Gah, back to the grind I suppose. I'll see you later," he said, hope in his voice that they could hang out again. With a smile and wave, he walked quickly back to the security desk.
The next day marked some sort of event the Council was supposed to appear at. With everything going on, they wanted a boost to morale, to keep up appearances that everything was running as usual, and so it pressed on even as the galaxy around them was falling apart. Security was a big issue, so Vexus was dragged from his spot at the docks to assist with the logistics of the security detail for the council. His mind was elsewhere though, missing his spot at the desk, mainly a certain person stopping by to brighten his day. He surprised himself, he'd only seen her twice now, yet she was stuck in his head. An incident made him snap out of it and pay heed to his job, though it was unimportant, some fanatic of one of the council members just tried to rush the stage. Gotta love the crazies.
Things back to "normal," Vexus found himself back at the desk. His feelings were again conflicted at the fact that there were even less shuttles coming in. Fewer people to add to the chaos of the docks, but something was keeping them from coming here, good or bad. He typed at the virtual terminal, running a check on some refugees before he passed them on for a final approval into the Citadel. Moving his head up to stretch his neck, fringe hitting his back, his gaze caught a familiar blonde head moving to the desk. He smiled, mandibles coming in a bit as it faded, seeing her face. It wasn't hard to see she was distraught. "Hey, Tamsin. Yeah, the Council had a thing, apparently I'm good enough that they needed my help," he said with a cautious chuckle, some concern growing in his face. "Still waiting, I see. How are you doing?"