January 23rd, OE 102
L4 Colony
16:05 Relative Time
Farron and Co had arrived on L4 not but an hour ago, having come this way to meet with one of the branch companies of the Longinus Family. Though he wanted to get to discovering the betrayers and recovering the missing cargo, he couldn’t completely ignore the business that needed to be done either, and since the passing of his parents, Farron had become the head of the largest trading conglomerate of the entire earth sphere. He and his crew had checked in at “La Lux de Luxuria,” the highest-rated and most expensive hotel in the colony, having the penthouse suite to the lot of them.
It was coincidental that one of Farron’s uncles was the director who managed the company that owned the hotel, but perhaps for he who had wealth beyond imagination, it was the bare minimum standard of living that was ‘suitable’ for him.
But all in all it was stuffy to him. The formalities and rigidness of the business world were suffocating to him, but alas it was his duty and role.
Vella and Kara decided to spend the rest of the day at the hotel; likely indulging themselves in the various spas and food services the hotel had to offer. They honestly deserved it, as the Valstork lacked such luxuries within it. It was primarily a trading vessel after all, despite all the weapons and systems built-in.
Farron, however, had more important matters to attend to. His meeting was scheduled in a couple of hours, so he left early to head to the venue. He was dressed in a well-fitted suit, with black slacks and jacket, white shirt, and red tie. He looked prim and proper, but somewhat ‘normal’. Alongside him was a ‘girl’ dressed in a similar manner.
Z1, the sentient android Farron had found in the asteroid facility, now acted as his secretary and assistant, her inhuman processing speed naught but a great aid to the business Farron was required to do. She was dressed in a similar manner, with a white shirt, black jacket, and pencil skirt. She wore black heels that raised her up to Farron’s height, and she walked with a graceful stride.
Frankly the two were probably like giants to those around them, standing far taller than the average person did. It was both amazing, yet slightly intimidating, the two giants dressed in suits either exotic businesspeople, or mobsters.
Either way it was of little importance to Farron, he was just happy to finally be able to relax a bit and go at his own pace, for what little time we have. He found his way into a park and found an empty bench to sit on, spreading his arms out on the bench and relaxing back into the seat. Z1 stood at the side of the bench next to Farron.
“Reminder: The Business Meeting with Avaana Rolenza is scheduled for 18:30. At our normal walking speed of 5.0 kilometers an hour, it will take 20 minutes and 48 seconds from our current position.”
Z1 spoke in her slightly monotonous voice.
“So we have about two hours to kill?”
Farron replied.
“Correction: One hour, forty-nine minutes, and 12 seconds.”
“You don’t need to be so specific about it... “
Farron’s mood dropped.
“Statement: All I do is in the benefit of my Master.”
She replied with a blank look on her face.
“Right, Right…”
One of Farron’s pastimes was people-watching. He found it enjoyable to relax and watch other people go about their days, their lives. Friends having fun together, lovers being romantic, families playing together… It was probably about time for him to get married anyhow. Only a couple more years and he’d be thirty. He could probably do it at any time, his fiance-to-be was likely more than willing, but the whole fiasco with his parents’ death and the missing cargo have more or less but things on the backburner for now. Perhaps in a year or two he’d be ready to formalize things.
That said, there it was hard to resist when a beautiful woman caught his eye. He looked at the white-haired girl walking by and loosened his tie, before waving to her from his bench.
“Hey, might you be free for a moment?”
He asked in a friendly tone.
L4 Colony
16:05 Relative Time
Farron and Co had arrived on L4 not but an hour ago, having come this way to meet with one of the branch companies of the Longinus Family. Though he wanted to get to discovering the betrayers and recovering the missing cargo, he couldn’t completely ignore the business that needed to be done either, and since the passing of his parents, Farron had become the head of the largest trading conglomerate of the entire earth sphere. He and his crew had checked in at “La Lux de Luxuria,” the highest-rated and most expensive hotel in the colony, having the penthouse suite to the lot of them.
It was coincidental that one of Farron’s uncles was the director who managed the company that owned the hotel, but perhaps for he who had wealth beyond imagination, it was the bare minimum standard of living that was ‘suitable’ for him.
But all in all it was stuffy to him. The formalities and rigidness of the business world were suffocating to him, but alas it was his duty and role.
Vella and Kara decided to spend the rest of the day at the hotel; likely indulging themselves in the various spas and food services the hotel had to offer. They honestly deserved it, as the Valstork lacked such luxuries within it. It was primarily a trading vessel after all, despite all the weapons and systems built-in.
Farron, however, had more important matters to attend to. His meeting was scheduled in a couple of hours, so he left early to head to the venue. He was dressed in a well-fitted suit, with black slacks and jacket, white shirt, and red tie. He looked prim and proper, but somewhat ‘normal’. Alongside him was a ‘girl’ dressed in a similar manner.
Z1, the sentient android Farron had found in the asteroid facility, now acted as his secretary and assistant, her inhuman processing speed naught but a great aid to the business Farron was required to do. She was dressed in a similar manner, with a white shirt, black jacket, and pencil skirt. She wore black heels that raised her up to Farron’s height, and she walked with a graceful stride.
Frankly the two were probably like giants to those around them, standing far taller than the average person did. It was both amazing, yet slightly intimidating, the two giants dressed in suits either exotic businesspeople, or mobsters.
Either way it was of little importance to Farron, he was just happy to finally be able to relax a bit and go at his own pace, for what little time we have. He found his way into a park and found an empty bench to sit on, spreading his arms out on the bench and relaxing back into the seat. Z1 stood at the side of the bench next to Farron.
“Reminder: The Business Meeting with Avaana Rolenza is scheduled for 18:30. At our normal walking speed of 5.0 kilometers an hour, it will take 20 minutes and 48 seconds from our current position.”
Z1 spoke in her slightly monotonous voice.
“So we have about two hours to kill?”
Farron replied.
“Correction: One hour, forty-nine minutes, and 12 seconds.”
“You don’t need to be so specific about it... “
Farron’s mood dropped.
“Statement: All I do is in the benefit of my Master.”
She replied with a blank look on her face.
“Right, Right…”
One of Farron’s pastimes was people-watching. He found it enjoyable to relax and watch other people go about their days, their lives. Friends having fun together, lovers being romantic, families playing together… It was probably about time for him to get married anyhow. Only a couple more years and he’d be thirty. He could probably do it at any time, his fiance-to-be was likely more than willing, but the whole fiasco with his parents’ death and the missing cargo have more or less but things on the backburner for now. Perhaps in a year or two he’d be ready to formalize things.
That said, there it was hard to resist when a beautiful woman caught his eye. He looked at the white-haired girl walking by and loosened his tie, before waving to her from his bench.
“Hey, might you be free for a moment?”
He asked in a friendly tone.
