OE 102: January 5th, 12:21 PM
Tabuk, Saudi Arabia
Directory Air Base
An oppressive sun beat down on the Directory's main airport in Saudi Arabia - a modern marvel of sculpted glass and the latest technology, its beautiful towards stretching up into the sky towards the sun. Despite this, the people below - civilian and military alike - went about their business as usual. The locals were used to the heat, and the Directory's soldiers knew better than to complain.
And then... there was her.
Dressed in black and yellow, a thin, lanky woman paced hurriedly back and forth alongside a landing strip on the outskirts of the area - like a frantic wasp, wandering sporadically in and out of the shade of her attendant's umbrella. Pale-faced and dressed in dark semi-formal wear, her platinum blonde hair was done up in a practical ponytail, bobbing and weaving as the strutted purposefully. As she did, she fanned herself with a sheet of papers, constantly glancing up at the sky, and then back at her attendants, a pair of uniformed Directory soldiers who had barely moved an inch since their arrival.
Her name was Eliza Kruger, a researcher with the Dimensional Energy Institute and she was currently thinking about two things: What it would be like to die of Hheat stroke, and the impending arrivals... whose flight was currently over an hour behind schedule.
The Institute didn't often work directly with the military, but this was... A special case. Security concerns had been raised, and it fell to her to address them. As such, she'd reached out to the Directory, who were sending two of their members to oversee the project at hand, and to ensure its safe arrival in their hands. At the last moment, there had been some kind of personnel shakeup, and now what she was receiving was... She flicked open a personal terminal, its holographic surface flickering to life as she studied the profiles that had been sent over earlier that day.
Some kind of albino with half their profile redacted, and what appeared to be a mountain of a woman who barely fit in the frame of her profile picture, she noted. Wonderful, she thought, quietly. The Directory really was sending its best.
The roar of an aircraft engine interrupted her thoughts as the Tausendfuessler Class transport descended from the clouds, its bulk filling the sky, and casting a shadow over those below it. It coasted down, giving a slight jolt as it hit the concrete, and glided across the runway smoothly, air flickering about its four turbine engines as they began to cool.
Removing her hands from her ears, and peering out from behind her attendant, Eliza gave a relieved sigh, and began to walk towards the plane as boarding ramps were brought to its sides.
Finally! - She thought.
Tabuk, Saudi Arabia
Directory Air Base
An oppressive sun beat down on the Directory's main airport in Saudi Arabia - a modern marvel of sculpted glass and the latest technology, its beautiful towards stretching up into the sky towards the sun. Despite this, the people below - civilian and military alike - went about their business as usual. The locals were used to the heat, and the Directory's soldiers knew better than to complain.
And then... there was her.
Dressed in black and yellow, a thin, lanky woman paced hurriedly back and forth alongside a landing strip on the outskirts of the area - like a frantic wasp, wandering sporadically in and out of the shade of her attendant's umbrella. Pale-faced and dressed in dark semi-formal wear, her platinum blonde hair was done up in a practical ponytail, bobbing and weaving as the strutted purposefully. As she did, she fanned herself with a sheet of papers, constantly glancing up at the sky, and then back at her attendants, a pair of uniformed Directory soldiers who had barely moved an inch since their arrival.
Her name was Eliza Kruger, a researcher with the Dimensional Energy Institute and she was currently thinking about two things: What it would be like to die of Hheat stroke, and the impending arrivals... whose flight was currently over an hour behind schedule.
The Institute didn't often work directly with the military, but this was... A special case. Security concerns had been raised, and it fell to her to address them. As such, she'd reached out to the Directory, who were sending two of their members to oversee the project at hand, and to ensure its safe arrival in their hands. At the last moment, there had been some kind of personnel shakeup, and now what she was receiving was... She flicked open a personal terminal, its holographic surface flickering to life as she studied the profiles that had been sent over earlier that day.
Some kind of albino with half their profile redacted, and what appeared to be a mountain of a woman who barely fit in the frame of her profile picture, she noted. Wonderful, she thought, quietly. The Directory really was sending its best.
The roar of an aircraft engine interrupted her thoughts as the Tausendfuessler Class transport descended from the clouds, its bulk filling the sky, and casting a shadow over those below it. It coasted down, giving a slight jolt as it hit the concrete, and glided across the runway smoothly, air flickering about its four turbine engines as they began to cool.
Removing her hands from her ears, and peering out from behind her attendant, Eliza gave a relieved sigh, and began to walk towards the plane as boarding ramps were brought to its sides.
Finally! - She thought.