September 4, OE 102
The Bianceve, Space Noah class I, Shirogane
10:13 p.m.
Whilst the Bianceve was en route to the frontlines Switzerland, Dimidas sat at his private desk. Whilst the ship didn’t offer much in terms of comfort, at least it made up for it in utility. Papers with different files on individuals were spread across his desk, seems like he’s been doing some homework. He would sigh deeply as he ran his hands through his hair, even using his thumbs to massage his temples due to a long and stressful day of paperwork. It wasn’t his favorite, but it’s not exactly something he can ignore. Finding the right individuals to call upon was not an easy task, he needed to know if they were reliable or had the spirit for what he was about to ask them, let alone if they would be willing to listen.
”I suppose candidate 1 will have to suffice for now.” He would lower his hands down towards the holographic keys of his computer, quickly moving to access an encrypted call app on his desktop. He would then type down a number, but would hesitate to press the call button. What if they don’t accept? After all, he is working for the enemy. But honesty with a person such as this man would clearly get you far, so he resolved himself to tell the truth.
With the push a button, a call would be sent out. Sent to one James Steelheart.
The Bianceve, Space Noah class I, Shirogane
10:13 p.m.
Whilst the Bianceve was en route to the frontlines Switzerland, Dimidas sat at his private desk. Whilst the ship didn’t offer much in terms of comfort, at least it made up for it in utility. Papers with different files on individuals were spread across his desk, seems like he’s been doing some homework. He would sigh deeply as he ran his hands through his hair, even using his thumbs to massage his temples due to a long and stressful day of paperwork. It wasn’t his favorite, but it’s not exactly something he can ignore. Finding the right individuals to call upon was not an easy task, he needed to know if they were reliable or had the spirit for what he was about to ask them, let alone if they would be willing to listen.
”I suppose candidate 1 will have to suffice for now.” He would lower his hands down towards the holographic keys of his computer, quickly moving to access an encrypted call app on his desktop. He would then type down a number, but would hesitate to press the call button. What if they don’t accept? After all, he is working for the enemy. But honesty with a person such as this man would clearly get you far, so he resolved himself to tell the truth.
With the push a button, a call would be sent out. Sent to one James Steelheart.