First Secretary Aitas - False Foxes

[Aitas]

((Three Stripes - Amity Outpost))

Aitas was tired. It wasn’t obvious in her perfectly sharp posture, the way she turned her drink in her hand, watching both the glint of light from it and the misshapen reflections of the rest of the bar. 

There was still so much to work out with the Zumardi, and the UAW, and she was glad to have at least a few minutes without anyone asking her about that topic.

And given how full the bar was, she wasn’t the only one looking for respite. She slid over her jacket as someone slipped onto the stool beside her, then gave Zakrem a brief smile.

Aitas: I can’t say I’ve seen you here before. Do you have a favorite cocktail?

Zakrem: Response

Aitas: I’m partial to a Horga’hn Hammer, myself, but everything I’ve tried thus far has been good.

She waved a hand, indicating the variety of symmetrical and brightly colored drinks scattered across the bar and various tables.

Zakrem: Response

Aitas: Fureri is off keeping an eye on my son. He’s only eight. 

She didn’t need to say that the bot had been a gift; that much was easily determined by her possession of it. Nor just how much weight that gift held. Zakrem could guess that much. 

The Eccia had guarded their bots closely, back in the day.

Zakrem: Response


Tag/TBC

First Secretary Aitas

Federation Diplomatic Corps

Amity Outpost

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