Posted by Civilian Kenzo B’tren-Hyrushi (Governor) in Governor’s Home - TMODJ (PRISM)

Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Governor’s Home - TMODJ (PRISM)

Posted by Civilian Kenzo B’tren-Hyrushi (Governor) in Governor’s Home - TMODJ (PRISM)
Hyrushi stood looking out over the rooftop garden that made up part of his sanctuary. Not many at all knew that the Governor rarely stayed in the so-called ‘Gubernatorial Mansion’, the large estate set aside for those holding the colony’s highest office. Rather, upon his arrival Kenzo had procured the uppermost penthouse in the city’s highest residential building which actually spanned two rooftops of connected buildings.

As he stood looking out over the city, he couldn’t help but wonder how… why… when the occurances of the past few hours would boil over into the public eye. He shook his head. That was a future problem. Now… now he had a friend… and a partner… to help.

Hyrushi, Governor

Her slider came to a stop and Eela treaded the familiar path inside and up the long lift to the top floors. Her guards stayed close, as if they weren’t entirely sure their charge would comply. A tiny part of her was amused at the unpredictability they expected. At least some things about her stood true these days.

Kenzo’s guards let her in and she sensed his presence outside. She came to stand near him, her emotions flat. There was no pain, no feelings of shock, no despair or dismay. Nothing. “Well, you called it.” That lunch they had had before the Vren arrived, when he had commented that if something would happen, it would happen in the first couple days of their arrival. He nailed it.

~Eela

Kenzo didn’t move, but a sense of care and support washed over her. “I am truly sorry, Eela. I know he was becoming quite important to you. And for what it is worth, I appreciated how happy he made you feel.” Only then did he turn and look directly at her. He set his hands gently on her shoulders. “Come and sit. And you can tell me why the Lieutenant Governor is showing up and harassing bookstore employees.”

Hyrushi, Gov

“Karilan called you,” she said. A statement, not a question. Was she miffed? No. Eela supposed she should have expected something like that. And strangely, whereas touch usually buoyed her, it did nothing right now. It hadn’t with Karilan in the shop and it didn’t here with Kenzo. Eela didn’t ponder that for long before she moved to sit on one the chaises. The one she idly thought of as her chaise, given every time she came here, she ended up sitting or lying on this one.

She crossed her legs, boots and all and looked out at the view, and not at Kenzo. Her thoughts were not the jumble she expected and more like vapour she was trying to catch in her hands. “Dash was a complicated person- more so than he seemed on the surface. There are things that only a select few people know, that I know.” His juvenile record was sealed, though she supposed that wouldn’t stop some people once the inevitable investigation began. “This last week he’s been… tense at times. It was easy to brush it off as stress, and the Vren, and getting settled here on Oed. But it was more than that, and so I asked him about it last night and he said he would tell me tomorrow when we planned to have lunch together. He just wanted to enjoy our evening, and so I let it go. Whatever it is has been haunting him, but he’s too well practiced to let it show in public, to let people other than those who know him well sense it. But I knew. And this feeling from him started ever since someone from his past showed up. But it could be simply coincidence. Or it could be everything. That old friend of his knows what I know, maybe more. I just can’t shake the feeling that there is a clue right in front of me.” Finally, Eela turned her head towards Kenzo. “But I have to figure it out. I know what you will say, but there are too many things lately to be simply coincidence. And you weren’t there when Ren called me. You didn’t see the absolutely devastated look in Jeanette’s eyes, even though she didn’t know yet that he was gone. I won’t let this destroy Oed or derail any of the work with the Vren. Maybe it’s too late. Maybe it was too late the moment the police were called to the scene, but I’ll be damned if I sit around and wait for everything to implode around me.” All this delivered matter-of-factly. Normally there would be anger under the surface of her voice and emotions. Not this time. Curious.

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.