06-05-2008, 10:41 PM
Saxon looks impassively ahead. A moment passes. "No," she says finally. "I don't want to look at his face until the state funeral." She turns and picks up a radio. "Nimbus. Requesting immediate transport. Saxon. Presidential authorisation zero-one-niner-Foxtrot-Charlie-Tango." A crackly tone of assent comes through. Saxon faces Heikier.
"The - my - people need me, Minister. The sight of a fully-operational Nimbus descending upon the city in their hour of need will raise their spirits. I may need Jageran and Pagemaster backing, however. Inspirational as I am," she says, letting out a small, bitter laugh, "I doubt the public will take every word as gospel truth."
"The - my - people need me, Minister. The sight of a fully-operational Nimbus descending upon the city in their hour of need will raise their spirits. I may need Jageran and Pagemaster backing, however. Inspirational as I am," she says, letting out a small, bitter laugh, "I doubt the public will take every word as gospel truth."