A Stinger yacht painted in alternating shades of red, green, and gold made its approach to the city of Theed, passing through clouds and sunlight that glinted off the hull. The transponder code didn't originate from Sith and the approach was along approved skylanes so the increased patrols of N-1 fighters paid little mind to it. The vessel slowed and its wing and engine pod turned and folded into landing position, dropping into an open-topped hangar complex that had been paid for in advance.
A young man, smartly dressed in business-casual attire, swiftly exited the craft atop an FC-20 speeder bike and joined the lines of traffic, fingers tight againt the controls. Behind his riding helmet his features were tight and dagger-eyed, trying to keep things under control for the time being. After Eiattu he'd seen the reports that Emryc had in fact survived the crash, but relief was cut through by the simple revelation that the half-Sephi's arm had been badly broken in the process.
Morgan tried very hard not to turn too quickly or outpace other vehicles too much so as not to draw attention. Technically he was working, though it was a personal thing rather than order that'd been handed down. He and Emryc had already had to move meeting up on Eriadu until after the invasion of Eiattu since Morgan had been called to war. It was rare enough for him to be summoned to take part in direct action as is, but the timing was terrible. Waiting for Emryc to visit afterwards had been the original plan but seeing him laying in a hospital bed changed things.
His speeder was parked inside a garage connected to the Theed hospital complex and he ran fingers through his hair, trying to set his expression to something more reasonably upset and professional rather than ready to plant the first person who pushed the wrong buttons through the nearest wall. Polished black ankle boots carried him into the hospital and briefly to the front desk. Morgan received a visitor badge after showing a series of credentials and a charming smile beneath the glimmer of bright blue eyes.
Before long he made his way to the recovery suite Emryc was in, something about his face keeping people from speaking to him overmuch on the way. Morgan presented his pass and badge to the security officer standing guard to get through and stepped inside, the door closing shut behind him.
There Emryc was, laying in the hospital bed with a cast-covered left arm and a bowl of something resembling mac n cheese. Morgan stared at him for several silent seconds before he slowly made his way over and sat himself in a bedside chair, expression tense but neutral. His hands were clenched in his lap with lips tightly pursed, not looking directly at Emryc.
Without warning tears dripped from the corners of his eyes and down his face, falling down atop the fists his fingers had made, every ounce of professionalism instantly gone from his face. The emotions that had built up and been burned since Eiattu until now all came out, though he did manage to stop from openly sobbing about it. Shooting him down so someone else didn't mess it up was one thing, but hurting him by accident was very different.
"I'm sorry."
A young man, smartly dressed in business-casual attire, swiftly exited the craft atop an FC-20 speeder bike and joined the lines of traffic, fingers tight againt the controls. Behind his riding helmet his features were tight and dagger-eyed, trying to keep things under control for the time being. After Eiattu he'd seen the reports that Emryc had in fact survived the crash, but relief was cut through by the simple revelation that the half-Sephi's arm had been badly broken in the process.
Morgan tried very hard not to turn too quickly or outpace other vehicles too much so as not to draw attention. Technically he was working, though it was a personal thing rather than order that'd been handed down. He and Emryc had already had to move meeting up on Eriadu until after the invasion of Eiattu since Morgan had been called to war. It was rare enough for him to be summoned to take part in direct action as is, but the timing was terrible. Waiting for Emryc to visit afterwards had been the original plan but seeing him laying in a hospital bed changed things.
His speeder was parked inside a garage connected to the Theed hospital complex and he ran fingers through his hair, trying to set his expression to something more reasonably upset and professional rather than ready to plant the first person who pushed the wrong buttons through the nearest wall. Polished black ankle boots carried him into the hospital and briefly to the front desk. Morgan received a visitor badge after showing a series of credentials and a charming smile beneath the glimmer of bright blue eyes.
Before long he made his way to the recovery suite Emryc was in, something about his face keeping people from speaking to him overmuch on the way. Morgan presented his pass and badge to the security officer standing guard to get through and stepped inside, the door closing shut behind him.
There Emryc was, laying in the hospital bed with a cast-covered left arm and a bowl of something resembling mac n cheese. Morgan stared at him for several silent seconds before he slowly made his way over and sat himself in a bedside chair, expression tense but neutral. His hands were clenched in his lap with lips tightly pursed, not looking directly at Emryc.
Without warning tears dripped from the corners of his eyes and down his face, falling down atop the fists his fingers had made, every ounce of professionalism instantly gone from his face. The emotions that had built up and been burned since Eiattu until now all came out, though he did manage to stop from openly sobbing about it. Shooting him down so someone else didn't mess it up was one thing, but hurting him by accident was very different.
"I'm sorry."
@Sreeya
