
SPACEPORT, TELOS
15:23 local time
This had to be Roman's least exciting assignment in a long time. It was up and down as a squire, he was pretty much fodder for whatever the military rank and file demanded. But he had not done bad in recent weeks, getting the chance to support fellow Knights and maybe earn himself the recognition he would need to be knighted himself soon.
But his streak of luck had ended. He had been pulled for simple guard duty this time - bodyguard duty to be exact - and not even for a Knight or senior officer. No, for a crumby politician.
Roman did not follow much of galactic politics, let alone what went off on individual worlds. The guys running Vaynai had definitely screwed the place up, everywhere else was probably much the same. Granted, Imperial worlds did seem different to him. Ordered. He liked that, and believed in what it meant, but he had not spent time with Senators to know if they should even get the credit.
He pulled his overcloak close while he waited, his red plated armour glinting beneath. He could just imagine this guy now. Probably some seventy year old crusty with a cane and a fur robe, barking orders and sipping whisky. He had been to the threat briefings, but it was still hard to imagine such people could be enemy targets. They were so old.
He leant against a pillar by the docking bay and waited. Please let this be over quick.
@LouJoVi