Har'xa Escala, Fleet Admiral
Equipment: Uniform, Code Cylinders, Blaster Pistol
Location: Aboard a survey vessel, Polar Zone, Byss, Deep Core
Status: Annoyed, and disgusted with the amount of snowfall in the Polar Zone
Interacting with: Cynthia Alucard
It was with narrowed eyes that the noble stood before the viewport of the survey vessel he found himself on. Spread out before his gaze was a vista of immaculate white.
Resting lightly by his thigh, his right index finger twitched faintly, the only hint of annoyance that the older Escala allowed himself to indulge in. To the rest of the officers and crew that accompanied him, the tall male appeared to be his usual calm and stoic self.
With the limited vision caused by heavy snowfall, the vessel was reliant on its sensors to advance through the treacherous zone. Even then, as the weather continued to deteriorate, the accuracy of its sensors will be compromised. But the Epicanthix was not about to let the scouts and pilots assigned to the stations be stranded, especially not when the reports from his battlegroup confirmed that the conditions will only worsen in the next hour. There was also a very real risk that the remnants of the opposition would scatter to the winds if they were about to lose and attempt to overtake the stations to protect themselves from the blizzard.
Perhaps someone of his rank and stature could have left this job to one of his many aides, but considering he was also en route to the base camp located at the edge of the region, it did not make sense for him to expend twice the resources when he was perfectly fine with being slightly delayed by a few detours. Just two more stations, and then they can retreat from this thoroughly unpleasant wasteland.
As the vessel began to lift, the click of a new set of footsteps against the durasteel panels caught his hearing. Har’xa Escala turned to regard the officer standing before him. Unlike his youngest son, the Admiral was more severe in demeanour, and sparks of his rare humour hidden from all except those closest to him. He waited for a moment after the young woman own greetings before he returned it, his own salute precise. “Welcome aboard, Wing Commander Alucard. Please feel free to make use of what little amenities that is available on the vessel. We have two other stops before we journey back to Base Senth.”