Sasha Santhe
Majority Share Holder, Santhe Corporation
Sasha Santhe hadn’t been to Bastion in, well a very long time. She was here now to meet with [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]. The Primeval. They were a strange lot, but yet there was profits to be had.
The little Santhe Challenger roared past the customs inspection, and was welcomed. The ship moved with a grace through space and into the planets atmosphere. She was being directed now to a landing pad on the edge of a city. The planet had once been a secret, but even then it had been built up. It was a secret refuge for the Empire, the people her ancestors had once made many things for. It seemed fitting to be returning now. It was as if she’d always meant to be here.
The sleek black vessel dove down to the surface. Sensors and indeed Sasha’s own site and other senses, detected multiple layers of defenses. Bastion was, and most likely always will be, a fortress world.
Sasha landed on the pad and got out of the cockpits seat. Strolling past the bar and hot tub she lowered the landing gear and exited the fighter. There were people there to meet her. Sasha let a smile crack and donned the persona she found people most liked. “Hello,” she said with a slight air of awkwardness that the paparazzi loved so much, “Sasha Santhe here to see Miss Aj’Rou…”
A white smile followed with a quick fluttering of Sasha’s eyes. Okay so there wasn’t any camera’s, at least overtly, but still she had to play for her audience.
The little Santhe Challenger roared past the customs inspection, and was welcomed. The ship moved with a grace through space and into the planets atmosphere. She was being directed now to a landing pad on the edge of a city. The planet had once been a secret, but even then it had been built up. It was a secret refuge for the Empire, the people her ancestors had once made many things for. It seemed fitting to be returning now. It was as if she’d always meant to be here.
The sleek black vessel dove down to the surface. Sensors and indeed Sasha’s own site and other senses, detected multiple layers of defenses. Bastion was, and most likely always will be, a fortress world.
Sasha landed on the pad and got out of the cockpits seat. Strolling past the bar and hot tub she lowered the landing gear and exited the fighter. There were people there to meet her. Sasha let a smile crack and donned the persona she found people most liked. “Hello,” she said with a slight air of awkwardness that the paparazzi loved so much, “Sasha Santhe here to see Miss Aj’Rou…”
A white smile followed with a quick fluttering of Sasha’s eyes. Okay so there wasn’t any camera’s, at least overtly, but still she had to play for her audience.
