Zhelir awoke to the alarm in the shuttle cockpit blaring in his ears. His hands were only halfway to the controls when he realised it was the colony itself that'd triggered the alarm. With a yawn, he sat upright in the cockpit and took the shuttle from autopilot, guiding it gently into Hanger Bay 6. Up on the ledge above the docking area, he could see Rick and Tersan waiting. He promptly made his way to the rear of the cockpit, pulling up the hood of his cloak, to conceal his face.
He stepped out of the shuttle and onto the pad, before movign up to the balcony, his steps swift, but not appearing to be rushed. He approached the two, who had still not yet turned from the balcony, and muttered, "So, ya came after all."
The comment was directed toward Tersan, who stiffened a bit, but replied in the same regal tone he'd used before, "Yes, sir. Given my contacts and the past few weeks, it seems my only option, at least for now, is to flee the colonies."
Zhelir chuckled, shaking his head from left to right. "Don't act so sad. You'll be much better off in }{G -- you'll see."
He pulled one of the Casulls from the depths of his cloak - the red one - and handed it to Rick. "Take it, and the two of ya hole up in the shuttle. I'll be back shortly."
Rick opened his mouth as though to protest, but simply nodded, and the two of them made a rapid descent to the landing area below. Once they were aboard the shuttle and the door had been closed, Zhelir turned and strode from the hanger bay. He was extraordinarily thankful his secretary had given him Belle's address before he went out. He doubted he would have time to find her by any others means; he might be concealed for the moment, but it wouldn't take long to connect the dots. An unmarked shuttle, two of Zhelir's past consorts, and a man trading places with the two in said shuttle, concealed by a cloak. He was damned lucky they weren't already on top of him.
"Ah well..." he breathed, moving swiftly down the streets, checking the piece of paper in his hand every now and then, "Stealth's never really been my strong point..."
A few streets later, he arrived at the front door of the building Belle resided in. He gave two sharp knocks, praying she was home.
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