tutoraeternum:
Shit, he thought. Shit, shit, shit. He fumbled around, trying to find what he’d forgotten. He didn’t exactly have pockets, so he’d had to get creative with his cloak, sewing pockets into them. Erik dug around in each small pocket, and sighed in relief when he found the badge.
It was an official Nova Corps ID badge, albeit highly battered. A hologram popped up and included his name, station, and the name of his superior.
“It may not seem like it, but I work here. Sort of. Not here, but I’m employed by here. …Elsewhere.”
❛ scanning. ❜ without need for lasers, and in a minute or two she was done, and gestured with a hand that he could put the battered identification away. she turned back to what she was doing, fingers tapping at a screen, updating it, the core, the servers. bringing herself back around to face him, her face displayed little emotion.
❛ your logic makes zero sense, erik. regardless, state your reason for being here. ❜

















