It was the first time Aeos had seen Digeris.
Standing by himself on the bridge of his freighter, Aeos watched the approach of the planet with growing stillness, his incessant pacing having died to a mix of the inner resolve and a deeper fear that froze his limbs in place. Sooner or later he knew he would disembark on the surface, and hopefully by then quashed his concerns with the knowledge that he had fully committed himself. After that, he could not dwell on regrets made from decisions in the moment; he would have to follow through, as best he could to achieve his objectives.
Were it not for the Admiral himself calling in a favor, Aeos would have rejected the request, even though he knew it was crucial to his ally. Soon after his departure, Providentius had forwarded him details on two main persons of interest; Nivious’s father, Caldonis Valephion, and the CEO of Armax Arsenal, Okelius Chronol.
The latter he knew, or at least the surname thereof. A basic search confirmed his suspicions; Okelius was related to the Iunius and Caelus, whom he had crossed path with a year earlier. Providentius, however, was primarily concerned with Caldonis’s medical condition, a neurodegenerative disease, Corpalis Syndrome, and some experimental treatments with funding that linked back to Armax. On the surface, it seemed incredibly charitable for a high end manufacturer to promote such funding, were it not for Nivious’s own condition. It was not difficult for either Providentius or Aeos to surmise a connection. It was reason enough for Aeos to go to work.
His thoughts, in the same pattern as when he first departed, drifted back to Xern, and the Modalius fleet that he had left him in the hands of. Xern was in good hands, he knew, but all the same he felt guilty for having left him so soon after they had reunited. And though he was loathe to admit it, he missed him already. He was aware that these thoughts distracted him, robbed him of his otherwise unwavering focus. It was a sacrifice that he now believed to be worth the cost; at this point he would prefer anything to returning back to the operating mentality that his role required of him.
To his mild surprise, Aeos obtained landing authorization with ease; being a representative of a fellow turian company expedited the process, and granted him a landing pad right near the Armax Arsenal headquarters. As his freighter passed through into the planet’s atmosphere, Aeos spied the outlines of typical turian architecture; tall, angular spires stood like a phalanx of pikes and glimmered with artificial light through the windows. He observed that he approached one of the tallest of these skyscrapers. His freighter shook in fits from turbulence as he passed through storm clouds and rain. When he finally felt his ship come to rest on the metal surface, Aeos let out a long exhale, and savored the last few moments in his seat. Soon after, however, he was out the hatch. He did not risk bringing one of his pistols in a shoulder holster; he was here to appear in good faith. Finesse was paramount.
As he approached the interior of the large tower, Aeos made a beeline to the entrance and passed through the doors.
