“Sir you need me on this one,” Toli said as Kreelin turned from his office monitor to the databoard Vinmil had given him. Toli was right, he needed everyone on this one, but he needed the Starhawk as well.
“Toli, I need you more where you are. I know I don’t tell you this enough but you are the best at what you do and we both know that we need the Starhawk in top shape if this case gets out of hand. Vinmil approved all your requisitions, so do your best and keep me apprised.”
“Yes Sir,” Toli looked as if he was going to say something else and then waved to someone off-screen and moved out of the way for Raina.
“Raina, gather up Harvey and Heevii and meet me at Genvitan within the unit, they are expecting us,” Kreelin sighed and his eye shifted to an ambivalent kaleidoscope of pale hues.
“Will do boss,” Raina reached out to end the comlink but a smirk filled her face. “Kreelin, it’s good to be back in the game again, we’ve been away from it too long.”
Kreelin shook his head. “I want to hear you say that once you’ve made some headway at the scene and just so we are all clear, we’ve been given a second chance, let’s not blow it.”
Raina stood up straight, crossed her arms and looked at something off-screen. “I don’t think there is any possibility of anyone forgetting that point Sir,” She reached out and stabbed at a console to her left. “We’ll be leaving shortly.”
“Understood, Kreelin out,” He reached out, cut the signal and leaned back in his chair, his thoughts a haze of frustration and excitement. Kreelin grabbed a satchel and deposited the databoards he needed into them, hurried down the crowded corridor and out of the StelCom building.
In short order, the company shuttle tram lifted off from the north landing field and into the bright Union City midday with Kreelin sitting at a large passenger window. As the transport flew gracefully over the ground traffic and past many of the ancient buildings, the immense Statues of Justice filled his view. Their alabaster stone caught the golden rays of the sun, which seemed only to heighten their already grand presence. They had been built over seven hundred years ago, grand sentinels that stood before the Halls of Justice, echoing the celebrated ideals of the Alliance. Unlike the Alliance, they still stood tall, proud and magnificent; awing all that entered the plaza they dominated. As Kreelin passed over the towering figures that looked skyward, he felt that perhaps their outstretched hands and arms were not seeking to give justice to the galaxy as the builders had intended. Rather they were in search of something elusive or lost and forever out of reach.
Kreelin could not help but feel the same way. Justice could be a harsh mistress. Justice had let Averaus Dorrn go free for all his evils because of trumped-up technicalities. Evil had won that day. But that was the past and he prayed that this time things would be different.
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