Post by Ryz Skagan on Jun 15, 2012 23:07:08 GMT -5
Bright yet soothingly the lights of the Citadel shone as they always had, as if a place where the concept of sleep was a thing rarely grasped by its many residents. This morning was the same like any other, and possibly identical to many more to come. Slowly yet steadily many bodies began populating the Presidium after being practically deserted for those few serene hours. For many this morning marked the start of a busy day, as usual. Indicating that for many the day would be much longer than their nights, as usual. However for one particular individual of keen wit this day would not be quite as routine as he had initially expected.
For Ryz Skagan, detective extraordinaire, this morning had been the same as the day before and that one before that. Same route, same people, same elevator ride, no hassle in the slightest just as he liked it. This allowed him to have a clear mind before the events of the day occupied it, in a sense it was his morning coffee. Dressed in his usual stylish the salarian slid along the morning rush, following the route that had been programmed in his mind by routine, up to the office complexes. After the seemingly endless elevator ride he arrived on his floor, the hallways already teeming with people passing through. Casually strolling along the masses eventually making his way to what could best be described as a passageway leading to a small corridor. While slightly separated from the busy hallway that lay behind it seemed as if the sounds that resounded from beyond were so much less audible, as if sound was dampened or the location were much more remote then it actually was.
While the corridor portrayed a sense of cleanliness due to its empty nature it made one’s attention fall directly to the doorway ahead. At the far end of the chilly gray corridor stood a single sleek metal door, with in its middle a square shaped hologram tinted in a red color, indicating that the door’s lock has been tightly locked. At the right of the door stood a small hip-high pedestal with at the top a small circular pad. As he neared the pedestal, on the top, emerged a little green colored hologram of a virtual intelligence. The small figurine which had taken on the shape of a salarian followed Ryz with its eyes as he approached, speaking to him from a distance: ”ID recognized, welcome Mr. Skagan.”
As a subtle beep filled the corridor, indicating the signal for his free passage, the hologram on the door shifted into a pleasant green color, opening as Ryz gently strolled through. Immediately the lights in his relatively spacious gradually lit themselves, illuminating the various tasteful frames portraying soothing landscapes. As the stylish salarian moved past the pair of leather sofas he moved behind his desk, in his comfortable chair, the blinds on the window (covering the entire wall) behind him gradually opening displaying a breathtaking vista of the Presidium and its scenic magnificence. While the personal terminal on his mammoth sized marble desk booted up Ryz leaned back and uttered that one single word which meant his day of business had begun.
”Appointments?”
For Ryz Skagan, detective extraordinaire, this morning had been the same as the day before and that one before that. Same route, same people, same elevator ride, no hassle in the slightest just as he liked it. This allowed him to have a clear mind before the events of the day occupied it, in a sense it was his morning coffee. Dressed in his usual stylish the salarian slid along the morning rush, following the route that had been programmed in his mind by routine, up to the office complexes. After the seemingly endless elevator ride he arrived on his floor, the hallways already teeming with people passing through. Casually strolling along the masses eventually making his way to what could best be described as a passageway leading to a small corridor. While slightly separated from the busy hallway that lay behind it seemed as if the sounds that resounded from beyond were so much less audible, as if sound was dampened or the location were much more remote then it actually was.
While the corridor portrayed a sense of cleanliness due to its empty nature it made one’s attention fall directly to the doorway ahead. At the far end of the chilly gray corridor stood a single sleek metal door, with in its middle a square shaped hologram tinted in a red color, indicating that the door’s lock has been tightly locked. At the right of the door stood a small hip-high pedestal with at the top a small circular pad. As he neared the pedestal, on the top, emerged a little green colored hologram of a virtual intelligence. The small figurine which had taken on the shape of a salarian followed Ryz with its eyes as he approached, speaking to him from a distance: ”ID recognized, welcome Mr. Skagan.”
As a subtle beep filled the corridor, indicating the signal for his free passage, the hologram on the door shifted into a pleasant green color, opening as Ryz gently strolled through. Immediately the lights in his relatively spacious gradually lit themselves, illuminating the various tasteful frames portraying soothing landscapes. As the stylish salarian moved past the pair of leather sofas he moved behind his desk, in his comfortable chair, the blinds on the window (covering the entire wall) behind him gradually opening displaying a breathtaking vista of the Presidium and its scenic magnificence. While the personal terminal on his mammoth sized marble desk booted up Ryz leaned back and uttered that one single word which meant his day of business had begun.
”Appointments?”