[Video] [FLEETWIDE] [Encrypted from Atroma]

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion's face appears on the screen, scarred and faintly bemused, as he peers at the feed, then shifts something off to the side. Some sort of computing device. He shifts it again, and the screen changes, narrows, with a small bit of scripts running along the top. He sighs, shakes his head a little.]

I need someone who has the communications augment. This ... this is not secure enough. It is secure, but not secure absolutely. Which is what we require.

[He grumbles, and goes back to fiddling with wires.]

Comments

[Action]

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion himself makes sure that his blonde curls are bound back from his face and that he is wearing real clothes and not the smocks they have been provided. Beard trimmed, sober and caffienated, he flies over the shuttle over with a little bit of flair, and lands almost smugly.

...and of course she is looking at the shuttles and not his perfect landing. He smirks, and hops out of the seat, hobbling over to join her after he closes his own shuttle.]

Inspecting your domain, your Majesty?

[Action]

[valyrianstorm]

[She hears his shuttle land, at least, and she glances over her shoulder before returning to her curious inspections. Everything is so foreign - even down to the tiniest elements - and she lets her fingers pass over the hull of one shuttle in wonder. What sort of metal is this? How can it withstand flying through the stars?]

I know so little of this domain. That does not stand me in good stead to rule it.

[Finally she turns to greet him, smiling.]

You look well.

Re: [Action]

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion watched her as she took in the shuttle, knowing that her violet eyes were tracking far more than people would realize from this pale young woman.]

You will learn, and you will learn fast.

[Complete and utter confidence. She would grasp it all much faster than most.]

Thank you ... [a swirling bow, with a warm smile.] As do you, my Queen.