C-216: Zarg’s World Highport, ViC Zhenbar’s Office
“Very well, follow the Red Line to sub-level F.”
The Warden scans Oliver’s tag, notes his weapon and accompanying authorisation and allows him through the door, where various coloured lines are painted on the floor.
The red one leads him to an elevator, where he can tag in, press ‘F’ and pick up the line on the next floor.
Like most of the facility he’s seen so far, this area is fairly spartan, though this level has a few artworks dotted along the walls.
At the end of the red line, another Vizant at a work terminal checks his tag and says he can go right in.
Minor Vizier in Charge Sophia Zhenbar is a compact woman with a diverse genetic heritage. Skin like an old vinyl couch and dark eyes presiding over thick lips and pert nose, a long silver braid of hair down to her waist tied with a purple ribbon, she’s wearing a purple Vizierate robe. She’d be at least 25 kCy, but was possibly born alongside some of the younger stars that now form the galaxy.
She has made some effort to make her office comfortable, with a few artworks, a warm paint job and some form of subtle scent in the air, but it retains aspects of the general starkness prevalent here. She spins her chair around from a work terminal set side-on to the door and gestures for Oliver to take a seat in a comfortable visitor’s chair.
“Vizant Starr. What can I do for you?”
Oliver sits down. “Viizier Zhenbar. Thank you for seeing me. I’m after a fugitive, this fugitive has recently crossed the border into Seperatist Space. I want to follow him but I’m afraid-” he waggles his ID card. “This will get me into some trouble. I’m wondering if my status can be covered up to make myself appear civilian, or, failing that, if you can fire me.”