When Darya came into the room, Nadi’s eyes blazed in disbelief, but she said nothing, at least initially. After Darya asked her question, Nadi started to answer, “I just want some privacy. Why is that such a problem?”
Outside, the faint sound of an eezo engine reached the ears of Naomi and Menos first, causing them to straighten up, until they started to realize it must be distant, even though the directional of the sound was counter to the normal traffic pattern. The others in the living room heard it too, though it was mostly due to their ‘on guard’ status. A casual passer by likely wouldn’t have noticed the sound at all.
But inside Nadi’s room, it was very different for Darya and the salarian Secretary’s daughter. Both caught a motion out towards the open balcony, across the Presidium airspace. Perhaps forty meters away, a vehicle made a slow pass, in a non-threatening way, with its side towards the suite.
Darya took in the information quickly, with an alert mind poised for trouble. The vehicle was a jet bike, unusual in the Presidium and this one absolutely unique in appearance. It was a long, black, two-seater, very long, especially for a vehicle of its kind, perhaps double the length of even a large bike. Most of the extra length was taken up in the rear by its substantial single thruster and some sort of gear strapped onto its side. That gear, at a glance, looked like four circular mechanisms hung next to that long thruster, and a whole lot of attached cable. A large tail fin sprung from the back, with a rather large, detailed turian skull painted in white that attracted attention. The rest of the bike was hardly monotone black, as well, with what looked like odd, spray paint graffiti work on it, not signifying anything in particular, but clashing with bright red and green against the ebony surface. It was gang-like in a way, or punk, hard to describe as it didn’t fit any known exact patterns for that sort of thing. More haphazard, meant to evoke reactions. The pilot sat very forward, behind an elongated windscreen, leaned back in a tall seat like a chopper, with another, much smaller, empty passenger seat behind. Clothed head to toe in a riding suit that was also black (though with a reflective visor), Darya’s first thought was that the pilot was a human woman, then she noticed the helmet was elongated in the back, likely indicating an asari as the headgear made room for a crest.
As much as Darya was able to capture, the bike and rider were only in view for a second or two, wherein the rider glanced directly at the room, then sped upward and off, against the traffic pattern. Darya notice that despite the speed, the engine made little noise, and despite the illegal direction, there was no C-Sec unit that seemed to have taken notice, at least yet. One last point of note had nothing to do with the description of the bike and rider, but that Nadi watched the vehicle expectantly, and as it sped off, her expression changed. It was obvious that Nadi was filled with shock and grief.
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