Stepping into the cafe, Page did not even take off his rain-drenched coat before ordering his mug of tea and taking a seat by himself. With a frown on his face, he appeared deep in thought.
Initially headed out to there to escort a couple of survey vessels, Page kept his Paladin in orbit of Sprague to keep civilians away from the area and to keep an eye on the suspicious 'friendly' vessel still there.
He'd already heard a bit about the explosion on the surface, as well as picked up the local news report (and its redaction). He'd even heard from a passing transport of IC's measures regarding the O-3 system.
He'd only been a young boy when the planet was last of any real interest of this sort, with the destruction of the docking ring and rumours from the Freeport of a blast at an old dig-site. This time, the explosion had been much larger, and from what he'd witnessed in space, even stranger too.
Along with the strange message from Aurora recently, events seemed to be getting quite peculiar in Page's corner of Sirius...
