Post by StaolDerg on Jan 27, 2021 2:53:48 GMT -5
Merritaun had been better.
At least, she'd remembered it to be at least a few years ago, but with the years mixing in between, it was rather hard to separate a century from a decade, let alone a few years. The smoke rising from the rooftops as the train pulled into the station was identical to the columns of ashy grey she recalled from her last visit here- a good seven years, she believed. Yalkiat pulled herself up to the car's corridor, the couple of army doctors with her filing up behind attentively in their beige uniforms, clean aprons firmly tied against their dress.
She pushed up the badge of Civil Commissariat emblazoned around her neck, the red and grey insignia scratched with years of service. The officer stepped off the train with a mask wrapped about her mouth- just in case. Her entourage followed suit, covering up with field caps as they trailed her path off the train.
Merritaun's Health Division had requested help weeks ago- thanks to the nightmare that was bureaucracy, it'd only ended up on the Northeastern TAKPOE Commissariat's desk yesterday. Yalkiat herself had been called to duty only hours ago through a very congested telegram network, using her office's powers to immediately draft a task force together and jump on the first train to the port city. Her office, normally consigned to duties of starving villagers and wver-infuriating crime families intercepting convoys, now was saddled with the issue of an ill population. What the ailment was and the response to it was up to her and the doctors she had brought.
The inselni grimaced at the sight of the station. Looking about, she sought to find the medical officer that her orders had promised.
At least, she'd remembered it to be at least a few years ago, but with the years mixing in between, it was rather hard to separate a century from a decade, let alone a few years. The smoke rising from the rooftops as the train pulled into the station was identical to the columns of ashy grey she recalled from her last visit here- a good seven years, she believed. Yalkiat pulled herself up to the car's corridor, the couple of army doctors with her filing up behind attentively in their beige uniforms, clean aprons firmly tied against their dress.
She pushed up the badge of Civil Commissariat emblazoned around her neck, the red and grey insignia scratched with years of service. The officer stepped off the train with a mask wrapped about her mouth- just in case. Her entourage followed suit, covering up with field caps as they trailed her path off the train.
Merritaun's Health Division had requested help weeks ago- thanks to the nightmare that was bureaucracy, it'd only ended up on the Northeastern TAKPOE Commissariat's desk yesterday. Yalkiat herself had been called to duty only hours ago through a very congested telegram network, using her office's powers to immediately draft a task force together and jump on the first train to the port city. Her office, normally consigned to duties of starving villagers and wver-infuriating crime families intercepting convoys, now was saddled with the issue of an ill population. What the ailment was and the response to it was up to her and the doctors she had brought.
The inselni grimaced at the sight of the station. Looking about, she sought to find the medical officer that her orders had promised.