Tai tossed the holoprojector on the desk with a sigh of exasperation and with enough force that he secretly hoped it would crack the lens. Unfazed, it continued to display the list of his personal assets. Lights blinked in seven different systems and three regions of New Eden, all requiring relocation to Syndicate.
“You know, this would be easier if we had a freighter,” Sho quipped from the shadows of the office. Tai quickly shot him a look that would make a slaver hound quiver and returned his attention to the blue-green display. After a few minutes of silence between the brothers Tai rose from the desk without saying a word and retrieved two tumblers from the auto-attendant. Handing one to Sho as he returned to the chair, he briefly marveled at the machine’s ability to concoct a liqueur created tens of thousands of years ago on their ancestral homeworld.
“How long do you think it’s going to take us to move all of this?” he finally asked. “Three days at least” was his brother’s reply. “And all of your assets are already moved?” “Yes, as of about 02:00 yesterday, all of my ships are in Empire”, answered Sho.
A few more minutes passed. The holoprojector continued to display Tai’s assets, ignorant of the implications. The subspace comm broke the silence with a soft tone. Tai checked it, and for the first time turned to look directly at his brother. “They’re wondering when I’ll be there.” Sho gazed into the murky brown depths of his “scotch”. “Black-Mark Alliance…” he muttered. After a few more moments he returned his brother’s gaze. “Do you have any regrets?” he asked. The question hung in the air, pregnant with implications.