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The suite of Councilman Quintus Sertorius on Shangri-la was one of the few Kobol-class luxury apartment suites that were privately owned. Virgon Star Lines had offered private suites for sale to offset the cost over-runs that the company incurred during construction of the resort liner. He and his wife had purchased their suite for their family shortly after it had been made available, a couple of years before the Shangri-la’s maiden voyage at the bargain price of 16 million cubits. Ownership of the suite for the life of the ship included all the amenities and extras.
The Sertorius family were members of Aerilon’s land owner aristocracy. Their wealth had lain in the vast land holdings in the Eastern Continent. Quintus Sertorius, a gentleman in his late sixties, had been a contributor to and political supporter of Benjamin Simmons when he had held the office of Governor. They had even contributed to the younger Robert Simmons’s candidacy for governor in the most recent election cycle on Aerilon in the hope that the Progressive Party would once again take government and reverse Federalist policies that had weaken the colony’s sovereignty.
The first few months after the attack had been hard on the Councilman and his wife, and like everyone else, they too had lost those closest to them. Their daughter was to have joined them for a short vacation. She had sent her luggage and personal items on to the Shangri-la’s next port of call and her room was now a reminder that if only the attack had occurred a few days later, their daughter might have been with them today. The room had been left unused until they invited Benjamin Simmons’ youngest daughter, Jilleen, to stay with them when ever she was aboard the Shangri-la for liberty.
Jilleen Simmons closed the door behind her after she had stepped into the four room suite. At the entryway on a decorative marble topped hall table was a note from Mrs Sertorius that let Jilleen know the couple had gone for a stroll in the park and were going to have dinner with some of their friends. She was invited to join them for dinner if she wished.
Mr and Mrs Sertorius had been so kind to her during the years since the exodus, and were almost like an uncle and aunt. While she very much appreciated the invitation Jilleen had other plans for the night. Instead she would go to her room to rest a bit and then get ready to go out again for the post-game party.
The Sertorius family were members of Aerilon’s land owner aristocracy. Their wealth had lain in the vast land holdings in the Eastern Continent. Quintus Sertorius, a gentleman in his late sixties, had been a contributor to and political supporter of Benjamin Simmons when he had held the office of Governor. They had even contributed to the younger Robert Simmons’s candidacy for governor in the most recent election cycle on Aerilon in the hope that the Progressive Party would once again take government and reverse Federalist policies that had weaken the colony’s sovereignty.
The first few months after the attack had been hard on the Councilman and his wife, and like everyone else, they too had lost those closest to them. Their daughter was to have joined them for a short vacation. She had sent her luggage and personal items on to the Shangri-la’s next port of call and her room was now a reminder that if only the attack had occurred a few days later, their daughter might have been with them today. The room had been left unused until they invited Benjamin Simmons’ youngest daughter, Jilleen, to stay with them when ever she was aboard the Shangri-la for liberty.
Jilleen Simmons closed the door behind her after she had stepped into the four room suite. At the entryway on a decorative marble topped hall table was a note from Mrs Sertorius that let Jilleen know the couple had gone for a stroll in the park and were going to have dinner with some of their friends. She was invited to join them for dinner if she wished.
Mr and Mrs Sertorius had been so kind to her during the years since the exodus, and were almost like an uncle and aunt. While she very much appreciated the invitation Jilleen had other plans for the night. Instead she would go to her room to rest a bit and then get ready to go out again for the post-game party.