<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MuD1Gx8.jpg)</div><strong>Jenika Xiaming (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313925.msg15194657#msg15194657)</strong><hr/><br/>Jenika went along unconcernedly with the disembarkment proceedings, the calm sort of practiced pack-up-and-go of someone used to soldiering life where one's whereabouts were subject to change at any given point in time.  The lack of concern, however, was not a lack of attention; she was never not minding their surroundings, whether simply assessing their surroundings, or lingering on security details, or observing the nature of the traffic, or trying to piece together an understanding of the unfamiliar-languages she was starting to see in the advertisements.<br/><br/>Once she'd gotten as comfy as she could manage in the shuttle, her attention remained half on the people with her, half on the world passing them by.<strong>"I did a bit of digging around after the job offer,"</strong>Jenika said at last, eyes still out the window.<strong>"The man who approached me was two steps removed from a company called Bordello Military Goods, the single-largest arms and armament producer in the entirety of the League.  My initial hopeful guess was that I -- we -- are simply going to be helping promote their products.  If what the rest of you say is true, though, I think we may be... helping promote <em>demand</em> for their products, instead."</strong>