Traveller Vignette 050

Count Thuring sat at a grav-desk, an inch-thick slab of black glass floating on suspensors. It was typical of the man, I thought – an ostentatious off-world product bought more for show than for efficiency.

He put his hand flat on the glass surface, and the desk beeped once as it recognised his palmprint and unlocked. A touch sensitive keyboard appeared on the surface, and he used quick strokes of his index finger to open documents. “Take a look at this” he said. The entire opposite wall became a monitor screen, and I didn't like what it was showing....


(Author's note - This is intended as colour text, while Count Thuring could work as a patron or briefing officer for all sorts of missions)

Comments

Popular posts from this blog