OOC: Akiri Hewkii has been temporarily transferred into my charge while Lloyd is away for life reasons.
IC: Akiri Hewkii, Po-Wahi
The crunch of sand, gritty, ironically soft, warm like butter. Every time Hewkii lifted his foot a tiny cascade of sparkling tan rippled from between his two big matoran toes back down to floor of his office. It was comforting to have the desert so close. With all of Po-Koro’s rapid growth it was sometimes hard to remember beneath the stone buildings and cobble roads of progress lay the sand.
His eyes, blue as the coast of Po-Wahi, surveyed his domed office with a sense of seclusion. The door was a semi-circular portal of banded wood and metal, beautifully designed by the artisans of the city he ruled. A glass window looked out on a cobble courtyard where his office sat on the first of a two-story traditional dwelling. Beyond opening of the canyon, stretching out below the porticos and multi-storied dwellings of Po-Koro. If Hewkii looked at just the right angle he could see the construction of a new kohlii stadium, and beyond that the wall separating civilization from desert. What was so startling about the view was the prolific greenery: every rooftop had a garden, a bounty of wells and aqueducts filling Po-Koro with water. Getting the life-giving liquid into the city had been one of Hewkii's main concerns upon assuming the title of akiri. Po-Koro would be self-sufficient, he had said, for the good of her citizens. Now she was and the merchants, farmers, and artisans who slept within her walls could sleep knowing all their needs would be met when they woke. It inspired a sense of cohesion, and with the basics of survival no longer at the forefront of the minds of Po-Koro's men and women they were free to pursue their true artistic talents of carving. From his window Hewkii could see the remarkable stonework blossoming throughout the small valley. Something new seemed to appear almost every day. He look back at his office.
On his desk lay the reports from the farthest reaches of Po-Wahi. Ostia, a northern port city known for its white buildings with navy blue tiled roofs and a bustling harbor, had received the new supplies for its military garrison, with the crossbows having found quick and easy implementation within the Corps. Following the train of paranoia regarding regional defense Hewkii examined the report from Forsi, his southern outpost near the cusp of Naho Bay. The thought of a few veteran soldiers leading a moderate band of recruits was reassuring.
“Tesax,” Hewkii stated, looking up from behind his desk at the captain of his Kikanolo Corps., “what about the Iron Mahi? After the discovery of the corpse were there any measures taken to increase security?” He stared hard at the toa of stone who had brought the ta-matoran back from the rail-side. It was difficult to admit he had been the cause of the matoran's death. Even though the informant who now resided at 66B Crooked End had slit the spy's thigh it was Hewkii who had lit the fuse, and all for the railway the matoran died beside. Sometimes in protecting everyone you sacrifice a few, but Hewkii still felt it was inexcusable and the deed plagued his nights alone.
“Yes sir,” Tesax replied in his drawl, returning hewkii's mind from the somber truth of the past. “We’ve got a Sentinel for every other car on the rail, sir.”
Hewkii nodded slowly, a pleased expression on his kakama but a feeling of self loathing in his heart. “I’m sure that’s more than suitable but thank you.” He paused, tapped his fingers on the desk, then grabbed the pen and signed a small piece of paper. “And you can take this to…”
Tesax didn’t need to Hewkii to finish before he had reached forward for the note and begun making his way out of the office. “Of course, sir.”
The door closed softly behind the departing captain. Hewkii rolled his shoulders and gave a relaxing sigh. Pulling himself away from the toil of office work, something necessary and therefore taken seriously, he made for the same door and stepped into open space of the compound...
OOC: Hello Sentinels.
Also, Edited after a PM from Silvan Haven. There's always more to learn about the little details. I've spent a lot of time learning about how Lloyd wanted the city to look and be run but some of the more minute things are still popping up.