Haytham's familial connections with the Brotherhood had been a constant source of embarrassment. It was true, at times it was useful. There were times when information could be gleaned and exchanged, when having a point of contact within the Brotherhood worked in his favour. But for the most part, it was not the case. But he had long ago made his peace with the fact that while he was dedicated to the safety of the Empire, it's continued prosperity, there were those to whom he was related that would think nothing of bringing the stability of billions crashing down.

At least, for the most part, it is not Evelyn. She was not headstrong or stupid, she would not risk the lives and stability of so many, unlike her fellows.

Haytham was already waiting. The arrival of the various craft had been reported to him over the day, and there were only so many interplanetary vehicles that could be piloted by one person. When a likely one had landed at dusk he knew it would be her. He waited until she seemed settled in her shadowy corner, and then silently stood to join her. It was rare he did not wear the uniform of the Order, but it a place such as this her kind would be more welcome than his. As such, he'd opted for more neutral, dark garments.

"You had an uneventful journey, I hope." He said. There were agreed words, phrases. This might have been the first time they had met in several years, but they had corresponded. This was code, in order to establish that no one was eavesdropping, that no one had followed her.