Posted Nov. 14, 2021, 12:40 a.m. by Civilian Brianna “Bree” O'Harra (Head of Mining Operations) (Melissa Aragon)
Posted by Civilian Mirembe M’Ahar (Director of Terraforming) in M’Ahar’s Apartment — Laying the Groundwork
Posted by Civilian Brianna “Bree” O’Harra (Head of Mining Operations) in M’Ahar’s Apartment — Laying the Groundwork
Posted by Civilian Mirembe M’Ahar (Director of Terraforming) in M’Ahar’s Apartment — Laying the Groundwork
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(Snip!)Mirembe welcomed the bottle and jabbed her free thumb at the balcony. If Bree’s gaze wandered, she might notice vines looming over the railing and plants lining its base. Amid them, a table stood adorned by an old cloth and petrified wood cutlery. M’Ahar wasn’t a uniform person but she made it work. Happily, she guided Bree to the door and tugged it open for her.
“Isn’t that half the fun?” She grinned almost conspiratorially after setting the bottle beside a mismatched glass vase. M’Ahar knew little about pairing alcohols, but she did know what tasted good and what didn’t. And she’d no doubt Bree had a keen sense for flavour.
“Anyway…” Mirembe shot a glance at the oven through the window. “There’s a few minutes left on the veggies. Have a seat if you’d like.”
— Mirembe M’Ahar
“Thanks…” Bree settled on one of the chairs and lowered her hand to beckon the dog to her if it wanted more scratches. “You look pretty settled in. How long have you been here? Just a few months, myself. But I didn’t bring much so my place is still pretty sparse.” She laughed lightly watching Mire check on the dinner. “Honestly I hadn’t considered I’d have accommodations as opulent as mine are. I’m a little overwhelmed what to do with all the space. Used to a small bedroom of an almost equally small living area that double as dining area.”
Eo, compelled by a intrinsic love for attention, bimbled over to the newcomer. He wasn’t much concerned by who she was, only the quality of her scratches and whatever goods she’d accidentally drop on the floor.
Her quarters weren’t much different than this though angled slightly different due to her location. And other than a few scattered nick knacks, her quarterswere pretty bare.
Bree
HoM“A week…” Mirembe chewed on her lip and struck a finger for ever day she recalled. It was useless. Shrugging, she tossed Bree a spirited grin and resolved, ”…long enough to peeve someone.” She watched as Bree described her barren quarters and the sudden upgrade from one-bedroom nook to metropolitan digs. “If you don’t mind my prying,” another idle glance at the oven, “what were you up to before Oed?”
— Mirembe M’Ahar, Terraformer
One hand dropped to idly scratch at the fur baby if it chose the attention. “I was in charge of deep mining operations on Alpha Century. Was there a few years. Prior to that I was scattered all over. Went wherever the deepest pits were that needed looking into. Though when I was younger I was a company man and was stationed wherever Star Fleet ordered me to go. I admit, I prefer the private sector.” She leaned back and smiled. “I was on a ship doing maintenance for my bread and board when it landed here. Saw they were in need of someone to look after the deeper parts of the area, so I applied.” Her hands rose up in grandeur as if to encompass the whole area. “And here I am, about to have an amazing dinner, from the smell, and talking about what might become some of the largest terraforming domes over some of the largest mining pits I’ve ever heard of.” She laughed lightly, and dropped her hands. “After all… if you are going to do it, do it big. Right?”
She wasn’t sure the woman had her same enthusiasm for what they were going to accomplish, but she had enough enthusiasm for them both. And something told her, with Mira at her side, in whatever capacity that was, she smiled to herself, it was going to be incredible.
Brianna
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