Posted June 7, 2020, 12:16 p.m. by Civilian Morra (Head of Science and Terraforming) (Riley W)
Posted by Civilian Brianna “Bree” O’Harra (Head of Mining Operations) in Industrial District - Mining Offices
Posted by Civilian Morra (Head of Science and Terraforming) in Industrial District - Mining Offices
Posted by Civilian Brianna “Bree” O’Harra (Head of Mining Operations) in Industrial District - Mining Offices
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Getting back to work was a pleasant experience. Mostly. Morra was swamped with meetings upon meetings with all her sub-heads of department. But there was one meeting she was not sure whether to dread or anticipate. The new Head of Mining was scheduled for a meeting in the next ten or so minutes.Morra strode through the Mining offices, her posture straight and confident and barely letting anyone question her presence as she made her way over to the Mining Head office and rapped on the door, expecting an answer.
Morra
HoST“Yeah, come in,” a voice called out.
The Mining Operations office was clean, but in a slight disarray. There was a small packing crate in the corner along the wall the door was set it. It was empty and packing materials were scattered around its base. A fiery redhead was putting a picture on the wall of a group of miners around a large geode of magnificent colors. The geode was big enough to have fit two of those in the photo. There was no mistaking which of the faces in the pic belonged to the new Head of Mining. Even in a shot that looked a few years old, the hair and eyes were unmistakable.
Brianna turned to see who had entered. “Oh, hi… you must be Morra? I’m Brianna. Make yourself comfortable and grab a drink from the replicator or small cooler if you want. The small fridge, if she looked had juice, beer and a bottle of blue liquid. The rest of the room was scattered with small boxes of various types, several rocks of assorted colors, some with even more interesting features showing on their interiors and small glass figurines of animals, people and other topics. The glass figures all seemed to be paired with the stones as if on purpose.
“Grab me a beer, will you? I think we can officially call it a day and make this a social call.” She stepped back from the hung picture and smiled. “Perfect....” At which point, Briana turned to finally look at her guest.
Brianna “Bree” O’Harra
Head of MiningMorra did not grab a beer for O’Harra. Nor did she grab a drink for herself. She stood, watching the human woman work at her decorating with a stern expression on her face. Morra herself made a distinct impression just by her visual appearance. She had a similar facial structure to the Gorn, although her head was notably more streamlined and elegant. Her crimson scales faded into pink on her nose and hands, standing out against the pale grey of her outfit. A long tail draped down and the end twisted slightly around her ankle, also the same striking crimson and pink colours. She waited until she had the woman’s attention, then tilted her head slightly. “I am not here for a social call, Miss O’Harra. This is a call of duty.”
Her amber eyes glanced around the room, taking in all the details, while also glancing back at O’Harra periodically.
Morra
HoST“Pity,” the woman said and moved to get herself a juice. No point in insulting the woman before her. “Well, Morra… come have a seat. Duty or not, we deserve to be comfortable. And I am guessing those desk chairs don’t compliment your appendages very well.” She moved to one of two chairs facing a short loveseat style couch. A low table of glass and brass sat between. “So… what brings you to my half reckless office?” She leaned back and watched Morra move about as she sipped her juice.
Brianna
HoM
“I intend to determine what kind of a person you are. And to establish my own authority within the district we both direct,” Morra explained. She saw the seats and after a moment of consideration, took the other chair and dragged it so that it was facing the chair O’Harra was sitting on. And about two meters away. She sat down in said chair and stared unblinklingly at the Mining Head. Until her tongue flicked up and moistened her eyeball, of course.
Morra
HoST
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