MoonMan
Inactive Member
The events on Prilisa IV were the big talk around Cirrus at the moment, even after the slave-programmed nekovalkryja were put safely into cold stasis in a secured spaceport. The scientists around the station debated and argued on their mid-day snacks of BioNutri-Snack Bean Gel about the hows and whys, some of them even wanting to study the nekos that the CSS Elite had brought in. The Cirrus Station Security members, on the other hand, either wanted to stay far, far away from the nekos, or get way, way too close for comfort for more nefarious reasons. The entire night and following day of the incident was like this...it was some much-needed life and juicy gossip at the same time.
Cassefin had no time for such things. Her list of To-Do's was far too full to allow time to listen in (or the common term for her type of listening in, also known as spying shamelessly via her wall of monitors); she had to call a Yamataian military contact to schedule of retrieval of those troublesome nekos, work with the administrator of the Prilisa IV spaceport for assessments of damages and possible slavery-transport charges, double-check the profiles of those both leaving and entering the Cirrus in the final phases of the transport shuttle runs, contact her personal medical adviser about her arm, hanging limp in the translucent sling around her chest...
...and plan a dinner for a CSS team that she did not particularly care for.
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Meanwhile, in the hallway outside of the CSS sleeping quarters, The Squad 35 Savtechs, Mimi and Kess, had assembled all of their team members for the evening at 7:30 sharp, Trade Standard Time...and it was nearing that time. The two Cirrus Savtechs wanted to have everyone assembled bright and early, both to have a headstart on their path to Cassefin Montreal's personal quarters, and to hopefully give Squad 35 to get acquainted with a few new faces that would be joining them.
This evening Kess looked especially downtrodden, more so than her usual pessimism usually allowed. She barely spoke and made direct eye contact even less through her straight, raven hair as her volumetric persona leaned against the wall, flickering slightly every so often.
Mimi, on the other hand, was still very much the same, cheerful, far-to-optimistic as she bounced hither and fro, greeting her squad members as they arrived.
Cassefin had no time for such things. Her list of To-Do's was far too full to allow time to listen in (or the common term for her type of listening in, also known as spying shamelessly via her wall of monitors); she had to call a Yamataian military contact to schedule of retrieval of those troublesome nekos, work with the administrator of the Prilisa IV spaceport for assessments of damages and possible slavery-transport charges, double-check the profiles of those both leaving and entering the Cirrus in the final phases of the transport shuttle runs, contact her personal medical adviser about her arm, hanging limp in the translucent sling around her chest...
...and plan a dinner for a CSS team that she did not particularly care for.
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Meanwhile, in the hallway outside of the CSS sleeping quarters, The Squad 35 Savtechs, Mimi and Kess, had assembled all of their team members for the evening at 7:30 sharp, Trade Standard Time...and it was nearing that time. The two Cirrus Savtechs wanted to have everyone assembled bright and early, both to have a headstart on their path to Cassefin Montreal's personal quarters, and to hopefully give Squad 35 to get acquainted with a few new faces that would be joining them.
This evening Kess looked especially downtrodden, more so than her usual pessimism usually allowed. She barely spoke and made direct eye contact even less through her straight, raven hair as her volumetric persona leaned against the wall, flickering slightly every so often.
Mimi, on the other hand, was still very much the same, cheerful, far-to-optimistic as she bounced hither and fro, greeting her squad members as they arrived.