Zack
Inactive Member
Abdyel had come into work early again this morning, or at least what passed for morning on this space station. On the main work table she had opened up the plans for the main gun of the conquest, which had been holding back the completion of the design for some time because she hadn't finished it. Problems kept coming up with alignment, power distribution and simply recoil absorption that she wasn't able to solve.
Her hands slid over the data pads on the desk, then reached up to cup her mouth as she suppressed a yawn, her small wings stretching out behind her in the process. The cold air in the room was making her regret getting out of bed in the morning, as well as the short white skirt she had put on that was held in place by a small purple bow that tied just above her hips on her back. Her white, button down shirt, didn't help much either.
Her hands slid over the data pads on the desk, then reached up to cup her mouth as she suppressed a yawn, her small wings stretching out behind her in the process. The cold air in the room was making her regret getting out of bed in the morning, as well as the short white skirt she had put on that was held in place by a small purple bow that tied just above her hips on her back. Her white, button down shirt, didn't help much either.
