MoonMan
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Evening, a day after the events on Prilisa IV...
Head Administrator Cassefin Montreal, dressed back in her usual Cirrus Station regalia of brown vest, black slacks under a open Cirrus Station lab coat, hurried down the corridor leading to the Cirrus Station Security quarters. She had her glasses back on, her left hand busily holding the lenses still while her right arm, still in the translucent sling, hung silently across her midriff. Cassefin was busily reading away at the multitudes of information whizzing by on her volumetric glasses, but paid attention to where she was walking...enough attention to verbally reprimand a slacking on-duty CSS members while she trekked onwards, determined, just as she always was.
"Great. Now where the hell am I?"
Claire walked down the hallway at a brisk pace, irritated that she now had to navigate a station that she didn't know the layout of. And everyone else was either busy or they weren't inviting conversation.
However, in her mutterings, she was only half-paying attention to where she was going. She was trying to find a map or something remotely useful on the same device she had used earlier to speak to her previous superior. By that token, she truly didn't pay attention as she rounded the corner... Running right into Montreal by accident. She collided with her and stumbled backwards, managing to catch herself before she fell backwards. She blinked, looking at who she just kamikazied. "Agh.. I'm sorry. I didn't see you. You ok?"
Cassefin was caught off-guard by the sudden collision, and as a result wobbled backwards onto her rump. Her hand went up, flinging her glasses into the air as she yelped in surprise. "H-hey!" The Head Administrator began turning red in the face as she looked back up at Claire, fierce red irises burning hot. "Watch where you're going, buffoon!" The Head Administrator helped herself up, dusting herself off and taking a deep breath, hastily reaching to retrieve her spectacles, which had fallen at Claire's feet.
"Sorry, miss. I'm just trying to find somewhere to stay for a while since it looks like I'm stuck here for a while." Claire frowned at her. Has she seen this woman before? She may have been back planetside, but everything then was a blur so she had barely remembered anyone. Damn her indiscriminate memory.
Seeing her reach for her glasses she reached down first and picked them up, handing them to the snappy woman. "There you go. Again, sorry for hitting you. Hope I didn't hurt you." She smiled faintly. What she was smiling about wasn't clear, as it didn't look apologetic. When she handed her her glasses, she had done so with her scarred hand, completely forgetting to hide the odd marking on her palm. She quickly realized this however and pulled it back quickly once the glasses were out of her hands.
Cassefin glared at the woman in front of her. “Feh!” she spat as she snatched her glasses from Claire’s grasp. “You wouldn’t be able to hurt me if you tried…” Cassefin’s haughty voice trailed off as she replaced the spectacles on her face. When they were positioned to her liking, the Head Administrator took a deep breath to calm herself before returning her attention back to the CSS member before her. “You are Winters, correct? Claire Winters?” Cassefin asked…although from the tone of her voice, it sounded as if she was already decided on exactly who the young woman before her was.
"Hehehe... Of course I couldn't hurt you. I'm a marine aren't I?" Claire's amused sarcasm wasn't very well concealed, but at least there was nothing condescending about it. She didn't believe in personal insults. Why fight with someone when you can just amuse yourself with them? Either way, it seemed she had found an interesting specimen. "Yes, that's me. Don't let my name fool you, I'm not that cold." Her expression hadn't changed, so it was hard to tell if she was joking about that or not. "And you are...?"
“Hmph! I’m your superior, Claire. Head Administrator Cassefin Montreal,” Cassefin said, pride swelling within her. “It’s good that I found you, Winters. I’m here to inform you that your old squad is being relocated, and you are now a part of Cirrus Station Security Squad #35,” the Head Administrator said, her words leaving little room for the poor marine to argue. “If you would follow me, I just so happen to be visiting your squad leaders…you can get acquainted with them there. So, let’s go.”
With that, Cassefin brushed past Claire and forward through the hallway, making tracks towards Dream’s Shrine in the old armory a corridor or so away from the security personnel quarters.
"Ah... miss Montreal.. of course..." Claire began to laugh as she haughtily moved past her. This would be an interesting place. Nevertheless, she followed after biting her tongue so Cassefin wouldn't get too mad at her for laughing. The geshrin woman followed her, but at her own pace. Somehow her easygoing stride managed to keep up with Montreal's pace. "Though my real superior just kinda left me hanging. I think you'll do a much better job here. I'm already looking forward to it." Claire smiled again. She seemed happy to be getting away from the boring post back planetside. Also: She was happy that she wasn't being grilled for being a security guard at a place that was dealing in slave trading.
“Yes yes, I’m certain it’s truly a pleasure for you. Now hustle it up,” Cassefin said, just as they turned the corner into view of the bulkhead door to Dream’s Freespacer Shrine.
Standing outside the door, was the tall graceful figure of Serra, the resident Elysian engineer. She was apparently waiting and looked annoyed while standing outside the door. A large something tucked under one arm.
Cassefin paused as she caught sight of Serra, giving the unaware Elysian a stern stare. She took another breath, as if preparing herself to engage in a no-doubt-unwanted conversation with the elegant angel. “Serra,” Cassefin said in singular acknowledgment, straightening the pair of glasses across her nose and reluctantly running the fingers of her good hand through her vibrant red hair. “Is your squad captain in here?”
"Yes she is," came the calm reply from the Elysian Patriarch, not even turning to look at Cassifin. Taking a small measured breath, Serra raised her free hand up to her face and pushed her own glasses up her nose bridge. After she lowered her arm she turned her lavender eyes to the Administrator and Claire. "Captain Dream is undergoing a 'purification ritual' to rid herself of the planet's contaminants." She said calmly, as she now turned to face the two smaller women. "She told me it would take several hours at least for her to be completely free of the things she picked up on the planet."
“That’s great. Really, terrific,” Cassefin stated blandly paying no attention to Claire. When the Head Administrator attempted to move past the large Elysian, she was mildly annoyed to find that she couldn’t budge her. “Would you kindly remove yourself?” Cassefin said venomously. “I need to speak with your captain immediately.”
"I'm sorry, Captain Dream gave me explicit orders to keep anyone out." Serra said to the smaller administrator. "She has a chunk of live plutonium in the middle of her chest and she's using waste radiation to clean herself of microbes from the planet." Serra muttered. The room is probably not safe for any of us to enter ‘till she is finished and removes the vented radiation."
The fiery-haired Head Administrator narrowed her eyes at the Elysian blocking her access, not sure whether she believed her or not. Cassefin stared directly at Serra, in hopes to break some of that will and forcer her to step aside…of course, Cassefin’s stern gaze wasn’t a miracle-worker, and it did little other than tire her eyebrows from all the furrowing. She moved a step or two back, squaring herself in the center of the doorway.
“…DREAM!!” The Head Administrator bellowed abruptly. “GODDAMMIT! I NEED TO SPEAK TO YOU!”
"Must you yell ma'am?" Serra asked, rubbing one ear with her free hand, then switching her load to that hand then rubbing her other ear. "You can contact her with a visual display."
Head Administrator Cassefin Montreal, dressed back in her usual Cirrus Station regalia of brown vest, black slacks under a open Cirrus Station lab coat, hurried down the corridor leading to the Cirrus Station Security quarters. She had her glasses back on, her left hand busily holding the lenses still while her right arm, still in the translucent sling, hung silently across her midriff. Cassefin was busily reading away at the multitudes of information whizzing by on her volumetric glasses, but paid attention to where she was walking...enough attention to verbally reprimand a slacking on-duty CSS members while she trekked onwards, determined, just as she always was.
"Great. Now where the hell am I?"
Claire walked down the hallway at a brisk pace, irritated that she now had to navigate a station that she didn't know the layout of. And everyone else was either busy or they weren't inviting conversation.
However, in her mutterings, she was only half-paying attention to where she was going. She was trying to find a map or something remotely useful on the same device she had used earlier to speak to her previous superior. By that token, she truly didn't pay attention as she rounded the corner... Running right into Montreal by accident. She collided with her and stumbled backwards, managing to catch herself before she fell backwards. She blinked, looking at who she just kamikazied. "Agh.. I'm sorry. I didn't see you. You ok?"
Cassefin was caught off-guard by the sudden collision, and as a result wobbled backwards onto her rump. Her hand went up, flinging her glasses into the air as she yelped in surprise. "H-hey!" The Head Administrator began turning red in the face as she looked back up at Claire, fierce red irises burning hot. "Watch where you're going, buffoon!" The Head Administrator helped herself up, dusting herself off and taking a deep breath, hastily reaching to retrieve her spectacles, which had fallen at Claire's feet.
"Sorry, miss. I'm just trying to find somewhere to stay for a while since it looks like I'm stuck here for a while." Claire frowned at her. Has she seen this woman before? She may have been back planetside, but everything then was a blur so she had barely remembered anyone. Damn her indiscriminate memory.
Seeing her reach for her glasses she reached down first and picked them up, handing them to the snappy woman. "There you go. Again, sorry for hitting you. Hope I didn't hurt you." She smiled faintly. What she was smiling about wasn't clear, as it didn't look apologetic. When she handed her her glasses, she had done so with her scarred hand, completely forgetting to hide the odd marking on her palm. She quickly realized this however and pulled it back quickly once the glasses were out of her hands.
Cassefin glared at the woman in front of her. “Feh!” she spat as she snatched her glasses from Claire’s grasp. “You wouldn’t be able to hurt me if you tried…” Cassefin’s haughty voice trailed off as she replaced the spectacles on her face. When they were positioned to her liking, the Head Administrator took a deep breath to calm herself before returning her attention back to the CSS member before her. “You are Winters, correct? Claire Winters?” Cassefin asked…although from the tone of her voice, it sounded as if she was already decided on exactly who the young woman before her was.
"Hehehe... Of course I couldn't hurt you. I'm a marine aren't I?" Claire's amused sarcasm wasn't very well concealed, but at least there was nothing condescending about it. She didn't believe in personal insults. Why fight with someone when you can just amuse yourself with them? Either way, it seemed she had found an interesting specimen. "Yes, that's me. Don't let my name fool you, I'm not that cold." Her expression hadn't changed, so it was hard to tell if she was joking about that or not. "And you are...?"
“Hmph! I’m your superior, Claire. Head Administrator Cassefin Montreal,” Cassefin said, pride swelling within her. “It’s good that I found you, Winters. I’m here to inform you that your old squad is being relocated, and you are now a part of Cirrus Station Security Squad #35,” the Head Administrator said, her words leaving little room for the poor marine to argue. “If you would follow me, I just so happen to be visiting your squad leaders…you can get acquainted with them there. So, let’s go.”
With that, Cassefin brushed past Claire and forward through the hallway, making tracks towards Dream’s Shrine in the old armory a corridor or so away from the security personnel quarters.
"Ah... miss Montreal.. of course..." Claire began to laugh as she haughtily moved past her. This would be an interesting place. Nevertheless, she followed after biting her tongue so Cassefin wouldn't get too mad at her for laughing. The geshrin woman followed her, but at her own pace. Somehow her easygoing stride managed to keep up with Montreal's pace. "Though my real superior just kinda left me hanging. I think you'll do a much better job here. I'm already looking forward to it." Claire smiled again. She seemed happy to be getting away from the boring post back planetside. Also: She was happy that she wasn't being grilled for being a security guard at a place that was dealing in slave trading.
“Yes yes, I’m certain it’s truly a pleasure for you. Now hustle it up,” Cassefin said, just as they turned the corner into view of the bulkhead door to Dream’s Freespacer Shrine.
Standing outside the door, was the tall graceful figure of Serra, the resident Elysian engineer. She was apparently waiting and looked annoyed while standing outside the door. A large something tucked under one arm.
Cassefin paused as she caught sight of Serra, giving the unaware Elysian a stern stare. She took another breath, as if preparing herself to engage in a no-doubt-unwanted conversation with the elegant angel. “Serra,” Cassefin said in singular acknowledgment, straightening the pair of glasses across her nose and reluctantly running the fingers of her good hand through her vibrant red hair. “Is your squad captain in here?”
"Yes she is," came the calm reply from the Elysian Patriarch, not even turning to look at Cassifin. Taking a small measured breath, Serra raised her free hand up to her face and pushed her own glasses up her nose bridge. After she lowered her arm she turned her lavender eyes to the Administrator and Claire. "Captain Dream is undergoing a 'purification ritual' to rid herself of the planet's contaminants." She said calmly, as she now turned to face the two smaller women. "She told me it would take several hours at least for her to be completely free of the things she picked up on the planet."
“That’s great. Really, terrific,” Cassefin stated blandly paying no attention to Claire. When the Head Administrator attempted to move past the large Elysian, she was mildly annoyed to find that she couldn’t budge her. “Would you kindly remove yourself?” Cassefin said venomously. “I need to speak with your captain immediately.”
"I'm sorry, Captain Dream gave me explicit orders to keep anyone out." Serra said to the smaller administrator. "She has a chunk of live plutonium in the middle of her chest and she's using waste radiation to clean herself of microbes from the planet." Serra muttered. The room is probably not safe for any of us to enter ‘till she is finished and removes the vented radiation."
The fiery-haired Head Administrator narrowed her eyes at the Elysian blocking her access, not sure whether she believed her or not. Cassefin stared directly at Serra, in hopes to break some of that will and forcer her to step aside…of course, Cassefin’s stern gaze wasn’t a miracle-worker, and it did little other than tire her eyebrows from all the furrowing. She moved a step or two back, squaring herself in the center of the doorway.
“…DREAM!!” The Head Administrator bellowed abruptly. “GODDAMMIT! I NEED TO SPEAK TO YOU!”
"Must you yell ma'am?" Serra asked, rubbing one ear with her free hand, then switching her load to that hand then rubbing her other ear. "You can contact her with a visual display."
