The price of history is never so great
As when used as coin against the future.
Graffitti found After the Fall
The Matriarch walked briskly down the hall toward her office, bodyguards trailing behind. Marisa nodded once as she moved through the anteroom. Settling herself behind her desk she started sorting through the day's notices and problems. Why were there always more problems? she asked herself wryly.
She accessed the list prepared by Marisa. Khan had gone off planet, leaving his second in command of the Guard. She had a request for an interview from Ariana to discuss duty rosters and weapons. She marked it and sent it to Marisa, who would let her know when the appointment was scheduled. Rufus was still trying to close security holes, despite a shortage of staff. However, he had sent off the annoying human archaeologist with the new geologist, which would allow them to settle the rest of the Pride without cries of dismay every time they dusted anything.
She had to admit the Trancer had done well with the test plots for the limited agriculture the Pride engaged in, as well as finding some local vegetation that might be used medicinally. However, the estimated yield rates were low, and this concerned her. She made a note for Marisa to schedule the Trancer for a meeting.
Marisa had highlighted some returning members, as well as others asking for permission to visit. As they checked in, she'd send the returning ones to her new Captain of the Guard to be assigned quarters, and the visitors to Rufus for vetting.
A cup of coffee at her elbow, she settled in for the morning's work.
Edited by Kidwrangler, 12 June 2003 - 02:43 PM.