Reyes dropped the box on the large desk, wincing slightly at the metallic clang that echoed through the still mostly barren office. Inside the box were mostly useless items he had brought from his families home on Dremulae; pictures, a knife given to him by his uncle, and a piece of shrapnel. Looking at this last item as he brought it out, Reyes brought his free hand up to touch the scars running across most of his chest, wincing at the pain that had long since left his body, but not his mind. Placing them all on his new desk, he adjusted their positioning slightly before moving around the two meter long piece of furniture, and taking a seat in the desk so recently afforded to him.
Glancing up at the sight of movement, Reyes watched as another Senator went rushing by his office, a long formal robe trailing behind him as his footsteps echoed down the hallway. Looking down at what he was wearing, Reyes questioned, not for the first time, if he was really cut out for this job. Rather than any formal clothing, he wore a sleeveless shirt with an attached hood to the back, and jogging pants he wore when he would go for his mornings jogs back home. He was moving in to his office, and there was a lot of manual labor to get done, but it still felt wrong in a way to be so under dressed.
Pushing the thought from his mind, Reyes got back to his feet, and headed across the office towards the still open door. Two large stacks of boxes lay in neat towers beside the opening, one of his personal affects, and the other of official work a Senator of the Galactic Alliance would need. He had been offered assistance in moving in by the Senate when he arrived, but he had refused the offer. While it would have saved some time, he was certain somethings would be lost in the mad rush to set his office up. You could not work for a government without things getting lost in the endless shuffle of bureaucracy. Even the relatively simple task of moving into an office posed risks that Reyes had decided to side step.
Picking up one of the boxes filled with dozens of reports, he made his way across the room to one of the three bookshelves he had been provided, and began to unpack and organize the various files.
Carolina Tevinter
Glancing up at the sight of movement, Reyes watched as another Senator went rushing by his office, a long formal robe trailing behind him as his footsteps echoed down the hallway. Looking down at what he was wearing, Reyes questioned, not for the first time, if he was really cut out for this job. Rather than any formal clothing, he wore a sleeveless shirt with an attached hood to the back, and jogging pants he wore when he would go for his mornings jogs back home. He was moving in to his office, and there was a lot of manual labor to get done, but it still felt wrong in a way to be so under dressed.
Pushing the thought from his mind, Reyes got back to his feet, and headed across the office towards the still open door. Two large stacks of boxes lay in neat towers beside the opening, one of his personal affects, and the other of official work a Senator of the Galactic Alliance would need. He had been offered assistance in moving in by the Senate when he arrived, but he had refused the offer. While it would have saved some time, he was certain somethings would be lost in the mad rush to set his office up. You could not work for a government without things getting lost in the endless shuffle of bureaucracy. Even the relatively simple task of moving into an office posed risks that Reyes had decided to side step.
Picking up one of the boxes filled with dozens of reports, he made his way across the room to one of the three bookshelves he had been provided, and began to unpack and organize the various files.
