Derisive Umbaran
ORD CESTUS
HEGEMONIC AUTOMATON HEADQUARTERS, CHIKAT'LIK
Tyrin's eyes narrowed at the intern, who shrunk away from his desk. The Umbaran grimaced as he redirected his gaze to his ink-spattered right hand. A product of his own anger and frustration resulting in him snapping his pen in two. Great. He'd probably gotten some on his clothes, and the carpet. Of all the companies of the Tion Hegemony, there wasn't a single one that produced cleaning product. Utterly abysmal. How could he trust any other company to provide a product that could remove the stains from his carpet and clothes? But now he had more important things to think about.
"An inspection of our newest products, you said?"
The intern swallowed hard before speaking. "Y-yes, sir."
A heavy sigh escaped Tyrin's lips. No doubt the intern thought the source of Tyrin's anger had something to do with him. That was rather vain of the lad, to say the least. The true problem here was that Tyrin had already suffered an inspection by the Cestian government. Now another? Had he not done a good job of assuaging their fears the first time? Were they destined to keep harassing him in this manner? Fine. If they wanted a look at the Mehrunes Series of Droid Walkers before they hit the market, then they would get it. And they had better damn well be pleased as punch again.
"Thank you for informing me." Tyrin thanked the hapless intern. "Now get out."
Needing no further encouragement, the intern scuttled off. Tyrin waited a few minutes before leaving as well, heading straight towards the nearest bathroom so he could wash the accursed ink from his hands.
HEGEMONIC AUTOMATON HEADQUARTERS, CHIKAT'LIK
Tyrin's eyes narrowed at the intern, who shrunk away from his desk. The Umbaran grimaced as he redirected his gaze to his ink-spattered right hand. A product of his own anger and frustration resulting in him snapping his pen in two. Great. He'd probably gotten some on his clothes, and the carpet. Of all the companies of the Tion Hegemony, there wasn't a single one that produced cleaning product. Utterly abysmal. How could he trust any other company to provide a product that could remove the stains from his carpet and clothes? But now he had more important things to think about.
"An inspection of our newest products, you said?"
The intern swallowed hard before speaking. "Y-yes, sir."
A heavy sigh escaped Tyrin's lips. No doubt the intern thought the source of Tyrin's anger had something to do with him. That was rather vain of the lad, to say the least. The true problem here was that Tyrin had already suffered an inspection by the Cestian government. Now another? Had he not done a good job of assuaging their fears the first time? Were they destined to keep harassing him in this manner? Fine. If they wanted a look at the Mehrunes Series of Droid Walkers before they hit the market, then they would get it. And they had better damn well be pleased as punch again.
"Thank you for informing me." Tyrin thanked the hapless intern. "Now get out."
Needing no further encouragement, the intern scuttled off. Tyrin waited a few minutes before leaving as well, heading straight towards the nearest bathroom so he could wash the accursed ink from his hands.