Unbent, Unbowed, Unbroken
@[member="Anemone Nivalis"]
"Our embedded correspondent with the Omega Defence Forces has confirmed that the rampaging hordes of the Fringe are retreating from Eriadu. Our own government had already written off the Protectorate when it cowardly gave the Sith Empress a free hand against it, but it has shown that you do not compromise with evil. We can only strenuously demand that our brave troops are likewise given the chance to show the Mandalorian barbarians that this Galaxy's great democracy will not be browbeaten into sub..."
A mental command of Siobhan switched the holoscreen off before Maerys Cadalthor, one of the co-hosts of the alternate news broadcast Battle for Democracy on GNN could keep delivering what passed for news and analysis. Naturally while showing gratuitous amounts of leg and giving a good look of her cleavage. Yeah, and couple days ago your line was the Protectorate does not stand a chance and the Republic should occupy its northern half for democracy, she thought cynically regarding the newscaster's grand declarations.
Siobhan sank back in her chair, having watched the news in the study in her and Tegaea's villa, which was equipped with the latest in terms of holocommunications technology, theoretically enabling both her and her wife Tegaea to conduct a good deal of the company's business from home. Well, strictly speaking that was more Tegaea's role, for Siobhan was not an administrator, though nonetheless she could not escape the evils of paperwork! It was less for her than when she had been Exarch, but on the other hand she had proportionally less staff. The gleaming city of Santaissa, which despite all the modern innovations had retained a very organic look, prominently filled with white stone buildings, could be overlooked from the window. For a change they had been spared the storms and rainfalls that so often hit Kaeshana with a vengeance and the sun shune through the windows.
Part of her felt like she should have been there at the battle of Eriadu, fought against the Fringers, but at the same time she was firm in her belief that she had more than done her duty for the Protectorate, having crushed the Bando Gora, shed more of her own blood than anyone else. Time for them to stand on their own feet. Besides, she had only recently come home from punching Cthulhu, or rather a Lotek'k, having been part of a pangalactic team of Masters that took it down. Well, not just masters, Dells had been there with a missile launcher!
The sound of footsteps and a soft voice shook her out of her musings. "Mistress Kerrigan, a Dr. Nivalis has arrived for your...checkup," a pretty Eldorai servant girl said. Hearing that Siobhan arose from her seat, giving the space elf a smile, though when she stepped forward it was with a slight limp. Getting a good deal of your bones broken by said eldritch abomination was serious business, even though a certain Rave Merrill had then mended the damage with Sith magic.
Sith magic, yikes, hopefully there would be no side-effects. Well, bit too late to worry about that now!
"Thank you, Ariane. Please send her in." Just a normal housecall and check-up. Well, that and talking about Anemone's new...position in Firemane Industries. Yes, that would be the position up for discussion. Of course, Siobhan's thoughts inexorably drifted back to a certain encounter that had resulted in the cute doctor falling face first into her warm bosom. Admittedly on a certain level Siobhan did feel bad about not recognising that the girl had wanted more so soon. But things might get...interesting.
"Our embedded correspondent with the Omega Defence Forces has confirmed that the rampaging hordes of the Fringe are retreating from Eriadu. Our own government had already written off the Protectorate when it cowardly gave the Sith Empress a free hand against it, but it has shown that you do not compromise with evil. We can only strenuously demand that our brave troops are likewise given the chance to show the Mandalorian barbarians that this Galaxy's great democracy will not be browbeaten into sub..."
A mental command of Siobhan switched the holoscreen off before Maerys Cadalthor, one of the co-hosts of the alternate news broadcast Battle for Democracy on GNN could keep delivering what passed for news and analysis. Naturally while showing gratuitous amounts of leg and giving a good look of her cleavage. Yeah, and couple days ago your line was the Protectorate does not stand a chance and the Republic should occupy its northern half for democracy, she thought cynically regarding the newscaster's grand declarations.
Siobhan sank back in her chair, having watched the news in the study in her and Tegaea's villa, which was equipped with the latest in terms of holocommunications technology, theoretically enabling both her and her wife Tegaea to conduct a good deal of the company's business from home. Well, strictly speaking that was more Tegaea's role, for Siobhan was not an administrator, though nonetheless she could not escape the evils of paperwork! It was less for her than when she had been Exarch, but on the other hand she had proportionally less staff. The gleaming city of Santaissa, which despite all the modern innovations had retained a very organic look, prominently filled with white stone buildings, could be overlooked from the window. For a change they had been spared the storms and rainfalls that so often hit Kaeshana with a vengeance and the sun shune through the windows.
Part of her felt like she should have been there at the battle of Eriadu, fought against the Fringers, but at the same time she was firm in her belief that she had more than done her duty for the Protectorate, having crushed the Bando Gora, shed more of her own blood than anyone else. Time for them to stand on their own feet. Besides, she had only recently come home from punching Cthulhu, or rather a Lotek'k, having been part of a pangalactic team of Masters that took it down. Well, not just masters, Dells had been there with a missile launcher!
The sound of footsteps and a soft voice shook her out of her musings. "Mistress Kerrigan, a Dr. Nivalis has arrived for your...checkup," a pretty Eldorai servant girl said. Hearing that Siobhan arose from her seat, giving the space elf a smile, though when she stepped forward it was with a slight limp. Getting a good deal of your bones broken by said eldritch abomination was serious business, even though a certain Rave Merrill had then mended the damage with Sith magic.
Sith magic, yikes, hopefully there would be no side-effects. Well, bit too late to worry about that now!
"Thank you, Ariane. Please send her in." Just a normal housecall and check-up. Well, that and talking about Anemone's new...position in Firemane Industries. Yes, that would be the position up for discussion. Of course, Siobhan's thoughts inexorably drifted back to a certain encounter that had resulted in the cute doctor falling face first into her warm bosom. Admittedly on a certain level Siobhan did feel bad about not recognising that the girl had wanted more so soon. But things might get...interesting.