Delila Castillon
#OldRedheadsReign
@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Seeing her reflection in the gleaming tower that contained the offices of all major military personnel, Delila groaned. Dressed in her standard BDUs, holding two large cafs, dark circles under her eyes. She looked liked death warmed over. Too many drinks of Idlewil liquor on the rocks. It was an expensive brand of liquor imported from the Shashay people and Delila had drank enough to get her fill for the next decade. She would have liked to blame her excessive drinking on her cheery new liver unable to process alcohol for the first time. In reality she had been trying to drown her emotions in amber-colored liquid. Siobhan wasn't the only one at a crossroads now.
The pleasant chime of the lift indicated her arrival. Walking down the hall, Delila came to the office of one Colonel Siobhan Kerrigan. The sun was rising over Fondor, glittering off of all the towers and industrial spaces on the planet. It was beautiful and a high contrast to the sight in front of her -- boxes strewn across the floor as the personal contents of her superior were being prepped to go to their new location.
Giving a brief knock on the open door, Delila entered without waiting for an acknowledgement,arm outstretched with the steaming hot caf.
"Morning Colonel. Your caf prepared to exacting specifications." Delila slid into the chair across from the large desk, taking a sip of her caf and sighing. This was her last time doing this. Last time bringing the Colonel her morning caf, last time giving the reports of potential enemy activity across the territory, last time the Colonel would bark down the hall in request for her presence. "Some shindig last night, huh?"
Seeing her reflection in the gleaming tower that contained the offices of all major military personnel, Delila groaned. Dressed in her standard BDUs, holding two large cafs, dark circles under her eyes. She looked liked death warmed over. Too many drinks of Idlewil liquor on the rocks. It was an expensive brand of liquor imported from the Shashay people and Delila had drank enough to get her fill for the next decade. She would have liked to blame her excessive drinking on her cheery new liver unable to process alcohol for the first time. In reality she had been trying to drown her emotions in amber-colored liquid. Siobhan wasn't the only one at a crossroads now.
The pleasant chime of the lift indicated her arrival. Walking down the hall, Delila came to the office of one Colonel Siobhan Kerrigan. The sun was rising over Fondor, glittering off of all the towers and industrial spaces on the planet. It was beautiful and a high contrast to the sight in front of her -- boxes strewn across the floor as the personal contents of her superior were being prepped to go to their new location.
Giving a brief knock on the open door, Delila entered without waiting for an acknowledgement,arm outstretched with the steaming hot caf.
"Morning Colonel. Your caf prepared to exacting specifications." Delila slid into the chair across from the large desk, taking a sip of her caf and sighing. This was her last time doing this. Last time bringing the Colonel her morning caf, last time giving the reports of potential enemy activity across the territory, last time the Colonel would bark down the hall in request for her presence. "Some shindig last night, huh?"