Alkor Centaris
Son of Liberty
The office hours for the Knight Commander were from 1300 to 2150 Local Time, which demanded Alkor be present within the Chambers unless called to a more pressing duty. Generally, when the Confederacy was at war or mandatory training exercises were in full swing, he was granted some clemency from the ever present threat of boredom that came with paperwork.
There were days when Alkor could not avoid his fate, however. Being adjunct to the Office of Vicelord due to his supplementary position to the Dominus Prime meant that after the Exarchs and the Ministers, Alkor had the fifth most volume of fascinating (read: absolutely mindless) documents to review, sign, and catalogue. He had finished all of twelve and resorted to chewing on the back of his pen from anxiety.
Granted, twelve was still twelve more than he might have done several years prior to taking the position. His former duties were considered best not put to paper, and to most people, they were better of forgotten. That was just the way he liked things. The Confederacy was a bit more transparent.
Today, he was lucky enough to receive aid directly from his brother's own office- a Knight Obsidian, markedly, who had been hand selected to take the position of aide to Metus himself. Perhaps they were worried about his paperwork being finished in a punctual manner.
Perhaps they realized that it would never get done otherwise.
No matter what the reason for the assistance, he welcomed it. Little did Alkor know, there were sometimes unrelated reasons for strings to be pulled. What he considered to be an assist could easily turn out to be something else entirely.
[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]
There were days when Alkor could not avoid his fate, however. Being adjunct to the Office of Vicelord due to his supplementary position to the Dominus Prime meant that after the Exarchs and the Ministers, Alkor had the fifth most volume of fascinating (read: absolutely mindless) documents to review, sign, and catalogue. He had finished all of twelve and resorted to chewing on the back of his pen from anxiety.
Granted, twelve was still twelve more than he might have done several years prior to taking the position. His former duties were considered best not put to paper, and to most people, they were better of forgotten. That was just the way he liked things. The Confederacy was a bit more transparent.
Today, he was lucky enough to receive aid directly from his brother's own office- a Knight Obsidian, markedly, who had been hand selected to take the position of aide to Metus himself. Perhaps they were worried about his paperwork being finished in a punctual manner.
Perhaps they realized that it would never get done otherwise.
No matter what the reason for the assistance, he welcomed it. Little did Alkor know, there were sometimes unrelated reasons for strings to be pulled. What he considered to be an assist could easily turn out to be something else entirely.
[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]