S N A K E
Yavin IV, Saaraishash HQ
He was very...unhappy.
It was that time of the year again, one that consumed time and didn’t make any form of productivity. It was time to evaluate the work performance of every operative within the institution of the Saaraishash, from the very low ranking Agent to the reputable High Inquisitor. Every High Inquisitor was responsible of their own division, reviewing the performance of their Inquisitors and offer them professional criticism. Praise them in their strengths and achievements, and offer advice in what aspects they needed to focus on and what other tools can become their arsenal.
One wouldn’t take this day seriously as it translated to a rest day. A day to horse around in the office and not take their profession in a serious manner. Djorn, however, had other important business to attend to that was away from his office. He always enjoyed being out of his office, seeking to bring infidels and rebels to the iron anvil and be punished by unforgiving Imperial justice. One could say that his office was somewhat dusty from being vacated for long periods of times.
But, alas, here he was. And the first Inquisitor to review was none other than...
”...Jorryn Adali For-fething-dyce. For the love of the Emperor, can this day not get any worse?” a sigh of defeat escaped from his mouth as he was more upset than he was, trying to drown those emotions.
”Mirkali, can you get Fordyce to my office and tell her to bring me the best damn latte she’s ever made...she’s going to need it,” he contacted his secretary via commlink, the woman noticing the tone of his voice was unpleasant.
”I’ll get her in there as fast as I can.”
”Thanks, doll.”
[member="Jorryn Fordyce"]
He was very...unhappy.
It was that time of the year again, one that consumed time and didn’t make any form of productivity. It was time to evaluate the work performance of every operative within the institution of the Saaraishash, from the very low ranking Agent to the reputable High Inquisitor. Every High Inquisitor was responsible of their own division, reviewing the performance of their Inquisitors and offer them professional criticism. Praise them in their strengths and achievements, and offer advice in what aspects they needed to focus on and what other tools can become their arsenal.
One wouldn’t take this day seriously as it translated to a rest day. A day to horse around in the office and not take their profession in a serious manner. Djorn, however, had other important business to attend to that was away from his office. He always enjoyed being out of his office, seeking to bring infidels and rebels to the iron anvil and be punished by unforgiving Imperial justice. One could say that his office was somewhat dusty from being vacated for long periods of times.
But, alas, here he was. And the first Inquisitor to review was none other than...
”...Jorryn Adali For-fething-dyce. For the love of the Emperor, can this day not get any worse?” a sigh of defeat escaped from his mouth as he was more upset than he was, trying to drown those emotions.
”Mirkali, can you get Fordyce to my office and tell her to bring me the best damn latte she’s ever made...she’s going to need it,” he contacted his secretary via commlink, the woman noticing the tone of his voice was unpleasant.
”I’ll get her in there as fast as I can.”
”Thanks, doll.”
[member="Jorryn Fordyce"]