Chairman
YUMFLA, SUSEFVI
Presidential Hall
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Everything was ready and the people were coming. The legislation had been passed, the budget approved, and the official documentation and appointments secured. At midnight local time, the Outer Rim Development Corps would officially exist within its charter and be led by its directors. Fable took a long breath and adjust her suitcoat before stepping into the wide open reception hall. An orchestra played softly in the balcony that ran along the enter room while chandeliers dangled from the ceiling, adding a soft glow to the candles and decorative lights that lined the lower wall.
Already, the crowd was beginning to grow and develop as guests, dignitaries, donors, and government officials streamed in. She had done her part in getting the founding approved, the charter passed, and the initial budget sequestered for the first few years. Now it would be up to the board and contributors to ensure the continued survival and hopeful success of the Corps. After tonight, she would only be as involved as the executive Susefvi government required, which would hopefully be far less than it had been over the past few weeks. The Corps was supposed to be self-sustaining and autonomous, unimpeded by government policy or preferences, even the one that founded it.
She stepped out into the hall and moved through the formally dressed crowd, greeting guests and visitors. Server droids moved through the crowd, carrying trays of foods and drinks to offer to guests, while in the connected kitchen, she could hear the movement and conversation as the kitchen crew worked to finish the full course meal in accordance with the schedule. Dozens of different seafood dishes ranging from various kinds of fish in more sauces than she knew existed, even after her time in politics. Seaweed and kelp in just as many other dishes. All put together into a buffet banquet. They'd been keeping the entire fishing industry busy for the past few weeks in preparation.
Mya didn't envy them that. The event was ocean themed, to take advantage of the stunning view of the harbor and ocean at the end opposite the entryway. The entire wall was made of glass and the beginning of the sunset shone through the glass onto the floor and walls of the event. The edge of the ocean was just beginning to turn pinksh orange, and would only get more dramatic in its coloring and vibrancy before night fell. Fortunately, that didn't hurt the view, since there were no artificial lights across the ocean, and gave an unimpeded view of the ocean and stars, free of light pollution, especially from the balcony protruding over the edge of the hillside that led down to the waterfront.
That was where she'd feel more comfortable, that was sure. Her first office had been down there, in an abandoned warehouse that she'd converted into an office and campaign headquarters, working with the mariners and spacers at the industrial starport next to the harbor. Her people. This was not her element, but she was going to do her best regardless.
The Outer Rim needed people to step up and take responsibility for its wellbeing. She'd always campaigned on that promise and now it was time to take it to the next level.
She paused at the edge of the balcony to watch the fishing fleet head out with the evening tide while the recreational yachts made their way back into the harbor.
Presidential Hall
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Everything was ready and the people were coming. The legislation had been passed, the budget approved, and the official documentation and appointments secured. At midnight local time, the Outer Rim Development Corps would officially exist within its charter and be led by its directors. Fable took a long breath and adjust her suitcoat before stepping into the wide open reception hall. An orchestra played softly in the balcony that ran along the enter room while chandeliers dangled from the ceiling, adding a soft glow to the candles and decorative lights that lined the lower wall.
Already, the crowd was beginning to grow and develop as guests, dignitaries, donors, and government officials streamed in. She had done her part in getting the founding approved, the charter passed, and the initial budget sequestered for the first few years. Now it would be up to the board and contributors to ensure the continued survival and hopeful success of the Corps. After tonight, she would only be as involved as the executive Susefvi government required, which would hopefully be far less than it had been over the past few weeks. The Corps was supposed to be self-sustaining and autonomous, unimpeded by government policy or preferences, even the one that founded it.
She stepped out into the hall and moved through the formally dressed crowd, greeting guests and visitors. Server droids moved through the crowd, carrying trays of foods and drinks to offer to guests, while in the connected kitchen, she could hear the movement and conversation as the kitchen crew worked to finish the full course meal in accordance with the schedule. Dozens of different seafood dishes ranging from various kinds of fish in more sauces than she knew existed, even after her time in politics. Seaweed and kelp in just as many other dishes. All put together into a buffet banquet. They'd been keeping the entire fishing industry busy for the past few weeks in preparation.
Mya didn't envy them that. The event was ocean themed, to take advantage of the stunning view of the harbor and ocean at the end opposite the entryway. The entire wall was made of glass and the beginning of the sunset shone through the glass onto the floor and walls of the event. The edge of the ocean was just beginning to turn pinksh orange, and would only get more dramatic in its coloring and vibrancy before night fell. Fortunately, that didn't hurt the view, since there were no artificial lights across the ocean, and gave an unimpeded view of the ocean and stars, free of light pollution, especially from the balcony protruding over the edge of the hillside that led down to the waterfront.
That was where she'd feel more comfortable, that was sure. Her first office had been down there, in an abandoned warehouse that she'd converted into an office and campaign headquarters, working with the mariners and spacers at the industrial starport next to the harbor. Her people. This was not her element, but she was going to do her best regardless.
The Outer Rim needed people to step up and take responsibility for its wellbeing. She'd always campaigned on that promise and now it was time to take it to the next level.
She paused at the edge of the balcony to watch the fishing fleet head out with the evening tide while the recreational yachts made their way back into the harbor.
