Obsessively Compulsive Chief of Security
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| year | 317 CE (2380) |
| posted | May 11 2003 |
| previous | Land of Plenty |
| next | Inspecting the Ship |
Lt. JG Anastasia Medea
Ann gave a cursory glance around her new office. In her opinion, rather plain suited her style perfectly. After all, the chief of security was all about work. All work and no play could make her dull, but... she didn't give a rat's butt.
The new chief was someone that people instantly drew away from. Not because of her looks; she was quite lovely. It was all about personality. Did she mean to scare the utter sense out of her officers? In a way, yes... in a way, no. Respect was of the utmost importance to her. Respect, discipline, and smooth running of operations were key to her department.
Picking up her coffee mug with her right hand, she let her left hand run over her desk. A rather disgusted look crossed her face. The surface was absolutely sticky! Her mind ran rampant with the possibilities of what the substance could be. Sighing, she wiped it off with a wet wipe she kept in her desk for such moments as these.
Nodding, she was satisfied at the cleanliness of her environment at the moment. Taking another sip of her coffee, she was interrupted from her thoughts by a knock at her doorway.
▷ continued ◁
