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@Krayzikk@Shiyonichi
She probably shouldn't have expected a handshake from somebody whose hands were occupied by a PDA. Sadb awkwardly lowered her hand in the ensuing silence, hoping for the girl to speak - well, for some other noise to prompt the conversation in another direction so she could escape the hole that the exchange had collapsed into. It was like quicksand. There was absolutely no way out by herself.
Which was why she mentally breathed a sigh of relief when Hazel started tapping again.
"Likewise, Miss Stoll," she replied, her cheer slightly more than necessary. Even if Hazel was pretty stilted through the mechanical tones of the PDA's TTS program, it was at least a start to further communication. And the arrival of another of the pilots (Adam, if she remembered her files correctly) only helped push that along. "And it's nice to meet you too, Lieutenant Su -um, you're fine with Adam?"
There was a note of hesitation in her voice as she shifted her attentions towards the newcomer.
She wasn't entirely sure if it was proper to be so casual with someone she would be briefing soon. Well, more of a handover, but answering the questions was essentially akin to a briefing, wasn't it?
She probably shouldn't have expected a handshake from somebody whose hands were occupied by a PDA. Sadb awkwardly lowered her hand in the ensuing silence, hoping for the girl to speak - well, for some other noise to prompt the conversation in another direction so she could escape the hole that the exchange had collapsed into. It was like quicksand. There was absolutely no way out by herself.
Which was why she mentally breathed a sigh of relief when Hazel started tapping again.
"Likewise, Miss Stoll," she replied, her cheer slightly more than necessary. Even if Hazel was pretty stilted through the mechanical tones of the PDA's TTS program, it was at least a start to further communication. And the arrival of another of the pilots (Adam, if she remembered her files correctly) only helped push that along. "And it's nice to meet you too, Lieutenant Su -um, you're fine with Adam?"
There was a note of hesitation in her voice as she shifted her attentions towards the newcomer.
She wasn't entirely sure if it was proper to be so casual with someone she would be briefing soon. Well, more of a handover, but answering the questions was essentially akin to a briefing, wasn't it?
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Mao Industries HQ Reception, Cerevis City, the Moon
Being greeted by a text-to-speech program was a bit disorienting, even if she'd known it would happen beforehand. Sadb couldn't lie about that. People usually either spoke with an actual voice or used sign language. Not via a PDA. Admittedly, her ability to recognise signs wasn't exactly up to scratch, but despite TTS being more for her benefit than the girl's (it would be killer on her fingers to keep typing on that thing for extended periods of time), it was still sort of unnerving. There was no point however, putting herself in a tizzy just because of the manner Hazel Ada Stoll was communicating to her in. She had one job right now, and that was ... correcting the mistaken assumption.
"I'm, um, actually Federation Intelligence," she said sheepishly, rising to her feet and holding out a hand for Hazel to shake. "There ... won't be any Mao Industries staff attending this meeting, sorry."
She had daydreamed of working for Mao Industries once or twice. All their operatives and workers seemed like they were on top of their game, which was more than she could say for the rest of her branch. They were just too lacking in professionalism; if Ring Mao hadn't left the Federation Army for the life of a corporate executive and was instead working in Intelligence, then any branch she found herself in charge of (like hopefully Sadb's in this hypothetical yet impossible scenario) would be brimming with the best agents who weren't irresponsible and prone to sloth. She mentally sighed. It was a nice dream, but her only escape was a transfer request, and it was pretty unlikely that she'd quit to join up with an arms company.
For one, it was on the Moon.
If God was smiling on her, then once this meeting was over and done with, she could head straight back to Earth to breathe in actual air in a place where there was an actual sky. Instead of being stuck in Cerevis City with its lack of stuff to do and general nonexistence of blue things above them.
"Is this the rest of your team?" asked the Intelligence agent, her eyes glancing slightly away from Hazel to look behind the girl at any other Federation pilots who were piling in through the doors.
Mao Industries HQ Reception, Cerevis City, the Moon
Being greeted by a text-to-speech program was a bit disorienting, even if she'd known it would happen beforehand. Sadb couldn't lie about that. People usually either spoke with an actual voice or used sign language. Not via a PDA. Admittedly, her ability to recognise signs wasn't exactly up to scratch, but despite TTS being more for her benefit than the girl's (it would be killer on her fingers to keep typing on that thing for extended periods of time), it was still sort of unnerving. There was no point however, putting herself in a tizzy just because of the manner Hazel Ada Stoll was communicating to her in. She had one job right now, and that was ... correcting the mistaken assumption.
"I'm, um, actually Federation Intelligence," she said sheepishly, rising to her feet and holding out a hand for Hazel to shake. "There ... won't be any Mao Industries staff attending this meeting, sorry."
She had daydreamed of working for Mao Industries once or twice. All their operatives and workers seemed like they were on top of their game, which was more than she could say for the rest of her branch. They were just too lacking in professionalism; if Ring Mao hadn't left the Federation Army for the life of a corporate executive and was instead working in Intelligence, then any branch she found herself in charge of (like hopefully Sadb's in this hypothetical yet impossible scenario) would be brimming with the best agents who weren't irresponsible and prone to sloth. She mentally sighed. It was a nice dream, but her only escape was a transfer request, and it was pretty unlikely that she'd quit to join up with an arms company.
For one, it was on the Moon.
If God was smiling on her, then once this meeting was over and done with, she could head straight back to Earth to breathe in actual air in a place where there was an actual sky. Instead of being stuck in Cerevis City with its lack of stuff to do and general nonexistence of blue things above them.
"Is this the rest of your team?" asked the Intelligence agent, her eyes glancing slightly away from Hazel to look behind the girl at any other Federation pilots who were piling in through the doors.
Mao Industries HQ Reception, Cerevis City, the Moon
Click.
Click.
Click.
Sadb Piloqutinnguaq slumped back into the aging leather sofa with a sigh, D-Con loosely gripped in her hands as music faintly played from the earphones plugged into the device. Even though Cerevis City had been colonised for several decades already, there really was a dearth of radio stations. It would always be the same thing: the news, pop music, reggae, and the oldies. She didn't know how the lunar colonists dealt with it. It wasn't too bad for a while, but having the exact same stuff all the time? She'd go crazy! Did they really like German synth-pop that much?
She wished she was back on Earth. She missed having a sky above her head instead of a stupid dome. She wished she could hold a barbecue without being hit with a violation of public safety. That was just super unfair. The Moon was stupid.
The young woman huffed, ignoring the glances of nearby employees and visitors who were likely wondering why someone like her was monopolising one of the couches. Sadb honestly had the same question. She understood the entire thing about taking notes for the meeting with Mao, but why was she the one who had to stick around and meet up with a team of EFA pilots? It was because her boss wanted to go schmooze with industrialists at a dinner and she was the only other person in the delegation with the necessary clearance, wasn't it? Wasn't that irresponsible of him? Ditching the transfer of important files and filling in of info onto a lower-ranked agent because she didn't have anything else to do that evening? She vowed to herself that she wouldn't be that unprofessional when she was in charge. But if she was to have any chance of getting to the top, she really needed to send in that transfer request. Other branches couldn't possibly be as bad as hers.
Major Yeager seemed like a nice guy ...
Sadb vigorously shook her head. Her right earphone popped out, which she hurriedly grabbed and slid back in.
As cathartic it was to daydream about transferring to another branch and climbing to the top of the agent food chain, she still (unfortunately) had a job to do, and it was nearly time for the pilots to arrive. Mao Industries had graciously allowed them the use of a conference room for the meeting and handover, which was actually pretty convenient for her, given that she'd just been leaving the lunar headquarters before her boss dumped the job on her. It also meant that she had to wait for over an hour in the reception, but no matter how much she wanted to complain (a lot), there was no changing that. At least she didn't need to run all around Cerevis City in search of them or anything. Or make the handover in a Chinese restaurant. There were a lot of Chinese restaurants on the Moon.
She was digressing again.
Sadb sat up, straightening her back as she gathered her thoughts.
First thing: greet the pilots when they entered - brown eyes glanced in the direction of the transparent automatic doors to her left - and lead them to the private conference room. She could do that.
Second thing: hand over the important documents to each member of the squad. All the necessary files were securely stored in the briefcase at her side. She gently patted it to reassure herself of its existence. No problem there.
Third thing: quickly answer any questions that were within her clearance level. Not too confident on that, actually, but she hoped she could sneak off before they got too curious. She was just a messenger.
Maybe she could've been more curious about the Federation's new UTX Team, but it was hard to muster up any enthusiasm for learning more about them when she had access to all their individual profiles. And whatever mission they decided best fit their mandate was something she had faith in them to complete successfully. No need to worry about that.
They seemed like pretty competent folks.
She switched off the radio on her D-Con, eyes facing the door once more.
Just a little longer, and they would be here.
"... recently awarded to Miss Hamill for ..."
Click.
"... the economic impact of President Midcrid's Aegis Plan would ..."
Click.
" ... Brightbridge shall sign out for the evening, wishing an equanimous night for all loyal listeners ..."
Click.
Sadb Piloqutinnguaq slumped back into the aging leather sofa with a sigh, D-Con loosely gripped in her hands as music faintly played from the earphones plugged into the device. Even though Cerevis City had been colonised for several decades already, there really was a dearth of radio stations. It would always be the same thing: the news, pop music, reggae, and the oldies. She didn't know how the lunar colonists dealt with it. It wasn't too bad for a while, but having the exact same stuff all the time? She'd go crazy! Did they really like German synth-pop that much?
She wished she was back on Earth. She missed having a sky above her head instead of a stupid dome. She wished she could hold a barbecue without being hit with a violation of public safety. That was just super unfair. The Moon was stupid.
The young woman huffed, ignoring the glances of nearby employees and visitors who were likely wondering why someone like her was monopolising one of the couches. Sadb honestly had the same question. She understood the entire thing about taking notes for the meeting with Mao, but why was she the one who had to stick around and meet up with a team of EFA pilots? It was because her boss wanted to go schmooze with industrialists at a dinner and she was the only other person in the delegation with the necessary clearance, wasn't it? Wasn't that irresponsible of him? Ditching the transfer of important files and filling in of info onto a lower-ranked agent because she didn't have anything else to do that evening? She vowed to herself that she wouldn't be that unprofessional when she was in charge. But if she was to have any chance of getting to the top, she really needed to send in that transfer request. Other branches couldn't possibly be as bad as hers.
Major Yeager seemed like a nice guy ...
Sadb vigorously shook her head. Her right earphone popped out, which she hurriedly grabbed and slid back in.
As cathartic it was to daydream about transferring to another branch and climbing to the top of the agent food chain, she still (unfortunately) had a job to do, and it was nearly time for the pilots to arrive. Mao Industries had graciously allowed them the use of a conference room for the meeting and handover, which was actually pretty convenient for her, given that she'd just been leaving the lunar headquarters before her boss dumped the job on her. It also meant that she had to wait for over an hour in the reception, but no matter how much she wanted to complain (a lot), there was no changing that. At least she didn't need to run all around Cerevis City in search of them or anything. Or make the handover in a Chinese restaurant. There were a lot of Chinese restaurants on the Moon.
She was digressing again.
Sadb sat up, straightening her back as she gathered her thoughts.
First thing: greet the pilots when they entered - brown eyes glanced in the direction of the transparent automatic doors to her left - and lead them to the private conference room. She could do that.
Second thing: hand over the important documents to each member of the squad. All the necessary files were securely stored in the briefcase at her side. She gently patted it to reassure herself of its existence. No problem there.
Third thing: quickly answer any questions that were within her clearance level. Not too confident on that, actually, but she hoped she could sneak off before they got too curious. She was just a messenger.
Maybe she could've been more curious about the Federation's new UTX Team, but it was hard to muster up any enthusiasm for learning more about them when she had access to all their individual profiles. And whatever mission they decided best fit their mandate was something she had faith in them to complete successfully. No need to worry about that.
They seemed like pretty competent folks.
She switched off the radio on her D-Con, eyes facing the door once more.
Just a little longer, and they would be here.
Going to be posting the IC later today.
By the way, do you guys see your dudes as fresh recruits or already settled in somewhat?
@Write Go for it.
Incidentally, I decided to bite the bullet and throw in a Discord channel for kicks so feel free to use this if you guys really want to.
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