You want to get a better look at that big, green mech without any arms, but you also want to survive the day. You decide to stay a few feet away from the door.
"So...um...do you like simgames?" You ask awkwardly, while the sound of things breaking echoes from behind you.
One of the secretaries sniffs disapprovingly, while another nods, "Yes, I'm a huge gamer! I've played everything that's come out for the PC in the last few years."
By Jove, you're surrounded by casuals. Absolute fucking casuals. You suppress the Fairchild-like look of pure disapproval on your face, adjust your glasses, and are thankfully spared from having to change the topic as, from behind you, Hermione Fairchild's voice rings out at glass-breaking decibels.
"YOU DARE MOCK ME YOU PUTRESCENT LITTLE SHIT!?"
You and the secretaries all wince in unison. One of them sighs, "I suppose it's for the best that she's only getting this upset a few days before we move to the Iulia Maesa."
"Iulia Maesa? Is she another friend of the general's?" You think back, trying to recall the name.
The secretary laughs, "They just finished the first Mekong-class on Europa, the Iulia Maesa, it's going to be presented to General Fairchild as her personal vessel upon her return to Jupiter. It's going to be sad to see the Jaburo go, they're giving it to Colonel Hatsheput and having most of the essential staff replaced. I think some prisoners are being moved, too...gods, I hope so." she shudders, "That renegade Terran gives me the creeps."
You've never even seen a Terran, "Anyone else?"
The woman shrugs, "It's classified."
You nod. Of course it's classified.
"I WAS GOING TO TAKE HER TO THE FINEST HOTEL ON THIS MISERABLE ROCK! THE FINEST! WE WOULD HAVE BATHED TOGETHER IN LUNARIAN CHAMPAGNE...BUT NO...NO I'M 'JUST A FRIEND'! PLUTO TAKE YOU, ROARKE STARWIND! MAY YOUR GENITALS ROT FROM JEGAN FUNGUS!"
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