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She hated being stuck at a desk. It was small, it smelled too heavily of whomever was in it last, it had no outside view, not that the sight outside was one she really cared for. The whole situation was enraging. It was however a fitting punishment for one who seemed more fond of letting her claws do all the talking over her mouth. When her moth did talk the words were hardly ones typically favored by her Republic overlords.
Asami fuyu, the huntress of the north, former pirate and mercenary punched at the overly small keys with her extended claws. Her pads were far too large for an obviously human hand. They had offered her a touch holo display that JE had donated to many of the Republic offices, however when turned on for the day it made a sudden pop noise that startled the massive feline and caused her to throw the device out the nearest window.
Another 3 months was added to her relocation.
Her task here was fairly simple, sorting through reports and select priorities, send them off to local planetary defense agencies such as the senate guard, or military stations around the system. She considered it little more than dispatching work, no worthy of the Captian position she purchased. Other times she would deal with things personally. While this initially sounded 'fun' there was a major " no hands" policy. This extended to claws as well.
It was one of those times, she noted as she looked at the page light above her screen. Another day, another prey species coming to complain that someone looked at them in a mean way, or discovered a nefarious plan to wipe out the senate using table salt, caf and radio-waves channeled through the sacred crystal of zarthon of the klebac empire."
pushing from her seat the Horansi made her way through the series of halls until reaching the main terminal, pushing open the door would bring her into the main lobby and into contact with the next case of crazies who had a complaint.
Asami fuyu, the huntress of the north, former pirate and mercenary punched at the overly small keys with her extended claws. Her pads were far too large for an obviously human hand. They had offered her a touch holo display that JE had donated to many of the Republic offices, however when turned on for the day it made a sudden pop noise that startled the massive feline and caused her to throw the device out the nearest window.
Another 3 months was added to her relocation.
Her task here was fairly simple, sorting through reports and select priorities, send them off to local planetary defense agencies such as the senate guard, or military stations around the system. She considered it little more than dispatching work, no worthy of the Captian position she purchased. Other times she would deal with things personally. While this initially sounded 'fun' there was a major " no hands" policy. This extended to claws as well.
It was one of those times, she noted as she looked at the page light above her screen. Another day, another prey species coming to complain that someone looked at them in a mean way, or discovered a nefarious plan to wipe out the senate using table salt, caf and radio-waves channeled through the sacred crystal of zarthon of the klebac empire."
pushing from her seat the Horansi made her way through the series of halls until reaching the main terminal, pushing open the door would bring her into the main lobby and into contact with the next case of crazies who had a complaint.