Post by Fox on Jan 7, 2020 4:07:04 GMT -5
Rosalyn wasn’t amused. In order to whip her into proper shape as a Marine Officer, her father had gone behind her back and gotten her reassigned. She knew it was him despite how he played innocent. He was terrible at lying. She would much rather be back in her lab, toying with her test subjects and conducting experiments and testing her prototypes. Mm. Her lukewarm efforts to please her father hadn’t been enough, she supposed. He had always pushed her to take the initiative and lead a proud crusade of justice. She’d had no particular design on a higher rank than Ensign, but being reassigned and ordered about by a very proactive captain made her reconsider.
Sighing heavily, Rosie tried distracting herself by glancing over to the docks. She had been ordered by her commanding officer to oversee a visiting marine ship transporting some sort of live cargo. From context clues, Rosie had determined that the cargo was probably people just from the whispers from the sailors aboard. She spared a thought or two what business someone might have transporting people around, but didn’t linger on it too long. They could be refugees or something of the like. Rosie couldn’t say she cared much to stick her nose into it. Adjusting her glasses, she looked down at the clipboard to see what was left. Currently, they were resupplying the ship with extra rations and medical supplies. They probably wouldn’t be done with that until sunset. After that… guard duty. Mm. Rosie leafed through her papers to figure out just who she would assign to the graveyard shift.
“Mm…”
“E-excuse me, ma’am!”
“Hrm?” Peering down her nose at the young marine standing dutifully at attention in front of her, Rosie gestured for him to speak.
“We’ve finished our inspection! Um… everything seems up to code, but I’m a little… worried about the passengers.”
Rosie raised an eyebrow at that and hunched over the young marine, completely covering him with her looming shadow. “Oh…? Pray tell. What are your concerns…?”
A little taken aback by her sudden looming presence, the little marine stood his ground, which made an unpleasantly crooked smile appear on Rosie’s face. Still, he didn’t falter. He gathered up his courage and held true. Adorable. Rosie had to resist the impulse to pat him on the head like a little puppy.
“Well, ma’am! It seems some of them are injured and haven’t received medical attention.”
“Oh, is that all? That’s no trouble. I’ll arrange for their care. Good work, dismissed, and all that…” Retracting and standing up straight again, she waved the marine away dismissively. She caught the relieved look that he gave her and tuned out his thanks and acknowledgement. She added another item to her to-do list. She would have to find that good-for-nothing that ran the ship. Well, it would be a nice break from her duties as an overseer. Plus, loading up cargo was something even slaves could do with reliability. She could also pick up some lunch. Wouldn’t that be nice? Pushing up her glasses and grinning, Rosie turned to head into town.
Sighing heavily, Rosie tried distracting herself by glancing over to the docks. She had been ordered by her commanding officer to oversee a visiting marine ship transporting some sort of live cargo. From context clues, Rosie had determined that the cargo was probably people just from the whispers from the sailors aboard. She spared a thought or two what business someone might have transporting people around, but didn’t linger on it too long. They could be refugees or something of the like. Rosie couldn’t say she cared much to stick her nose into it. Adjusting her glasses, she looked down at the clipboard to see what was left. Currently, they were resupplying the ship with extra rations and medical supplies. They probably wouldn’t be done with that until sunset. After that… guard duty. Mm. Rosie leafed through her papers to figure out just who she would assign to the graveyard shift.
“Mm…”
“E-excuse me, ma’am!”
“Hrm?” Peering down her nose at the young marine standing dutifully at attention in front of her, Rosie gestured for him to speak.
“We’ve finished our inspection! Um… everything seems up to code, but I’m a little… worried about the passengers.”
Rosie raised an eyebrow at that and hunched over the young marine, completely covering him with her looming shadow. “Oh…? Pray tell. What are your concerns…?”
A little taken aback by her sudden looming presence, the little marine stood his ground, which made an unpleasantly crooked smile appear on Rosie’s face. Still, he didn’t falter. He gathered up his courage and held true. Adorable. Rosie had to resist the impulse to pat him on the head like a little puppy.
“Well, ma’am! It seems some of them are injured and haven’t received medical attention.”
“Oh, is that all? That’s no trouble. I’ll arrange for their care. Good work, dismissed, and all that…” Retracting and standing up straight again, she waved the marine away dismissively. She caught the relieved look that he gave her and tuned out his thanks and acknowledgement. She added another item to her to-do list. She would have to find that good-for-nothing that ran the ship. Well, it would be a nice break from her duties as an overseer. Plus, loading up cargo was something even slaves could do with reliability. She could also pick up some lunch. Wouldn’t that be nice? Pushing up her glasses and grinning, Rosie turned to head into town.