Post by nebulaflare on Jan 11, 2014 4:07:05 GMT
This may or may not become my new security character for Aurora. But my muse sang her song and inspired me to introduce her.
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Clover McWolfe was seated behind her desk. She looked over the files of papers she was working on, and set her pen down. She glanced over at the clock on the wall. Four-fifteen in the afternoon. Four fifteen, and thirty seconds.
A knock sounded on the door. McWolfe picked up her pen and resumed writing. “Enter.”
The airlocks hissed open. “…Ms. McWolfe?” a young voice asked.
“You’re late.” McWolfe finally looked up. A young female officer hesitantly entered the plush office. Her jackboots were dull, and her uniform had a slight wrinkle. Her belt hung loosely around her hip, clipped with various equipment. She wore her red hair in a ponytail, but wisps of hair had escaped the hair tie, and hung loosely around her face.
The officer threw a quick glace to the wall. “I’m…it’s Four fift-“
Clover narrowed her eyes. “You’re late, Miss Watson…”
Rose paused. “..Four fifteen.” she finished.
Clover quietly tapped her pen on the desk, as if daring the officer to continue. Rose cleared her throat. “…Sorry,” Rose quickly apologized.
Clover slowly stood up, walked up to the new recruit, and stopped a moderate distance from her. Clover leveled her eyes to Rose. “…You are late, Watson,” Clover said quietly. “From now on, you come on time, you do not talk back, and you do not interrupt me while I am speaking. Is that understood?”
Rose returned a steady gaze. “…Yes Ma’am…”
Clover’s eyes narrowed. “Do you have an issue with me?”
Rose blinked. “…No ma’am?”
“…Then I don’t want to hear any attitude in your tone.” Clover said. “Is that understood?!” she barked.
Rose jerked back slightly, breaking eye contact. “Yes Ma’am...”
Clover reached over and grabbed Rose’s jaw, firmly directing her eyes back up. “That’s ‘Yes. Ma’am.’” Clover said quietly, before releasing her hold on Rose.
Rose hesitated for a brief, split second. “Yes Ma’am,” she repeated.
“Good,” Clover said, turning and walking around Rose. “I can’t imagine why the Brass wanted you to partake in ERT training, Rose Watson. You got picked off the streets of New London and tossed aboard a Nanotransen research station. A criminal drug addict who weaseled her way up into the prestigious rank among Nanotransen’s top agents. You are impudent, coarse, and unskilled. You lack discipline.”
Rose’s face twitched slightly at the jabs of insults, but she kept her mouth shut.
“…You have something to say?” Clover asked.
“No ma’am.”
“Then you’re a fast learner, and there may be some hope for you yet. Dismissed.”
Rose hesitated, shifting her weight, unsure of what to do. Clover turned and eyed Rose. “Dismissed!” Clover barked. Rose quickly spun around and hurried back out the door.
Clover sat back down on her desk, opening the folders on her desk. "...This is going to be a lot of work..."
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Clover McWolfe was seated behind her desk. She looked over the files of papers she was working on, and set her pen down. She glanced over at the clock on the wall. Four-fifteen in the afternoon. Four fifteen, and thirty seconds.
A knock sounded on the door. McWolfe picked up her pen and resumed writing. “Enter.”
The airlocks hissed open. “…Ms. McWolfe?” a young voice asked.
“You’re late.” McWolfe finally looked up. A young female officer hesitantly entered the plush office. Her jackboots were dull, and her uniform had a slight wrinkle. Her belt hung loosely around her hip, clipped with various equipment. She wore her red hair in a ponytail, but wisps of hair had escaped the hair tie, and hung loosely around her face.
The officer threw a quick glace to the wall. “I’m…it’s Four fift-“
Clover narrowed her eyes. “You’re late, Miss Watson…”
Rose paused. “..Four fifteen.” she finished.
Clover quietly tapped her pen on the desk, as if daring the officer to continue. Rose cleared her throat. “…Sorry,” Rose quickly apologized.
Clover slowly stood up, walked up to the new recruit, and stopped a moderate distance from her. Clover leveled her eyes to Rose. “…You are late, Watson,” Clover said quietly. “From now on, you come on time, you do not talk back, and you do not interrupt me while I am speaking. Is that understood?”
Rose returned a steady gaze. “…Yes Ma’am…”
Clover’s eyes narrowed. “Do you have an issue with me?”
Rose blinked. “…No ma’am?”
“…Then I don’t want to hear any attitude in your tone.” Clover said. “Is that understood?!” she barked.
Rose jerked back slightly, breaking eye contact. “Yes Ma’am...”
Clover reached over and grabbed Rose’s jaw, firmly directing her eyes back up. “That’s ‘Yes. Ma’am.’” Clover said quietly, before releasing her hold on Rose.
Rose hesitated for a brief, split second. “Yes Ma’am,” she repeated.
“Good,” Clover said, turning and walking around Rose. “I can’t imagine why the Brass wanted you to partake in ERT training, Rose Watson. You got picked off the streets of New London and tossed aboard a Nanotransen research station. A criminal drug addict who weaseled her way up into the prestigious rank among Nanotransen’s top agents. You are impudent, coarse, and unskilled. You lack discipline.”
Rose’s face twitched slightly at the jabs of insults, but she kept her mouth shut.
“…You have something to say?” Clover asked.
“No ma’am.”
“Then you’re a fast learner, and there may be some hope for you yet. Dismissed.”
Rose hesitated, shifting her weight, unsure of what to do. Clover turned and eyed Rose. “Dismissed!” Clover barked. Rose quickly spun around and hurried back out the door.
Clover sat back down on her desk, opening the folders on her desk. "...This is going to be a lot of work..."
