Taataani Meorrrei
Sep 4th, 2011, 02:15:44 PM
Something about spaceflight just put Taataani Meorrrei off. No natural light, no warm air with a hint of a breeze, and aside from a fly-by of a nebula or somesuch, no real beautiful vistas. So when she travelled, she had to do it right. A yacht, done to the nines with full service and accomodations was the only way to travel, and the only way for Madame Meorrrei to bear her burden with grace.
One of her men worked her on a padded massage table, kneading her supple curves with experienced hands as she looked over no less than six reports on a holo-canvas just below her field of vision. Sipping at wine periodically, she bought stocks, corresponded with presidents of various companies, and worked on a letter to T'yeellaa, which she had scrapped three times over. A notification on the holo told her she had an incoming message, and her lips turned upward at the pleasant distraction. She dismissed her manservant with a few quick words, and he draped a silk blanket over her derriere as she brought up the image of Kallum Romanoch before her.
"Kallum, darrljing, jyou got mjy messsage? jYou'rre qujite nearrljy punctual."
She'd sent him off on a company ship to "find" some "lost" cargo, and there was an understanding of how much he'd write off as a total loss, and also that he would be leaving a beacon behind to signal an Alliance pickup for the rest. They'd orchestrated several dumps of cargo in such a fashion before, and it was working rather well. Nothing flagged as particularly dangerous or noteworthy, but material that the Alliance sorely would need to maintain and repair starships.
One of her men worked her on a padded massage table, kneading her supple curves with experienced hands as she looked over no less than six reports on a holo-canvas just below her field of vision. Sipping at wine periodically, she bought stocks, corresponded with presidents of various companies, and worked on a letter to T'yeellaa, which she had scrapped three times over. A notification on the holo told her she had an incoming message, and her lips turned upward at the pleasant distraction. She dismissed her manservant with a few quick words, and he draped a silk blanket over her derriere as she brought up the image of Kallum Romanoch before her.
"Kallum, darrljing, jyou got mjy messsage? jYou'rre qujite nearrljy punctual."
She'd sent him off on a company ship to "find" some "lost" cargo, and there was an understanding of how much he'd write off as a total loss, and also that he would be leaving a beacon behind to signal an Alliance pickup for the rest. They'd orchestrated several dumps of cargo in such a fashion before, and it was working rather well. Nothing flagged as particularly dangerous or noteworthy, but material that the Alliance sorely would need to maintain and repair starships.