The Sequel
Location: Wann Tsir
Objective: Assist with diplomacy
Kirie stepped off the Chancellor’s ship, the Free Lady, slowly making her way down the boarding ramp. Today was her first time traveling to another system since she’d been hired as a secretary in the senate building on Commenor. To mark the occasion, and because this was an official diplomatic mission, she had abandoned her usual cardigan and comfortable pants for a simple blue dress. Nothing fancy, but it would be enough that she did not draw any unwanted attention to herself by violating the dress code. She looked around the landing pad as she walked down the ramp. In a lot of ways, Wann Tsir was a lot like her home world of Balmorra. It was developed, and industrial. Unemployment was rife here, much like her home. If it was anything like Balmorra, then the people were weary of the way things were, but lacked the charismatic leader required to challenge the status quo, and create change. That was why they were here, she supposed.
It had torn her apart when she’d had to leave her home, but life in her system was becoming hard, there was not enough work, or food to go around. To spare her parents from the burden of caring for her, she left on her 20th birthday, not daring to say goodbye lest she lacked the strength to go. That had been her first act of independence in her life, and in many ways it was like starting anew, a clean slate of sorts. For a deaf girl adrift in the galaxy, there had of course been challenges, it was difficult to find work, or somewhere to stay. Most of the crews in the spaceports didn’t have a single person who spoke GBSL, so she’d struggled even to afford food. She’d stowed away to get between spaceports. Eventually, she ended up on Commenor, and, thanks to a number of administrative staff that were fluent in sign she’d got a job as an administrator in the senate building, running memos between the various senators, and advisors. Sometimes even the King or Queen. It was a thankless job, but at least it was good work.
Kirie hurried after the precession that had entered the hotel, over her shoulder was a brown bag with various papers, mostly documents and identification for Wann Tsir Customs. More importantly, inside the bag was her pager. The little vibrating device kept her connected with her employers on Commenor, who, it seemed, were constantly requesting a new document on this senator or that diplomat. Even when she was in an entirely different system they wouldn't leave her alone. Catching up with the group, she politely nodded and signed, Sorry I’m late, I was finishing some paperwork. Hopefully, someone in this group actually spoke sign. She could speak, but it always came out strangled, varying in pitch and volume. It frustrated her that she’d been deaf for 14 years, and yet she still couldn’t control her speech. She really ought to invest in a translator, but she couldn’t imagine ever finding enough money to get one.
Objective: Assist with diplomacy
Kirie stepped off the Chancellor’s ship, the Free Lady, slowly making her way down the boarding ramp. Today was her first time traveling to another system since she’d been hired as a secretary in the senate building on Commenor. To mark the occasion, and because this was an official diplomatic mission, she had abandoned her usual cardigan and comfortable pants for a simple blue dress. Nothing fancy, but it would be enough that she did not draw any unwanted attention to herself by violating the dress code. She looked around the landing pad as she walked down the ramp. In a lot of ways, Wann Tsir was a lot like her home world of Balmorra. It was developed, and industrial. Unemployment was rife here, much like her home. If it was anything like Balmorra, then the people were weary of the way things were, but lacked the charismatic leader required to challenge the status quo, and create change. That was why they were here, she supposed.
It had torn her apart when she’d had to leave her home, but life in her system was becoming hard, there was not enough work, or food to go around. To spare her parents from the burden of caring for her, she left on her 20th birthday, not daring to say goodbye lest she lacked the strength to go. That had been her first act of independence in her life, and in many ways it was like starting anew, a clean slate of sorts. For a deaf girl adrift in the galaxy, there had of course been challenges, it was difficult to find work, or somewhere to stay. Most of the crews in the spaceports didn’t have a single person who spoke GBSL, so she’d struggled even to afford food. She’d stowed away to get between spaceports. Eventually, she ended up on Commenor, and, thanks to a number of administrative staff that were fluent in sign she’d got a job as an administrator in the senate building, running memos between the various senators, and advisors. Sometimes even the King or Queen. It was a thankless job, but at least it was good work.
Kirie hurried after the precession that had entered the hotel, over her shoulder was a brown bag with various papers, mostly documents and identification for Wann Tsir Customs. More importantly, inside the bag was her pager. The little vibrating device kept her connected with her employers on Commenor, who, it seemed, were constantly requesting a new document on this senator or that diplomat. Even when she was in an entirely different system they wouldn't leave her alone. Catching up with the group, she politely nodded and signed, Sorry I’m late, I was finishing some paperwork. Hopefully, someone in this group actually spoke sign. She could speak, but it always came out strangled, varying in pitch and volume. It frustrated her that she’d been deaf for 14 years, and yet she still couldn’t control her speech. She really ought to invest in a translator, but she couldn’t imagine ever finding enough money to get one.
| [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Bradshaw Ku"] | [member="Corey Brave"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"]
iplomacy
