Corporate Shogun
SK Heavy Industries Plastoid Assembly Plant ER-027
Cyrillia, Expansion Region, Concord Space
A horrid, gray, and polluted world. How anyone could decide to live in a place like this was beyond her.
Halseth Stanwick had thought that when she had first been informed of her upcoming visit to Cyrillia, and that is what she had continued to think for the majority of her tour of her new assembly plant, on the planet's surface. If one could even call it that. Out of all of her corporate responsibilities, factory tours were ordinarily among her favorite. Getting the opportunity to actually see the fruits of her corporation's labor, and the sheer might of what she had accomplished in her comparatively short time alive. It was normally exhilarating, and to some extent, for this trip, it still had been. Asking a variety of questions surrounding the inner workings of their new state-of-the-art assembly lines, and the many uses that plastoid could be put to.
Yet worlds like this had a peculiar ability to dampen her mood in a way not many things could.
The lack of fresh air and water. The fact that one could hardly even see the sky as it was meant to be seen on most days. She admired the industrialist attitude of these Cyrillians, and the products that they had made as a result. But at what cost? Stripping other worlds, moons, and systems for resources was perfectly acceptable, how else was one meant to grow and expand, to destroy one's own home however? Well even she was put to a pause by such a concept. Perhaps-No, certainly due to her own upbringing and heritage.
Finishing the tour following a number of hours, Halseth shook hands with the plant director, a red-faced, larger man, who had been in the business for about as long as she had been alive. Thanking him personally for all of the hard work he had put into getting the plant operational in time for the deadline, she politely 'asked' for some time to herself, in the plant's administrative office. Where she could finally rest, and perhaps hydrate herself to some extent with the water bottles she had instructed be placed there in preparation for her end of the tour. Internally sighing a breath of relief as she saw the plant director, and the other yes men that followed, disappearing down the long, concrete corridor, and around the corner.
Turning where she stood, she stepped through the automated set of doors, and into the office. Where she saw perhaps the most surprising thing this year..