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NOVEMBEAT2024 Day 19 Slow Orbit
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When Vigil lands at the top of the stairs, he is greeted by the purple glow of an Argon Solarian. • “Hello, Vigil.” She bows to him. • Vigil immediately recognizes the woman as Ancilla Argon, his father’s professional assistant. She carries herself with a deliberate, calculated posture, and is the very picture of professionalism and formality. Vigil may have been intimidated by her, if they weren’t around the same age, and they hadn’t known each other for a few years already. He still might be. • “Your father has assigned me to help keep track of your duties for Ambassador Magister.” Ancilla informs him. “There is a lot to keep track of, and it is important work. I assume you know the basic requirements of your work?” • “Yes, I think so.” Vigil nods. “I’m in charge of gathering Magister’s campaign promises, and comparing his progress to his goals, right? If there’s time, I may even create a schedule for him to follow so that he can meet his goals before re-election season. My only concern is that I don’t have enough presence to feel like I can really become a problem for him.” • Ancilla smiles, and softens a little bit. • “I keep telling Vilicus that you’re smarter than he gives you credit for.” She hesitates for a moment, but then steps aside, letting him pass her. “...Have you seen? You have your own office here. It’s that way.” • “Oh? Really?” Vigil asks. “Well, lead the way!” • He follows her to a corner office that’s well furnished with two desks, one for Vigil, and a smaller one for Ancilla herself. • Vigil whistles, before taking a seat at his desk, and inspecting some of the files on the top of the desks. • “Is it just me, or is this a lot for a temporary position like this?” Vigil asks her. • “Well.” Ancilla smirks. “You are the son of Vilicus Helium, after all. People want to see you succeed. You know how much a favor can be worth in this economy.” • “I don’t suppose you pulled a few strings as well?” Vigil raises an eyebrow at her. • “Now.” She smirks even harder at him somehow. “Why would I do a silly thing like that? That would be an extremely unprofessional thing for me to do, just to make sure we get to work together more often.” • “I… See.” • If Vigil didn’t already glow reddish-pink, he definitely was now. • “Well, um.” He clears his throat. “Speaking of professional, let’s start with the… Public Spaceport funding? I believe Ambassador Magister promised two hundred new spaceports, fully staffed?” • “Ah. Well. Finding enough Xenons and Kryptons willing to relocate has been… Difficult.” • She picks up one of the papers out of the open file. • “You can see here, he’s currently opened one hundred and ten spaceports, but they’re operating at something of a skeleton crew.” • Vigil looks over the other documents. • “Perhaps we could propose staffing Radons, as well…?” Vigil muses. “I know they tend to scare people, but they are diligent workers…” • - - - - - - • More Solarians! • I like these guys because they're very heavily structured politics guys made of animated stardust, which combines two things I really like: science, and the specific mechanics of government and politics. • And because of that, I occasionally get input on how they're written. :D • Anyways have a thing. • Links and Stuff: • Bandcamp: https://backspinzx.bandcamp.com/ • Instagram: / backspinzx • Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/backspinzx.b... • Twitter: / backspinzx • Charles’ Tumblr: / charlezarrd • Charles’ AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Cha...
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