Spring Cleaning (WIP)
The morning sun was rising from beyond the large trees of the Lavender Beds. The soft breeze and chirping of birds filled the air. It was only nearing 7 AM when the doors of Synth Workshop were forced open and held agape. A tiny mammet, Navy, was placing the door stop at the foot of each door. His oval eyes stared out into the yard, swiftly inspecting the area before turning to head inside. Just as quickly as he had crossed the entryway, a long leg stepped over him heading the opposite way. Laurilla Lamont emerged from inside. Her hair was tied back but hidden under her beret. She wore the typical Synth Uniform with her own boots for flare. Her hand reached up to her forehead where she formed a visor with her fingers.
“Good day to get this shit done, if you ask me,” she said out loud to no one in particular. Her legs were spread apart in a near superman pose, one arm on her hip and the other shielding her eyes. Navy came wobbling back outside with a large box in hand. It was filled with random bits and bobs, nothing of note. He placed it down on the ground gently then turned heel and retreated back inside to retrieve similar boxes. Laurilla leaned against the sakura tree close by as she watched the little fellow diligently working. A small smirk came across her face before a femanin voice walked out from beyond the doorway.
“Laurilla, it’s not fair to Navy if he’s the only one working, y’know?” a small giggle exited the person’s lips. A fluffy tailed Miqo’te with a short black bob stood before the door, her eyes shut in a smiling fashion. She too wore a similar uniform with a flare of her own. The blonde hyur sighed and stood properly. “I was simply takin’ a break, what’s so bad ‘bout that, Rimah?” she said, shaking her head as her arms gave her a shrug. G’rimah, or Rimah by her peers, chuckled before placing a hand on Laurilla’s shoulder. “A break before we’ve even begun? Isn’t that an odd concept.” Her words were simple yet her tone of voice conveyed a no-nonsense attitude. Laurilla chuckled awkwardly before removing the miqo’s hand from her person.
Laurilla Lamont, field supervisor and mining specialist. G’rimah Keet, cartographer and travel coordinator. The two had such different jobs yet always seemed intertwined somehow. Rimah was the older of the two, though her looks would never give that away. They were, oddly enough, fairly good friends. Since starting at the workshop the two had a back and forth that was interesting to watch. Both were equally loyal to the company but in their own separate ways.
“Anywho!” Rimah beamed with excitement, “Where are the others? Not up yet? Thought Ms. Lumiries said ‘bright and early’ ?” she asked, mimicking their boss’ mannerisms. Laurilla arched a brow, a bit impressed with her imitation. She pushed herself off the tree and marched over to the mog mailbox, checking for anything new. Navy continued to move in and out of the building with ease, forcing Rimah to step aside as he rushed by. “I doubt Zavir would be up before noon, that one’s a slacker if you ask me. But Aumont…” her eyes looked unamused “That boy should know better.” she scoffed and snickered at her ‘protégé’.
Zavir Zul, secretary. Aumont (TBD), botany specialist. Two of Synth’s youngest members, both Au Ra from the Ruby Sea. Zavir had a bubbly personality and was an airhead, while Aumont had a good work ethic but rarely followed through with his plans. As of now, they both appeared missing, most likely fast asleep in their quarters.
Rimah sat on the carbuncle bench near the yard’s fence. Laurilla turned to her as she was rummaging through the post they had received. “ ‘Practice what you preach’ isn’t that the saying?” Her smirk returned. The tiny mammet walked past her with another box in hand, to which the hyur would toss the envelopes into as he passed. The other woman crossed her legs as she sat on the edge of the bench, leaning forward with a smile. On its surface, her smile appeared friendly and inviting. Laurilla, however, knew that this kind of smile, as wide as it was, was very dangerous. Rimah was the resident mother of the bunch. She cares deeply for every one of her co-workers but expects nothing but the best from her team. As the young ones slept soundly in their beds, Rimah began to fume silently.
WIP