cedric_wyndom (cedric_wyndom) wrote in kobols_legacies, @ 2007-12-26 22:30:00 |
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Current location: | The Prime Ministers Office |
Entry tags: | (c) cedric wyndom |
Containment
Early in the morning, Cedric sat silently near the windows in his office, as he read one of a dozen reports that lay in lap, as he waited for his aids to arrive. Rarely did the reports ever offer good news regarding the status of the fleet, and at times they left him rubbing his head in distress as he pondered the effect on the fleet, but he did enjoy the rare opportunity it offered to be alone and read, in what had become a restrained life of cabinet meetings, paperwork, and war with the press.
Like many in the fleet, he did not expect or actively pursue what was now his regular life. And as a Father of Confederation, he never knew what a new Parliamentary style democracy would truly mean for the fleet. But as the First Prime Minister, he’s appreciated the trust and opportunities placed in him, to shape and preserve the new democracy.
“Good morning, Sir.” The three aids announced in near unison, as they entered through the open door to the Prime Ministers Office.
“Morning, what’s new?” Cedric asked as he grabbed the reports on his lap as he rose from his chair and proceeded over to his desk.
“Well we’ve received reports of an outbreak of Tartarus Flu on the Lernaean Hydra, but the Captain believes it’s contained.” Replied John, the oldest of the three.
“Good, have the Health and Welfare minister transfer over some doctors for the next couple days, lets make sure its actually contained, and not just the captain blowing some smoke.” Replied Cedric, as he placed his former reading material down and walked behind his desk to grab his suit coat.
“And industrial workers from the Granite Moon have requested a meeting, they’re complaining about being over worked.” Announced Roz, chief of staff to Cedric.
“Fine, schedule it for after the cabinet meeting this evening, and be sure to have the Ministers of Labour and industry there as well, maybe we can do some shuffling.”
All three aids momentarily turned to look at one another, before Deirdre the youngest of the group, handed Cedric a folder and said. “We think there’s something you should see sir.”
Cedric looked over at them puzzled, as he finished putting on his coat, and read through the folder. ”Hull compositions, crew manifests, equipment lists? What is this?” Cedric asked as he continued to read through the folder.
“It’s a preliminary list report, prioritizing components and equipment inventory of the civilian fleet, commissioned by the admiral, sir.” Replied John.
“Frak” Cedric muttered to himself, as he ran his fingers through his hair in a sign of frustration as he glared through the porthole window, and sighed for a moment as he peered down at his watch, before turning back to the aids and ordering. “Get me over there to see her, now. Lets hope we can contain this thing, before the press and opposition can have a field day with it.”