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[img]http://38.media.tumblr.com/bd782921f8e23bfe33dc672a156e31f0/tumblr_mtuvrckmBC1qd7fc3o2_250.gif[/img][hr][b]Interacting with:[/b] Drax and Insignificance[/center][hr]
The communications had been clear and Ruthalia had acted without hesitation at the news. Her eyes scanned over the setting of the Insignificance’s “command” room and sniffed sharply. She ran a slender, manicured finger along the surface of a table in the corner of the room and inspected the dust that now coated her fingertip. [color=B33900]”No, no, no. This won’t do…”[/color] She muttered to herself and continued pacing around the room. Her hands slapping together as she dispersed the dust from her fingertip.

Her five inch, red, reptilian skin heels clicked and clacked along the floor as she walked, inspecting every particle of the room in the utmost as if it were simultaneously the most and least interesting place she had ever been. She was dressed in a tailored, light grey dress with darker grey accents that stretched in an oval down each side. Her curled, red hair bounced with every step she took and her dark eyes lingered on the computer screens as she analysed their contents. A furrow appeared on her brow as she spotted a screen with the same numbers that had been reported on the production of oranium just last week. That is when the Insignificance began to speak to her.

[i]"Sirs, the facility is operating at nominal efficiency. Profit margins are up .2% and production of oranium has maintained steady numbers. I still don't understand why you chose to visit my facility. Is production displeasing in some way?"[/i]

Her nostrils flared and she clicked her tongue in the lizard’s direction without looking at it. [color=B33900]”[i][b]Ma’am[/b][/i] not Sir, [i]maggot[/i].”[/color] She then turned in one fluid motion and slapped the Insignificance across the face before placing the same hand on Drax’s plated arm as gently as a falling leaf lands upon water’s surface. [color=B33900]”Let the maggot know that their numbers are insufficient to Galatec’s needs. Also make it aware that we expect more than nominal performance and we certainly expect higher than 0.2% in profit margins.”[/color] 

She began to step away from Drax and the Foreman before she leaned back and patted Drax on the arm once more. [color=B33900]”Oh and that steady numbers in production lead to a rising number in our destruction of Foreman workers. Thank you, Drax.”[/color]

Ruthalia then turned on her heel and grabbed a remote from the surface of the Foreman’s desk and strode towards the large electronic screen that overlooked the central mine shaft. She began to zoom in on random workers and groups of githkins, surveying the happenings of the areas that she had access to view. Without turning to look at Drax or the Foreman, Ruthalia smiled to herself and began to speak to the Foreman for the first time since she had arrived. [color=B33900]”And to answer your final question. Your face displeases me, maggot. I think it might make me a nice handbag to match my shoes, wouldn’t you say?”[/color] She clicked her heels together and barked a loud laugh as she continued surveying the monitor before her.
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