[h2] Erubescan Citadel [/h2]


Kora was just attempting to meet the two, entirely irreconcilable expressions for the shoot when her communicator chirped into life, and a not unfamiliar electronic voice spoke up. 
"Knight Norrevinter you are currently late for funding meeting on Floor 14."

Fuck. 
She was supposed to be filling in for Commander Gray today. 

She had no idea what exactly she was supposed to do in a funding meeting. Meetings in general weren't exactly her forte. But orders were orders. And being the populous' new flavour of the month didn't change that. 

A few minutes later Kora came rushing down the 14 hallway as quick as she could manage, still wearing the knight field uniform and still looking rather artistically distressed. She felt fairly silly, admittedly, but when you were a 6'6 Norwegian redheaded woman on a US base you were pretty used to getting looks whatever you wore. She'd get over it. 

Upon entering the room she dropped into a chair, grabbed a cup, some coffee, and the sugar bowl, and emptied about six spoons of sugar into it. Some things never really changed no matter where you were. 
"Sorry for the hold up..." she added, deciding mentioning the costume would just be bringing more attention to the elephant in the room. 
"Schedule conflict."