Spotty’s Office Part 1
Empress Spotty
Spotty sat at her polished desk in the grand office of the Imperial Palace. The room was bathed in warm light from the holographic displays hovering before her. The crystalline blue of her eyes reflected the glow of data streams as she reviewed Fabricator General Shoddy’s proposed upgrades.
The sheer ingenuity of Shoddy’s designs impressed her. Each ship, weapon, and vehicle had been meticulously reimagined for greater efficiency and lethality. Yet, as she delved deeper, her sharp mind identified areas for improvement—adjustments to materials, streamlining production methods, optimizing systems for faster repairs in the field.
These are excellent, she thought, but they can be even better.
Her fingers danced over the console, inputting tweaks at a pace the computer struggled to process. Spotty didn’t pause, her thoughts focused and precise. Each adjustment was a step toward perfection. When she finally sent the files back to Shoddy, she allowed herself a small smile of satisfaction.
Turning her attention to personnel files, she quickly scanned reports, her crystalline eyes narrowing in thought as she came across the name Captain Helena Darrow. Darrow’s leadership aboard the INS Resolute during the Hell campaign had been nothing short of exemplary. Spotty’s decision to promote her to Admiral came swiftly.
Spotty leaned back in her chair, considering the best way to deliver the news. It’s better done in person, she decided, her mind already visualizing Darrow’s reaction.
She smirked as her thoughts shifted to the upcoming mock dogfight. Vaughn and Reyes will make good Captains, she thought, chuckling to herself. And perhaps the promotions will take the sting out of their inevitable defeat.
Spotty glanced at the clock and realized that it was nearly time for Lord Asmodeus to visit. Rising from her chair, she walked to her wardrobe, her brow furrowing in indecision. She pressed the communicator on her wrist and called Elizabeth.
"Hey Elizabeth, can you come here for a moment and help me with something?"
When Elizabeth entered, her mischievous smile immediately softened Spotty’s nerves.
"Can’t decide what to wear, eh?" Elizabeth teased.
Spotty gave her a sheepish look. "Yeah."
Elizabeth moved to the wardrobe and pulled out a striking red dress and matching high heels. "Try this," she suggested.
Spotty slipped into the dress and turned to Elizabeth, who smiled brightly. "You look stunning."
Spotty laughed softly. "Thank you, Elizabeth." She turned to her feline companions, Luma and Shade, who lounged on the window sill, their sharp eyes watching her every move with what seemed like feline approval.