It was small work, doing what she did, but eventually she hoped to have a focused place to produce her medpacs and other equipment. After all, in a galaxy in constant conflict, there was always a need for bandages and healing salves. There was always a need for manufacturers and research facilities, but rather, unfortunately, in a galaxy this large scratching out a living was next to impossible.
It had been a long day. Dressed in a loose black robe, long white hair pulled back from her features, there was a soft chime as her comm was pinged. The voice of her secretary came over, slightly nervous.
"D-doctor, there's someone here to see you," the young Devaronian gulped, and Ilana frowned once, checking her timer. "I'm afraid Madame Dennah is early, please--"
"It's not Madame Dennah," the other woman whispered, and she sighed, rubbing fingertips over her temples.
"Send them up, then. Unarmed, if possible."
"Yes, ma'am."
After the call, the red-skinned woman looked at the company, eyes wide and trembling. "I-if you wouldn't mind, sir. She is ready to see you."
Upstairs, the good Doctor arranged a pot of tea and two cups, a delicate array set up. She touched a few more keys on her datapad before it dimmed, and she sighed, leaning back into her chair for a moment. Adriana, nervous? She could hardly wait to see who made her secretary a nervous wreck. It would at least make her day a little more interesting.
She gazed out over the cityscape, sighing quietly. It was a rented space, but decent, at least, for now. Perhaps she could save enough business funds to buy a station to finally begin treating the zombified plague that still ravaged many planets. But at the rate they were going, it would take decades of saving up to even find the credits to research the materials.
At the soft chime of their arrival, she laced her fingers before her, sitting further upright. A soft, raspy voice touched through to the person on the other side, and she waited, empathic senses attuned to whoever would walk through the door.
"You may enter."
@Eccles
It had been a long day. Dressed in a loose black robe, long white hair pulled back from her features, there was a soft chime as her comm was pinged. The voice of her secretary came over, slightly nervous.
"D-doctor, there's someone here to see you," the young Devaronian gulped, and Ilana frowned once, checking her timer. "I'm afraid Madame Dennah is early, please--"
"It's not Madame Dennah," the other woman whispered, and she sighed, rubbing fingertips over her temples.
"Send them up, then. Unarmed, if possible."
"Yes, ma'am."
After the call, the red-skinned woman looked at the company, eyes wide and trembling. "I-if you wouldn't mind, sir. She is ready to see you."
Upstairs, the good Doctor arranged a pot of tea and two cups, a delicate array set up. She touched a few more keys on her datapad before it dimmed, and she sighed, leaning back into her chair for a moment. Adriana, nervous? She could hardly wait to see who made her secretary a nervous wreck. It would at least make her day a little more interesting.
She gazed out over the cityscape, sighing quietly. It was a rented space, but decent, at least, for now. Perhaps she could save enough business funds to buy a station to finally begin treating the zombified plague that still ravaged many planets. But at the rate they were going, it would take decades of saving up to even find the credits to research the materials.
At the soft chime of their arrival, she laced her fingers before her, sitting further upright. A soft, raspy voice touched through to the person on the other side, and she waited, empathic senses attuned to whoever would walk through the door.
"You may enter."
@Eccles