<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Damian_Harper.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br/><strong>Dark Star Dropship</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Open</strong><br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian finished quickly. It wasn't testament to his skills at all, merely a lack of information. Their paychecks were late and the reports from engineering weren't due for another day or two. It felt like a loose end, a job he couldn't finish yet and it was out of his control. One set of digits idly tapped his desk, his booted feet up on one side of the piece of furniture. He was almost staring a hole into the datapad. He was bored, suffice it to say. It had been a while since he had felt like that. Normally, there was always more work to be done. Even though business hadn't been particularly slow, he had just found the time to fully catch up on all the company's monetary affairs. He had already been in touch with the liaisons to send some funds the damaged village's way, and they had been surprisingly cooperate.<br/><br/>A sigh passed his lips as he rose up and walked away from his desk to look out one of the viewports. As one of the eldest members of the company, and given his rank and reputation, he had managed to net quite a few advantages over the years. That office was one of them. Decent, sturdy furniture, a broadside view of the stars, plenty of space as far as a military vessel was concerned and even a small fridge that contained a personal supply of beverages. There was nothing personal to find in the entire room, however, since he kept such things neatly hidden away in his personal quarters. He kept business and pleasure strictly separate and most members of the company didn't even know if he -had- memories and hobbies to speak of. To them, he was just a faceless hardass clanner who didn't waste a single opportunity to reprimand them if they stepped out of line. At least he was known for being fair and not seeking reasons to complain for no other reason than to work off personal frustrations. Eventually, he settled in one of two armchairs that had been set up around a small table in the corner of the L-shaped room, a pad balanced upright and set to one of many recordings of Lacrosse matches he had been missing. Clan Sea Fox was doing well; at least there was that.</div>