The Dig (MP/JadeCore)
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				Title: <strong>The Dig (MP/JadeCore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 20:34:30</strong>
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				Professor Anwar Dent was not, as Afura had often commented, the easiest man for whom to work.&nbsp; A member of the presigous Arkanian Academy of Antiquities, he commanded a certain amount of pull, and for an Arkanian he was amazingly tolerant of other races...but this was largely due to his absent-minded focus on his own speciality than any personal enlightenment.&nbsp; Nonetheless, he was the best choice for up and coming graduate students interested in furthering a career in the field.<br><br>Often mistaken for an Arkanian Offshoot, Afura was used to the slings and arrows that came with working with the alabaster-eyed and snooty race of hyperacademics.&nbsp; She was nearly six feet tall, athletic of frame, with long chocolate brown hair that contrasted with her creamy white skin and green eyes.&nbsp; Her catlike ears and curly tail only heightened the usual assumption...even other offshoots made this mistake!&nbsp; But she was Near-human by any sane classification, and had the papers to prove it.<br><br>What she had not been prepared for, what she had not planned on, was this--Professor Dent had sent her and the other graduate student for this project ahead, along with all the gear and labor droids, with the best survey he could muster of the target world.<br><br>"Terribly sorry, my dear," he had said, patting her hand in what he must have thought was a reassuring manner.&nbsp; "It's these dreadful grant proposal committee meetings!&nbsp; I have to attend in person, you see.&nbsp; But there's no need to worry!&nbsp; Just take the departmental ship ahead and set up our base camp.&nbsp; You can even start the general survey of a promising area or two, and I'll join you as soon as possible."<br><br>A moment later, he had added "oh, and you'll have to help the other young lady.&nbsp; She's technically in charge of the dig when I'm not there, sorry about that, but her third cousin's elder brother-in-law is the Dean of the College and I owed him a favor, but you're the actual expert so I trust you to keep her out of trouble in the meantime.&nbsp; Good luck, my girl!&nbsp; I'll join you as soon as I can, Archaologist's Honor."<br><br>Then he had swept away, muttering imprecations about said grant committee and leaving Afura to collect her charge, pack, supervise the loading of the <em>Scurrilous Invertebrate</em>, and get them all into orbit.<br><br>So here they were, a week later, hanging over an arid little rockball that, according to the survey drone, had a number of interesting formations worthy of study...and while her 'boss' was still in the fresher, Afura took the liberty of angering the bean-counters in the Comptroller's office by sending another survey drone down from the ship to get a better look at one of these odd hills.
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