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on_her_korhal ([personal profile] on_her_korhal) wrote2008-07-30 10:58 am
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Kerrigan's Office, Wednesday

Kerrigan was starting to consider setting up shop permanently in her office. At least there, the chance of something happening was something greater than in her house. It had been an oasis of silence for over a year, but now it was too loud in its quiet.

She needed something to focus on, and so the door was open again, and she was sat one inch too straightly in her chair, waiting.

[ open hours! ]

[identity profile] on-her-korhal.livejournal.com 2008-07-30 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Kerrigan slapped the paper down on her desk. To be read. Slowly. As a distraction. "Next time," she said, "Remember you've actually got classes beyond translating."

[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com 2008-07-30 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes ma'am. I won't make that mistake again," said Hoshi.

[identity profile] on-her-korhal.livejournal.com 2008-07-30 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Alright," she said, with a curt nod at Hoshi. "That'll be all."

It was unlikely she'd ever quite stop treating the students like soldiers.

[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com 2008-07-30 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Hoshi didn't mind, really. It was good practice for when she went through Starfleet training. "Yes ma'am. I'll see you in class next week," she said, heading for the door.