A Meeting on Sabah

[Spectre]

Combes was sat at her desk working, papers stacked a little and manila folders accompanying them. Looking over the operational objectives of the Military was a daunting task given where Crayter was going, but none of this seemed to trouble her. After all, war was her life, and if there was anything she knew how to do best, it was coordinating an effort to utilize ships to make it.

As the knock came in, she glanced briefly at the door of her admittedly smaller office. Her desk far to the opposite of the door with a small conference table in the center, surrounded by no more than twelve chairs. While personal affects lined the room, most of them were small, and given her background of rather favorable taste.
"Come on in, Captain," she said, finishing up a document to the Malachite before setting it aside, sitting back and awaiting the Captain's entry.