Lafiel Tarrant

[Lafiel]

Lafiel sat in small crammed room she was sweating as she bent over the data pad an her PDA as Professor Richard Idrin of Oxford univeristy spoke on a history of diplomatic relations of Bretonia. The small room had been turned into an improvised lecture hall for her study the environmental controls were set to 35 degrees celcius Lafiel didn't understand how the proffessor could stand such a rediculous temperature the temperature was makig her dizzy. She retrieved a hair band pulling her hair back from her face to lil relief. The professor suddenly barked at her, "Lady Tarrant are you paying attention. It is most important you listen to me in my lecture or you will not learn what you need to know an you will fail in your education to become part of the Foreign office." Lafiel retorted, "I'm sorry but its this rediculous heat you have this room to I can't concentrate. Besides I don't need your education I'm sure my being part of the nobility will get me anywere I wish. High marks an education or not" The professors fist suddenly came crashing down on the desk making lafiel jump, "The heat is on purpose you don't know what situation you might be in an you will need your wits about you in every condition whether you are an ambassador or a street sweeper you are a member of the nobility an any situation can be dangerous. But as for swinging your title an having people dance for you young lady you are sorely mistaken it would not only be dangerous for not only you but also dangerous an catostrophic for Bretonia. How do you think wars occur through break down in communications. As a professor an friend of your father I am going to teach you all you need to know an I will be dammed if you manage to escape without at least a photographic knowledge on the history an diplomatics of sirius and have a basic encyclopedia forced into those grey matter cells of yours do I make myself clear."

Lafiel grimaced at to the sudden knowlege she was being subjected on purpose to this hellish inferno she let out an inaudible sigh as she thought of how much she prefered the Cambridge professor an how this one reminded her of a military officer the shock registered upon her face as she let the thought hang in her mind.

The professor repeated himself this time more calmly, "Do I make myself clear Lady Tarrant."

Lafiel nodded her eyes averted his as her PDA suddenly bleeped a message of a crew member came through, "Miss Araluen you are needed on the bridge immediately to take charge. There are Agents you will need to deal with."

The professor nodded as Lafiel got upto leave, "Consider this the first test of your diplomatic ability."

Lafiel nodded snatching up her PDA an heading down the corridor to the elevator that would take her to the bridge. Once she reached the bridge Captain Foster got up from his seat an sat in his second commands chair whom was absent the captain gestured for her to take a seat beads of sweat were still dripping down her neck from the fiery bombardment of her lecture. She hesistated to the chair but then walked determined to it she let down her hair to cover the beads of sweat taking the seat an leaning back into it. The communications officer on deck announced, "We are to cut our engines immediately an open a communications channel." Captain Foster nodded as Lafiel looked at the little console in the arm of the chair an noticed two space craft sitting either side of the ship she could tell by their chunky yet sleek design that these were both craft that meant business of a military nature it sent shiver down her spine but she calmed herself noting the system they were in Hamburg that was in Rheinland territory. She suddenly realised how far from home she had come as she look to the view screen were a man in a uniform she had never seen before came into view.

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