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Daagsgrad was a wet city. Outside of winter, a week without rain was notably unusual occurrence. One of the things that Bureaucrat Grade-3 Yuna Igorova was grateful for was that her job was mostly an indoors one, especially with it coming down in a thunderstorm. It said in the paper that it would most likely be like this for the next couple of days. She had been here for a decade now, but still the rain got to her. She had been raised inland, where winters may have been longer and more severe but summers were on the whole sunny and dry. She had gotten used to it, but she still had a lower threshold for the stuff than a native.

It was on the whole a good job which she was good at and it paid quite well, but it did have its challenges. It involved filing engineers reports, sending in forms for new manufacturing equipment and spare parts, dealing with labor needs and other such affairs required to help keep the Shipyards working. In the end, this came down to either interviews or (far more often) paperwork. It was a busy job, even if it had settled down a fair bit after the expansion of the yards and the buildup of the new fleet. She was happy to go home at the end of the day and see her two boys as well as talking with their father, as well as spending time with the love of her life Inna. Coldlanders in general had a simple outlook on these sorts of things. Having children was important to keep families and communities alive, but saw those who had an interest of people more similar to themselves as being fairly unremarkable and had no objections to those people making arrangements on the side.

In any case, she had work to do and she did it to the best of her abilities. She had read that last night the convoy had returned from the colony ahead of schedule and this had become the main subject of gossip. A couple of the ships had been put into drydock for maintenance, which could have meant a number of things.

About halfway through that dreary morning, a report arrived bearing the insignia of the Central Committee. She soon looked it over. One of the more popular rumors was true, the Convoy was attacked by Drow naval forces on two occasions and there was every reason to believe that they would try this again sometime soon. To better deal with them, the Navy would need to be rapidly expanded, more ships would need to be built and the facilties would need to be expanded as soon as possible.

She let out a sigh and got out a bottle of Potato spirits and a glass. It was not the best stuff available by any means, but it was useful for certain meetings. She poured out a measure of the stuff and began sipping it. This program would mean major expansion, which would mean new equipment being procured and more personnel being brought in who would need training and payment, more engineers being brought in who would need to be shown around, more resources to be processed and new buildings be built and drydocks be dug among other things. All of which would mean mountains and mountains of paperwork which would only keep her away from the people she knew and (in various ways) loved.

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Daagsgrad was a wet city. Outside of winter, a week without rain was notably unusual occurrence. One of the things that Bureaucrat Grade-3 Yuna Igorova was grateful for was that her job was mostly an indoors one, especially with it coming down in a thunderstorm. It said in the paper that it would most likely be like this for the next couple of days. She had been here for a decade now, but still the rain got to her. She had been raised inland, where winters may have been longer and more severe but summers were on the whole sunny and dry. She had gotten used to it, but she still had a lower threshold for the stuff than a native.

It was on the whole a good job which she was good at and it paid quite well, but it did have its challenges. It involved filing engineers reports, sending in forms for new manufacturing equipment and spare parts, dealing with labor needs and other such affairs required to help keep the Shipyards working. In the end, this came down to either interviews or (far more often) paperwork. It was a busy job, even if it had settled down a fair bit after the expansion of the yards and the buildup of the new fleet. She was happy to go home at the end of the day and see her two boys as well as talking with their father, as well as spending time with the love of her life Inna. Coldlanders in general had a simple outlook on these sorts of things. Having children was important to keep families and communities alive, but saw those who had an interest of people more similar to themselves as being fairly unremarkable and had no objections to those people making arrangements on the side.

In any case, she had work to do and she did it to the best of her abilities. She had read that last night the convoy had returned from the colony ahead of schedule and this had become the main subject of gossip. A couple of the ships had been put into drydock for maintenance, which could have meant a number of things.

About halfway through that dreary morning, a report arrived bearing the insignia of the Central Committee. She soon looked it over. One of the more popular rumors was true, the Convoy was attacked by Drow naval forces on two occasions and there was every reason to believe that they would try this again sometime soon. To better deal with them, the Navy would need to be rapidly expanded, more ships would need to be built and the facilties would need to be expanded as soon as possible.

She let out a sigh and got out a bottle of Potato spirits and a glass. It was not the best stuff available by any means, but it was useful for certain meetings. She poured out a measure of the stuff and began sipping it. This program would mean major expansion, which would mean new equipment being procured and more personnel being brought in who would need training and payment, more engineers being brought in who would need to be shown around, more resources to be processed and new buildings be built and drydocks be dug among other things. All of which would mean mountains and mountains of paperwork which would only keep her away from the people she knew and (in various ways) loved.

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