Chapter - 23 Overseer
A woman sat perched in a chair laid before her ordinare of a desk, a steel-based object beaten up and blemished from its long existence and use.
The Overseer adorned similar attire to her subordinates, her natural curves lacked highlight through her garments due to the dense amount of carbon fiber armor which encased most of her figure.
Neon green hair cascaded over her face unkempt and tangled seemingly disregarded.
It was a striking departure from her usual appearance.
The woman was exceptionally beautiful if we were talking with our mortal standards of our cusps.
She was a first-reamed Fellow and a low-talent individual, but due to her leverage and exceptional leadership skills, the position was easily received.
Spires of paper loitered around her desk and office ground alike, the papers were all neatly kept in individual columns. Such an exorbitant sum was exceptionally annoying to manage.
Caressing her slick green hair the woman simulationaly began biting her tongue.
The woman's well-aligned teeth began slowly nibbling her tongue's flesh.
The soft layer of tissue soon began to tear, an overbearing iron-like flavor layered her taste buds
A tint of saltiness was slightly detected.
"Ughh uhh" moaned the woman.
The pain was euphoric for the woman,
Pain numbed the pains of stress, a rather oxymoronic thought.
The overseer was neither the first nor the last to use this office, its contents became a rather repetitive vista to see day to day.
The common stench of mold and mildew wafted through the corridors permeating itself into the lengthy list of negative comments.
Her subordinates lacked discipline or rigor.
Such common sights of war pale-faced them.
The uneventful sight of death struck fear into the hearts of those bastards!
Death was common, is that not obvious, why join the military if you fear blood?
'Blood was just bodily fluid!
It's like water, but instead of a transparent substance, blood is ornamented with a marvelous scarlet pigment.' the woman thought in a sultry tone.
Such cowards,
Fortunately, as most situations are, the pay was decent, but this wasn't actually as pleasant of a situation as one may think.
Though her pay was several thousand credits a month, this wasn't actually the best. As an Overseer the burden of managing hundreds if not thousands of persons was exceptionally high in dangor.
And this was disregarding the most perilous tasks assigned to her.
High risk, was high reward such nomenclature was obvious.
To most within the H-rank battle zone, the position of an overseer was one of envy and reverence. Only the militant with the highest merit would even dare think about receiving such an honor.
These damn battle zones were utterly dreadful domains, not about it whenever or the opposition was seemingly necessary to defile such an opinion.
So much fair death, but such a bountiful harvest of carnage comes at a cost.
Decay was a rather common stench, and it was absurdly annoying!
Just like, why can't people die without making such a massive mess.
You inconsiderate fucks!
The fragrance of your festering innards is not a pleasant scent to the nose!
The tedious process of removing such moldered bodies sparked by great harboring of resentment towards the Sun Stone empire.
The incineration of diseased Fledglings was a rather simple task since their body's ratio of essence to flesh was still relatively low within their compositions. Yet, this once simple process became hindered as Fellows died,
Fellow bodies take such a prolonged amount of time to cinder.
So annoying,
Fortunately… or unfortunately, we have a seldom number of mages within the H-rank Battle zone. Is such a thing good?
Usually, it would, mages are rather decent at manipulating energy after all.
But… all of ours suuuuck!
None of them were exceptionally useful, how my superiors didn't immediately send them to the I-rank battle zones after reading their evalves, it vexes me.
Their magic excretion was utterly useless, and honestly, it was plainly laughable to observe.
Such burdens only record losses,
Knock…Knock…Kno-
"Enter," Spoke the Overseer with a cold tone
From the door's corridor gingerly crept open the frosted crusted door on which the Overseer's name was inscribed.
From the doors, open passage entered a red-haired woman who was clearly forcing her aura of uneasiness from showing on her facial features.
"Lai?" voiced the Neon green-haired woman with a sharp tone.
Gulping the woman began to break into a cold sweat, yet, she forbade herself from showing it on her face.
Her superior was a frightening woman, with a hairs thin temperament, and an eerie aura.
Taking her first steps into the office felt dreadful.
Thomp!
Cump!
Tap!
The silent room was incrementally filled with the subtle sound of the red-haired woman's steps.
'Damn it, stay calm stay calm phew…'
"Mam," confidently voiced the red-haired woman.
"Yes?"
"I came to remind you about the entry speech,"
Annoyed by the Red-haired woman's presence and speech the Overseer spoke.
"Pray tell me, why in the hell did you believe that coming face to face was necessary when you simply could have sent a message via ring?!"
Shivering slightly the red-haired woman spoke.
"I had... But" the woman stammered.
"You had yet to respond, and I sent that message four hours ago, but since I lacked affirmative credibility of your knowledge I opted to remind you in person, mam…" meekly voiced the woman.
Pinching her brows in annoyance, the Overseer's already cold gaze further chilled from the woman's string of speech.
"Fine, Lei you win, when do I have to show,"
"In 13 minutes mam,"
'Ughhhh, so annoying,' grumbled the Green-haired woman internally.
'This damn bitch, I hope she dies during our next incursion," begrudgingly sighed the Green-haired woman.
Conveying her final messages, the Overseer dismissively dismissed her away with a cool gesture. The red-haired woman's bearings filled with relief as she left.
'What an annoyance," mumbled the Overseer
Finally, the room was back to its initial silence.
And as such the tranquil environment was filled with the low moans of pleasure, not of masturbation but of pain.