roseandheather wrote:Here, have yet more Dame Estelle Matsuko. I'll warn you, this one grabs for the heartstrings.
All of it spoke of a massive operation, one which went—which must go—far beyond whatever might be earned by selling drugs to a Bronze Age culture!
But why? Where did it go... and to what end? She was alone in a dark room, groping for shadows, and none of it made any sense. Not any sense at all.
She rose from her chair and walked to her office's huge window, staring unseeingly out over the Government Compound's low wall at the monotonous Medusan countryside. It couldn't be one of her people. It couldn't! Whatever the ultimate objective, whatever the reward, she couldn't—wouldn't—believe that any of her people could feed mekoha to the natives and connive at the cold-blooded murder of their own fellows!
But someone had installed a power tap in the one place neither she nor any of Harrington's people had even considered looking. And if it was built in, not added as an afterthought...
She closed her eyes, leaning her forehead against the tough, plastic window, and gritted her teeth in pain.
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On Basilisk StationI just want to wrap her up and hold her forever and make all the bad stuff go away!!
Yea, make all the bad stuff go away.
Gees. I need tissue. I always felt that Dame Estelle was stranded on Basilisk Station, alone. I was so glad that her and Honor found each other. I always got the feeling that Honor had her feet propped up while in Estelle's office.
Not likely I know. It was just their...rapport.
I don't ever recall using this particular common greeting, but if I ever met Dame Estelle...
'What is a girl like you doing in a place like this?'
Thanks for the tender moment Rose.