Beatrice Yaeger
-Beatrice Yaeger-"
The pitter patter of soldier's feet as they marched forward could be heard through the halls, one leader in front pressing ever forward while the others follow like sheep from behind. In essence, that was how the whole of marine chain of command could be described and no one was spared from that type of system.
Beatrice who had turned towards the left into the hallway meant eye to eye with the leader leading the pack, in the eyes of said system she was his superior officer so he immediately bowed to show respect, despite the gesture however she noticed a fire in his eye that she easily recognized as one who didn't agree of a fish men in the marine's, and certainly not one with more authority than him. She didn't say a word and simply nodded in response while walking past him letting everyone continue peacefully.
She quickly brushed off the experience as she headed towards the briefing room which would be held in her superior's officer room, everyone had a superior officer to them unless they were the fleet admiral and not even a Commodore nor an Admiral was excused from that truth and certainly not even Beatrice as she was now heading to her superior officer to receive her next orders. When she arrived at the edge of the hall she was meant with two large double doors in a low lit well designed hall furnished with lavished pottery, one on the left reading Admiral Bake and the other Rear Admiral Spun, both officers of the force exceeding her own rank but today she would only have to deal with Spun.
- Door's leading to Admiral Bake and Rear Admiral Spun offices:
Her hand reached up towards closer to the center before she let her the ball of her knuckle tap against the door knocking against the hollow door causing the sound to vibrate through the halls, "Enter." A solemn hidden voice entered from beyond the door, Beatrice reached for the handle and then slowly opening it while saying "Please excuse my interruption~" in a leisurely manner. When she walked in she was meant with the site of red everywhere, the likes of the room seeming more like the place for the dead to rest rather than an office fit for a Rear Admiral, "Commodore Beatrice, ranked 3rd in you're group yet has received quite the prestige among you're peers..."
- Rear Admiral Spun room:
The same solemn voice spoke coming from the direction of the single chair facing the windows that appeared to lead to the garden. Suddenly the chair swung around to reveal a elderly man with grayish hair swept over his head with a single loose bang hanging on the side of his face, his eyes were blue and magnified by a pair of circular glasses hanging on his face while scratching his scruffy beard as he looked at a paper in which she noticed was her file, "But you're record is so new..." he seemed to maul over before displaying a slight grin, "Well time will tell how far you go, I will begin the briefing as you're partner arrives so for the time being stay put."
- Rear Admiral Spun:
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