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Holly Short was painfully attempting to sit on her office chair, with her head buried in her arms. Elves were emotional creatures and today had taken a toll on her nerves. It certainly didn't help that her rear end hurt like hell. She was sniffling into the palms of her hands ignoring her own stacks of paper work and flashing messages on her desktop communicator system. Foaly kept trying to contact her but she was really in no mood for her centaur friend. She wanted this day to be mind wiped right out of her co-workers memories and maybe even her own.
Some days she wished she wasn't the first and only female captain in the LEP. It would be nice to hang out with a fellow girl after a harsh day or losing a crunchball game. She realized she was one of those females that never had girlfriends to shop or party with.
It was just she wanted some girl talk to vent and swear revenge on her sexist fellow officers. Sometimes it all was enough to drive this elf insane.
Then things got crazier with the arrival of Trouble. More like the crash of Trouble into her locked office door. He was probably expecting it to be wide open like normal. Holly found she like having her office open while she was working in it. See what was going on talk to a few of the other fairies around.
Her friend caught himself against the see through glass door and franticly made a motion for Holly to open the door.
Holly, still wincing painfully, got out of her out of date office hover chair and limped over to let her fellow Captain into the room.
"Sorry, I just wanted some privacy." She ruefully admitted to Trouble as he entered her office. "I guess you were expecting the door open, huh?"
"Just a little bit, first time I've seen you with your door locked." He answered rubbing his arm where he had slammed into the door.
"Well it's been a rough day I needed some privacy." Holly grimaced and folded her arms over her uniform.
"I take it you're not quitting."
"QUIT?! D'arvit! Why would I do that Trouble? Oh, right. Let me guess Coulter and Moss and the rest of them have been already spreading the word about my incident today?"
Trouble nodded looking a lot less rushed and disturbed now that he knew his friend was still holding her own.
Holly smirked at her friend, "It's going to take more than a bad day, insults, and a swear toad to drive me out of here."
"Good, because you quitting today was just not an option. Not that I want you to quit at all, but I was going to force you to stay at least two more days…or so. But this is even better. Not to mention I'd miss kicking everyone's arse at crunchball if you left."
"What did you do?"
"Do?" asked Trouble trying to look innocent and failing.
"There's a reason your name is Trouble, Trouble." Holly replied before heading back to her hover chair to sit down.
"Well, it's not a long story, but I think you'll appreciate it, Holly." Trouble answered moving one of the piles of paper work off of her desk with a smile so he could lean against the edge of the desk. "Especially in light of…recent events."
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Meanwhile the overly paranoid centaur Foaly was standing in front of his favorite computer screen grinning widely. His tinfoil hat was cocked at what he had though was a dashing angle (but mainly just looked silly and bizarre) in celebration of the reminder that just had flashed up on his screen. In fact this was such a big deal he was going to have to design a whole new tinfoil hat in honor of this occasion.
Then a computer generated voice sounding oddly like himself asked:
Countdown to last day of six official months begins. Would the administrator like to open or delete this file?
Well he wanted to open this of course. He also wanted to reprogram this stiff way of speaking, what a horrible way to converse with his computer. Even if he couldn't imagine a nicer voice to listen too, it was so intelligent sounding.
Open
The screen opened up to a rather large file that made Foaly grin and tramp his hooves even more making him look quite deranged.
In fact his grin and actions scared away one of his junior pixie technicians that had been rewiring one of the LEPhelmets near by. Foaly barely spared the retreating pixie half a glance before turning to one of his communicators and entered in the code to connect him to Captain Trouble Kelp.
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"….and that's how we'll make 'em pay, Short!" Trouble finished off his story with a flourish that succeeded in wiping a pile of papers off Holly's desk and on to the floor. "Oh, sorry, I'll get them for you."
Just as he hopped off the desk to get the scattered papers his communicator vibrated on his belt. He flipped it open and glanced down at the message.
"Perfect timing, Captain Short, that was Foaly. Ready to see the full extent of the damage you have caused?" Trouble asked ignoring the papers and throwing up a crisp (sarcastic) salute in to his fellow officer with a grin.
"Yes, sir, Captain Kelp!" she replied with a laugh and a wince as she sat up to quickly. That bite wasn't healing nearly fast enough for her.
"How about a pizza later at my place as we try and finish some of that paper work we are avoiding oh-so-well to day?" Trouble asked as he held open the office door for his suffering friend. Swear toads…if Holly wasn't such a good friend he'd be cracking up too. It was kind of funny one had to admit.
Maybe in time Holly would be able to look back on this day and laugh about the whole swear toad in a tunnel thing. Or not.
"I think that would be a good way to rap to day up. Well, the pizza not the paper work. So let's see Foaly and then get out of this place."
The two elves headed off to the centaur's lab with smirks on their faces. This was going to be good.
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