01-16-2016, 06:55 PM
Garran woke up early that day. He let a colossal, feline yawn out and let his gaze roam idly on the mess of technological debris and scraps spread across his room. He didn't want to wake up early. The last weeks had been stressing, with illness spreading like a wildfire, and even if being ill didn't take a big toll on his strenght, Garran was still longing for rest. For a bit he contemplated the idea of curling up under the warm bedsheets again. With the tail flicking in disappointment he got out of the bed.
Garran managed to find a clean pot and the small heather among the chaos of the table and brew some coffee to clear his mind a bit. A message had been sent to everyone a few days before about a meeting, and seeing it came directly from the General himself everyone was supposed to look sharp. He looked it up again on the tablet while sipping.
Most of the debris on the table came from him working on his left arm. Free time was not much, though, even less so with the whole pandemic thing, and as such he only managed to improve some hardware at the joints. He did replace the covers, though: matte black and carbon fiber, and more elegant than the one before, he thought it gave him a bit of a cyborg look, and he liked it for that. And it clashed with the white of his fur.
The sphinx cleaned the arm again and changed the batteries to be sure; then wore the R&D uniform, each button polished and fold straightened the evening before. The long mane was always a problem, but by now he was used to it, and clasped most of the hair behind him with a simple steel clasp, bringing them together at shoulders' height.
He posed in front of the mirror to control if he radiated enough pride to serve the Overlord, straightened the last folds, preened a rebellous feather, put the tablet in the pocket and went out to the meeting.
Garran managed to find a clean pot and the small heather among the chaos of the table and brew some coffee to clear his mind a bit. A message had been sent to everyone a few days before about a meeting, and seeing it came directly from the General himself everyone was supposed to look sharp. He looked it up again on the tablet while sipping.
Most of the debris on the table came from him working on his left arm. Free time was not much, though, even less so with the whole pandemic thing, and as such he only managed to improve some hardware at the joints. He did replace the covers, though: matte black and carbon fiber, and more elegant than the one before, he thought it gave him a bit of a cyborg look, and he liked it for that. And it clashed with the white of his fur.
The sphinx cleaned the arm again and changed the batteries to be sure; then wore the R&D uniform, each button polished and fold straightened the evening before. The long mane was always a problem, but by now he was used to it, and clasped most of the hair behind him with a simple steel clasp, bringing them together at shoulders' height.
He posed in front of the mirror to control if he radiated enough pride to serve the Overlord, straightened the last folds, preened a rebellous feather, put the tablet in the pocket and went out to the meeting.