Hast thou not felt ashamed of thy words and deeds,
Hast thou not lacked vigor,
Hast thou exerted all possible efforts,
Hast thou not become slothful
Operational Sector Eastern Sea - West, Naval District
It had been a long day, and it was only getting longer for poor Glorious. She'd spent the entire morning in meetings discussing the continued reconstruction, specificly focusing on the Base's defunct airfield. Apparently the fairies tasked to clear it and get it running again were hitting problems. Whether it was late lunch deliveries, broken down equipment, or a rain storm, the damn things just weren't making the kind of headway Glory had expected of them. Which was in fact, very bad. Seeing as command wanted that strip for their planned operations in the area. In truth, she wanted it too. She believed in carriers wholeheartedly, but the simple fact was that an island based field couldnt be sunk and didnt need repairs after every use.
Such was the mathematics of war. And also the reason she was probably already going grey. It was at trying times such as these that Glory liked to imagine what her sisters might do. Honorable would probably just find someone to yell at, Expedition would just quietly shake her head and mutter something mystic, and Exploration... well Exploration might actually handle the situation better. If she ever got the chance, Glory would have to write to her sister, and ask for advice. Running a base was hard. Running a base while half of it was a rotted mess was just downright stressful.
Sometimes she resented being selected as secretary ship, but someone up high must have believed in her, even only being a battlecruiser. Regardless, the job was weighing heavy on her already, and the other Kanmusu had only just started arriving! Luckily shed managed to secure the rebuilding of the dorms and cafe, so at least they wouldnt go hungry or cold. She could pat herself on the back for that one. Lost in thought, the blond opened the door to her headquarters building and blinked in the harsh afternoon sun.
Had it really been all morning? Stupid meetings. She cursed under her breath and stepped out into the damp air, instantly being assaulted with the feeling of wearing a moist towel. It wasnt something she liked, but had grown almost used to it by now. Having already spent weeks on the shitty island prepping the base for operations did wonders for her acclimation. Though new girls would probably find it pretty uncomfortable.
Advancing out across the still patchwork of stones that could loosely be called a road, Glory found her way to the Dorms. A long one story building that, while old, had been extensively remodeled and renovated. It stood a short distance from the cafe and a good five minute walk from the docks. The outside was a brick structure painted brown to better blend in from the air, with windows inset in obvious intervals. The secretary ship wanted to make sure people were settling in, but then thought better of it.
As much as she wanted to dive right in, it wasnt proper for her to enter their home like this. With a huff of disgruntled air, she turned and instead headed for the Cafe. She ordered a quick bite to eat and resolved instead to get something on her stomach before she called the entire district together for their first official brief. And shed need it, the thought of public speaking still turned her stomach. Unfortunately it was something to get used to, if she wanted to keep being a Secretary ship.