"The mission has been completed, Miss Asha. The simulation has been a success. I shall bring the results once I've printed them out. You have certainly outdone yourself with your current set of training missions for our soldiers. "
"Is that so? I am proud to hear it. I believe an army is nothing without its soldiers. Though we are in great possession of two fine and fierce men, I believe it is necessary to maintain the strength of our forces. Please bring back the reports as swiftly as you can. I cannot wait to decide who I shall shower within compliments. "
Closing the tab of the large communication screen, a woman with ebony skin clothed in an elegant dress, let out an exultant breath filled with pride. Born of African descent, she was a woman who had earned the admiration and moral repute of her comrades - that woman was referred to as Asha - Enchantress of the Machines.
Possessing a grand intellect amongst her peers, that woman could proudly wear the title of one of Vastime's most valuable.
Wearing her vastimian stripes with pride, Asha had come to love her position and what it allowed her to create. Be it relationship or invention, the enchantress took pride in all that she accomplished here. Most would say they are loyal to their organization; it is a declaration that is hardly uncommon.
However, to Asha, there was no hyperbole to be found, no graceful words to describe the passion, the work pours into this organization. It defined her. It completed her. It gave her a purpose she never would have thought possible.
There was no way she could ever repay the debt.
Rising from the chair within her personal lab - filled with vials, technological marvels, and work-in-progress inventions, Asha placed one of her fingers on the tablet in the wall, signaling her desire to consume a meal. One glance from her lab was reminiscent of an actualized vision from a technological science-fiction film.
It was undeniably beautiful. A single glimpse upon her inventions would likely leave even the most cynical man in awe. Her lab was her playground, bedroom, and office. Rare to find her anywhere else, if one wished to reach her, they need only enter her lab and speak their peace. Typing on the tablet, she entered her meal request.
The order was odd for someone with an appearance as graceful as her own. Asha chuckled at how the chef wondered why she didn't want something more extravagant.
"A cheeseburger and fries - prepared well - is just as extravagant as a steak dinner or some Italian dish, my friend. Prepared nicely with emphasis, of course! If it is poorly prepared, I will not be happy. "
When she had finished placing her order in to the Vastimian Kitchen, Asha returned to her seat to analyze the results of her simulated training missions.
These missions were meant to ultimately ensure that when soldiers entered battle, they would have a firm grasp of their enemies and a means of conducting themselves on the battlefield. To be sure, her simulations weren't exactly an exact replica of what could occur in an unpredictable battlefield but it managed to maintain a reputation for preparing each soldier in a manner suited to their disposition.