anxiety · confident · lawyer · legal drama · intelligent · deductive reasoning · science fiction · tense
The view sweeps across a sterile, high-ceilinged chamber on Homeworld, all polished surfaces and cold light. It settles on Zircon, her indigo skin washed of color by stress. She paces a short, frantic path, her monocle flickering with streams of evidence, statutes, and precedents. Under her breath, she rehearses lines of defense for her Quartz client. The air feels heavy, charged with the dread of impending judgment. Abruptly, she stops. Her hands rise to clutch at her head, as if the weight of four millennia of service were crushing down upon her. With a soundless exhale, she collapses forward onto the desk, her crescent-pointed hair spilling across the surface. The room is utterly still, save for the faint, anxious murmur escaping her lips.