Chapter 42: A Call From The Seats
She puffed out rings of smoke from her mouth as her eyes glanced at the holoscreen before her. There was the projection of a young woman on the other end, and she looked very concerned. She had sleek black hair and grey eyes, and she wore a black leather uniform with the symbol of MUG on it. Behind her was a mech designer studio.
"So what about it?" asked the woman who smoked at her screen.
The uniformed woman on the other end gritted her teeth and said, "Don’t use that tone on me, Alberta. The Silver Seats are not pleased with your absence."
Professor Maria Alberta Einstein chuckled at the screen projected by her comm device. "Since when are they ever pleased, darling?"
The woman on the other end failed to suppress a groan. "When do you plan to tell them you’re on your home planet, or that you’re actually on a secret mission?"
The professor shook her head lightly. "And divulge quality information? Not my style. Besides, what I do with my private life is none of their business."
The woman on the other end tapped her forehead gently. "You’re gifted, Alberta, and no one usually bothers geniuses like yourself. But you’re a goddamn Silver Seat. Unless you take up an heir or disciple, they’ll just keep bugging you. I can’t stall for long. I’m even risking my skin trying to contain you."
Professor Alberta took her cigarette from her mouth and let out a puff of steam before saying, "Such insufferable cunts they are. Alright, just give me a year or two. I’ve almost cracked this thing. How are things on your end, darling?"
The woman on the other end leaned back into the seat she was seated on and sighed. "That’s Vanice to you. And don’t fuck with me, you bitch. The world doesn’t revolve around your sorry ass. There have been speculations that some of the hostile alien regiments have begun to make a move on humanity. Also, the kaiju have been seen dominating more planets."