Early morningWith a groan Arawn pushed open the door and entered the lab. His eyes still had a layer crust and his hair was in a disarray. He hadn't noticed that his hair had been growing longer lately. With all the work he hardly though about getting a haircut. He grumbled as he moved down the hallway. It wasn't that Arawn wasn't a morning person, it was that he preferred breakfast before work. A meal was the best way to start the day. Unfortunately there was another problem; he tended hit the snooze button on his alarm clock rather quickly without actually waking. That is what happened in today. He had hit the snooze button multiple times before finally waking up and seeing the time was very late. Getting dressed was the best he could before being late for his shift. The last door opened he walked over to the closet and put on a lab coat. Simone, one of the few females he had met in 12 division was already at the work station. The most recent project was calibration of communication signal used by expedition forces. As groups entered Hueco Mundo the ability to contact them via phones was nearly impossible. Their work was to boost signal or change in wavelength. Testing was going well. Simone was 5 inches shorter than him and had raven black hair. A simple bowl cut was her preferred and wearing a generic lab coat it was hard to tell she was female with her slender figure. Arawn had made such a mistake since her name did look like 'Simon'. Luckily she hadn't been offended, since it happened often.
"Morning, Simone" he murmured taking a seat next to her. A large book lay beside the circuit panel, he glanced at the page as he picked wielding tool.
Simone looked up from her own circuit board and grinned. Simone like others in the squad had modified herself slightly for work. She had given herself compound eyes. The insect like appearance fit her well. He often wondered how she could stand seeing multiples of everything everywhere she went. Let alone how she navigated the hallways.
"Morning, sir!" she giggled. Arawn grunted, and stifled a yawn.
Several moments of silence passed before something clicked.
"Sir?" Arawn said rubbing his eye. He had missed his mark and burned the table. They were on a first name basis merely from working long and late hours together. Such a formality was odd.
Simone was still giggling. She got like that, her own personal world. He wondered what things went through her head as she at there spaced out laughing. Dropping his tool to the table, he held his hands out and clapped them before her face. She yelped in surprised, but returned to reality. He had become accustomed to her antics.
"Simone, what are you going on about?" he said with a sigh.
"Oh yeah!" she got up to move to a desk on the other side of the room and picked up a sheet of paper. She returned to the work station and placed it before Arawn.
Arawn took the sheet and turned it around so that he could read it. From the looks of it looked like a squad newsletter. Projects, progress reports, and transfers of staff. Arawn received one weekly, but after awhile he would only read the lab memos. The other information wasn't too necessary unless it linked to his current project. "Okay?" he placed the sheet back down and rubbed his eyes again.
Simone sighed and pointed to the bottom of the page listed under 'Promotions'
Arawn Dan'Shir is hereby granted the rank of 9th seat of squad 12.
Arawn rubbed his eyes again for good measure. No, he wasn't seeing things. 9th seat? It wasn't long ago he had obtained 11th.
"Isn't that great!?" Simone was excited enough for him. "You've been promoted!" She did a giddly little dance as he reread the paper. Fully awake now he read the rest of the newsletter.
"I don't understand, how did I get promoted? I don't recall doing anything, there's been no demotions like last time."
Simone was too busy dancing to respond. With a sigh Arawn clapped loudly again. "Simone? Why did I get promoted?" he said slowly and clearly.
With a smile she sat back down at the table. "Well the captain doesn't make all the decisions. there are times when he's too busy and has the computer some of the work. Choose projects, making budgets, moving personnel, you know all the boring stuff." Boring yes, but important Arawn thought. "It factors projects and performance and arbitrarily grants promotions. Everything you do is graded it's all one big test." This was news to him. Frankly he wondered about the cameras he saw in the buildings. He could only guess the computer was watching them and evaluating there actions. "Very creepy right?"
"Well I don't recall doing anything noteworthy." That was the main issue. In the lab he'd played minute roles in all projects.
As Simone started to giggle again. Arawn slammed his hand on the table to help her focus. "It might be your actions outside the lab, you are one of the few in the squad that still does human world patrols. You've fought more hollows than half the squad." Arawn considered her answer. Well it felt cheap getting a leg up on the other scientist just because he used his word more.
"A win, is a win." he said aloud." Rubbing his chin. "So what do I do now that I'm 9th seat?" Simone skipped over to the desk and went to the computer. She began tapping away at the keys. She was quite the fast typist.
"Up to four body modifications." she said
"Pass." He hated to think of a modification going wrong.
"Personal quarters."
"I have those already." He grimaced the old lab was spacious, but cluttered with old materials and project. He still hadn't gotten around to cleaning it.
"Shift changes?"
"YAY!" he said sarcastically. "Is that it?
"That's it." she replied.
"Another promotion and little to show for it. I'm starting to see a pattern."
"Awww don't say that!" Simone sat back down to the workstation. "You can expect a little more respect from your peers. Not to mention salary."
She was right, but Arawn was too tired to care.