Category: deWulf Corporate Democracy

"So Junior PackMaster Korman, why did you want to get transferred to Strategic Planning?" The officer involuntarily twisted a bit in his seat, eyes darting a bit at the question...

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"It's one thing for us to go and make these pronouncements, but it's another thing to actually have to organize this.. this…" "This mishmash of corporate sponsorship and panic construction?"

"It's one thing for us to go and make these pronouncements, but it's another thing to actually have to organize this.. this…" "This mishmash of corporate sponsorship and panic construction?"

. It was only last month that Strategic Planning had gotten the biggest bone thrown to it since its inception when it was decided to form a coherent fleet organizational system.

It had been almost two years since SPM Rollen had entered this office, and very little had changed. The furniture had been replaced, looking more in keeping with the changes of current fashion. The displays were as they had been, a few subtle changes where artifacts had been changed out. An early Lohengramm dynasty vase had been removed, replaced by handcrafted mirror of silver and brass. Rollen walked over to the new mirror, looking over at it. And carefully ignoring the owner of the office, quietly glaring at him from the desk that dominated the far side of the room.

"Next on the agenda: Fleet Organization" "Oh breaker, not this again." groaned PackMaster Klaus Thies. "Yes Klaus, this again."