Karma
"Knickers", Vega said, softly.
Very much a victim of "careful what you wish for", Vega had gone to speak to Kura and had told her just exactly what Vega thought of how the Scalvoris government - or more precisely, Kura - was handling this situation. Vega, being who she was, had opinions on everything of course, and one of the opinions she had voiced was the opinion that Kura needed to stop unilaterally making decisions and, since the rest of the council appeared to be of slightly less use than a wet parchment, then Kura needed to put people in place who were getting on and doing stuff.
And, so, Vega stood in the Office of the Militant and she looked around. Having just closed the door, she breathed out and thought that it was her own fault.
She couldn't keep quiet, could she? Oh no. She had to be a gob on a pair of legs. Had to be full of opinions. Arlo would find this all very funny, she had no doubt, because suddenly Vega was in charge of the Scalvoris military. All of it. Every last one of them - at a time when there was a crisis, AND just after Kura had decided now was a good time for a reshuffle. Without, of course, asking the people involved.
She figured she could hear Vivian laughing from here.
"Make a change, Kura, I said," Vega grumbled to herself. "Get people involved an' stop bein' a dictator, I said." She looked at the pile of parchments on the desk and checked the date on the top one. It was before Rand was in a coma, before the Pirate Lord attacks. "Save me, I didn't mean me. A'right, Eva, no point grumblin' about it." Looking around the room, she made some decisions.
Vega walked back out of her office to where her assistantI'm figuring the Militant has a secretary / PA person sat. Vega looked at the individual in question - a human man - and she smiled. "I'd like all the information I asked for yester-trial in my office please, an' some boxes. I also want maps of the island - large an' details, as well as overview maps." He nodded. "Right away, ma'am," he said and Vega considered arguing.
"Also, I want a meetin', of as many of the Elements as possible, an' all commanders." He nodded. "When, ma'am?" If he kept calling her ma'am, Vega thought, she was going to pummel him.
"In three breaks," she said. He raised an eyebrow. "Is that a problem?" Her assistant looked at her and spoke to her as people so often did - but rarely twice. He spoke like she was perhaps a stupid person. "That isn't very much notice."
Vega's gaze didn't waver and she looked at him very, very calmly. "No, it's not. An' I'm right sorry if it interrupts the weekly sewin' bee or somethin' equally important but jus' in case no one noticed, we've got a bit of a crisis goin' on an' we need to move." He was inscrutible, Vega thought, but he did have the good grace to blush, just a little. "As you say ma'am."
The boxes came first and Vega unceremoniously picked up every item on Rand's desk and she dropped them into the box. Her assistant - who was holding the box - looked at her in surprise. "What if there's something important in there?"
Vega shook her head. "It's been there half an arc. If it were important, then it were asked about again, an' if it weren't asked about again, it weren't that important. I want you to go through it an' summarise it into one piece o' parchment for me." He looked at the half-full box and nodded. It made sense.
"An' I need someone to come in here an' take some letters down then send them." The assistant - whose name she would learn but right now she had no time to even think of- nodded.
And then, over the next few hours Vega wrote and dictated letters. Hesitantly at first, but then with increasing confidence.
