"Banned."
The word still haunts her, even now in her dreams. Scoffing under her breath, she pushes the thought out of her mind. She rolls from her bed to begin another sleepless night of study. Pulling her logs from the bookcase, she opens to the most recent pages, and thumbs through her numerous reference books. The static from the Comm-Link is a dull hum, monotonous and constant. Penciling her pages of research, a small knock at the door rouses her attention from the ebony and ivory scripts.
"A message, Ms. Westover."
"Yeah, get outta here." She reaches for the small letter and closes the door behind her. Turning it over in her hands, the seal of CR-E burns against the cream colored paper. Opening it quickly, she brushes over the short introduction welcoming her to The Crimson Empire. The next paragraph explains her duties as head of the Scientific Research and Weaponry Department. She nods, re-reading each and every detail carefully.
Pushing the countless papers to the side of her desk, she pins in the code from the letter into her Comm-Link. A young girl answers, asking her to state her business.
"A message for the Sovereign, please. This is N. Westover, reporting for duty."