Over the next hour or so, the others began to slowly filter in. She smiled to herself as she began to settle into a routine, knowing that, despite what the politicians sometimes thought, it was really her hand that determined if business ever really got done. She was glad she'd come in early too, as there were apparently a few backups in the Wards traffic, which she sorted out with only a few button presses, guiding the people to their destinations.
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“This is Citadel Traffic Control, Mirga Loros reporting for duty,” she said, and watched as a display compared her voice pattern to the one on file, before finally opening her station up to her. Taking her seat there, she readied her mind with a few short breathing exercises, and then began to run her fingers along the controls like she were playing an instrument. “I am going to kill those girls,” said the woman to herself with a sigh, before walking forward and pressing a few buttons at each station, getting the information routed from them to her main console. Now those displays were running without a single eye to take in their information, or a mind to process it.
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There should have been at least half a dozen of her colleagues on duty, monitoring the various holos, which contained a hundred minor reports that would need to be sorted through to find out what would need some personal attention, and what would sort itself out. This wasn't how it was supposed to be, of course. She walked into the room, and found it empty again.