J.u.st Business

[Orca]

The dome stretched upward nearby, and ended somewhere behind him. The glass was tinted a sky blue, turning the beautiful black sky outside a dull slate grey. The stars looked like blemishes in a rather boring face. About face-height, at least for some aliens, a panel of clear glass coated the inside of the translucent dome, allowing a clear view of arriving ships, the dark sky, and the lights of the runway.

The blue plastic chair dug into his sensitive spine, poking hard at the little nubs of bone that jutted from beneath his storm colored coat, and between his vertebrae. The dark blue color was plain beside his mint colored skin, it was likely a horrid attempt to match the color of the universe, of outer space. Children ran around the windows, claws scratching at the floors, tails waving to and fro, their screams almost gave him a headache. A few rows ahead of him two boys fought over a small replica of some action hero, while their mother sipped at a steaming cup of spicy tea. Large yellow eyes swiftly moved from these distractions however, and fixed themselves on the two circular machines, projector-bots, who were drifting toward the ceiling. A large banner of empty pixels wavered in between them, rainbows ran across their surface, forming useless little images before becoming blank again. A remote, which rested in the palm of a long fingered hand, was adjusted slightly. The mechanical beasts moved apart, the light-screen between them slowly began to focus.

A phone rang, and another hand reached over to the empty seat nearby to pluck it up.
"Hello, no, I will not service your ineptitude, and tell you how to handle that troublesome group. Just get it done, or feel free to join your fired friends at the unemployed office. I do not care how you're feeling. Do it."
The voice on the other end let loose with a string of loud curses, and a third hand rose from beneath the remote clutching one to rub at his brow. With a nonchalant movement the phone was snapped closed, and returned to his pocket.

A fourth hand lifted a cup of cooling coffee to dark green lips, yellow eyes slowly drifted ceiling-ward.

A large screen was now hanging, a picture flashed in many different languages. It showed a blimp like casino, followed by many happy alien faces.

Not any casino.

His casino.

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Orca allowed himself a tiny little smirk, turning as the door behind him jetted open, and a few people hurried in. A few were green-faced and terrified, the satellite life had not been to their liking, a few were toting large telescopes, star watchers no doubt, a few were too boring to be noticed, and another group looked a little lost.

Brushing the people off as normal, not even a single terrorist to spice things up, the hybrid turned back toward the screens. Watching the language chance every time he spun the dial on his lavender headset.

The screen flickered through the color spectrum, reflecting in large yellow eyes.

One pair of arms lowered themselves into his pin-striped lap, his thin tail curled behind him in an almost gleeful wag.

The second pair of hands fiddled with his tie, before turning to massage his temples in a vain attempt to block out the noise of an approaching ship.