Commissar Defeocri, a member of the off-world division of the people's labor board has done nothing but the same bland paperwork for the last several years now. Pelasgon was crumbling around him, and the lights in his office dying one by one were reminiscent of the stars around this planet likewise fading into silence.
There was however recently a moment of new creation, a second geopolitical big bang, and as the era of The Healing dawned, just four years after The Scream, the CBSS found itself as one, a stellar union, and two, a small polity surrounded by hungry neighbors.
the CBSS however, is not without its own tools, one thing they all need to operate however, is money.
For this, Commissar Defeocri is suited well.
There is a small knock on the door of his back-room office, only slightly bigger than a supply closet- and feeling every bit like one with the boxes of actual paper files around him