theycalledmeacurse: (intrigue)
rogue. ([personal profile] theycalledmeacurse) wrote in [community profile] fateandfortune 2016-01-11 06:03 am (UTC)

Their storage facility was incredibly impressive, and would be more than useful when they got their operation running at full-scale. She could picture the place in a few years, the drones tending to crops and the stores full and waiting for alliance ships to restock their pantries. It would be a good system, one that work exceptionally well once they were able to keep the drones here long-term.

Rogue was thoroughly enjoying the opportunity to get her hands dirty, as it were. She could tell herself whether most of the fruits and vegetables were ready for picking, and for the ones she was less familiar with, there was usually someone in her head willing to volunteer some information. They had done really well in their planting and organization, and only once did she suggestion relocating one of the varieties to a raised bed in the hopes that it would do better - the ground seemed a little too wet for the roots as it was.

By the time they'd gone through the whole field, her hands were caked with dirt, and the bottom halves of her pants and shirtsleeves had soil clinging to them that was hard to shake. But she didn't care. She didn't even notice the streak of dirt along her neck.

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