"Fuck my LIFE!"
Slumping back on his chair, Lewis gave a sigh of defeat. Before him lay the base blueprints of the rocket that would (in theory, not theorem) send them to the Moon.
But he was running into technical issues...
How are we supposed to safely exit the atmosphere before being cooked into crisp! God damn it, I need to know the exact composition of the metal that would be used to build the freaking shuttle out of. And don't get me started on how much fuel would be needed to get us off from the gravity of Earadun. Celestine still hasn't figured out the necessary codes to write a program intended to simulate the planet's gravity coefficient...
Slamming his head onto the table, he let out a disgruntled scream. "Sire, are you feeling alright?" A worried Wulfin teaboy called from outside the door, worried that one of his Big Bosses is having an existential crisis. "No need to worry about me, Caelum, I'm just feeling...tired, that's all."
Reassured that his Boss was not following to unalive himself, Caelum went his merry way, back to preparing the snacks that the higher-ups would want.
Once confirming the footsteps had faded in the distance, Lewis began drawing new plans, this time for an oxygen fractionating line. Damn it, why on earth do I have to do all the heavy work!? God, if only there were more qualified people. Hey, that's a good idea. I should mention this at the next meeting, so that I don't lose more hair than I already have. What would Celine think of me...
Releasing another deep sigh, he began reading through the reports that Goblina had sent in regards to the little pet project he had sent her to complete. "Hmm, weird. The oxygen concentration here is around...21%? Carbon Dioxide is 5%? Nitrogen 60%? Other gases 5%? Oh, this is normal – Magicle concentration 9%..."
Despite the results being all normal and that, Lewis still couldn't shake off the doubt that lingered on his mind. These results, they're very similar to...
Earth?
Confusion piling higher than ever, Lewis wanted to get to the bottom of this conundrum. Wait a minute, how on earth–
"Sire, Lord Duncan is requesting your presence for the meeting."
Carrying a tray of Jaffa Cakes, Caelum walked in, informing Lewis of his intended presence. "Oh right, yeah I'm coming."
Just as he was about to step out, he couldn't help but feel that he was forgetting something, something very important...
Oh well, must be something small and inconsequential. Anyways, we genuinely need to figure out a way to increase the number of people having the qualifications to shoulder our burdens. Fingers crossed we have enough money to create a vocational school for the Beastmen...
Flattening his already thinning scalp, Lewis stood up, planning to visit Simon regarding the results on metallurgy before continuing his way to the meeting.
I hope nothing goes wrong...