That which is mine...

*Inara is sitting behind an ornate desk, in an office that appears to be of Gallente origin. There is a large viewing window behind her desk overlooking a hanger that oddly bears the words CONCORD Bureau on the hanger doors. Her brows are furrowed in frustration as she addresses the camera drone.*

I was asked recently what I meant when I say 'mine', then later told that they still didn't completely understand the idea behind those words.

It all started when someone asked me what I stand for, what my purpose is... My immediate response was to the effect of the protection and betterment of me and mine. I don't feel there is much room for misinterpretation, I do everything within my power to guarantee the safety, survival, and improvement of my life and those that are near me. Vaden, my slaves, the Ghosts... the list goes on, but the idea is the same, they are mine and this concept is apparently difficult for some to grasp.

*Inara rubs her brow and glances to a crystal bottle sitting on a tray near her desk before shaking her head and turning back to the drone.*

And now, I'm hearing of potential threats to something that is mine... from something else that falls under the same category. Purely by practical business sense my choice is clear; but Reppy is such a darling and I'd hate to be forced to give her up simply because some people that I will not name can't move past things that should be labeled as history *as she says this a picture overlays on the screen of Elysa*. Though, I have nothing to fear from the old wardog herself... I don't want to force the directorship of the Ghosts to step in and intervene.

The bitch needs to realize that while Reppy and Mortis may be blood, Reppy has no intention of taking away from their interaction. While she has a new family, Reppy is still drawn to the blood connection she shares with Mort; I think the old attack hound is just afraid Reppy's appearance is going to make her handler go soft... not likely, but a reasonable fear.

*Inara groans in frustration*

This is why I don't get involved with other people's personal problems... I still can't explain why I offered Reppy sanctuary.

And to top it off, I keep seeing that damn purple headed bimbo giggling with that arrogant bastard who thinks the gods created him for the betterment of mankind. He is quite the waste of oxygen, yet he's been with a woman I hold in high respect then broke her heart for some Gallente tart. I keep telling myself he can't be that good, but the more I think about it, the more I want to tie his laboratory perfected ass up and see what it is about him that is so damn special...

*Inara finally breaks down and pours herself a glass of amber liquid and polishes it off quickly.*

And now, it's the end of the day. I sure hope Jane delivered that video she promised, it better be worth it considering I let her borrow some of my tools to make it.

*Feed dies as Inara sets her empty glass on the edge of her table and starts to walk away.*