Having it All

Header: logisticians at work, by Ciaraíoch.

**Excerpt from the script of forthcoming pict advert.
Awaiting approval from the
Office for Propagation of Pertinent Information**

Voiceover: Belshira thought she had it all; a moderately sized habblock-dwelling-unit appropriate to her station, an MPM-maximising role as Sub-Sub-Logistician-Superior-9th-order facilitating skull transfers with the Office for Ceremonial Calculations... and a man she would gladly go to war with. What more could a loyal subject of the Sanguinary Utnapishtim want?

[text appears scrolling at the bottom of the screen: this is a rhetorical question, anyone found answering it with anything other than generically affirmative sentiment should be reported for punishment immediately. Remember - unlicensed aspiration is Tzeentchian heresy.]

But it seems the Blood God had other plans...

[cut to shot of an attractive-yet-somewhat-frazzled-in-a-relatable-manner young woman entering a modestly proportioned flat]

Belshira: respected comrade at arms, I'm home! And guess what I received today, it's our lisc-

[we see Belshira react as she turns into the main room, the camera zooms in on the paper falling from her hand - it was a completed 5-3-X form, showing she had just obtained license to breed]

[shot of Belshira's clearly inadequate husband in the process of murdering their elderly neighbour.... with another conspicuously more attractive female!]

Shubnib: my co-warrior, it... it's not what it looks like, I can explain!

[Belshira, burning with righteous fury, does not give him a chance to explain. We get a shot of her rushing into immediate battle, establishing that she is Not Weak and thus to be identified as the heroine of this story]

Storyboard panel for this shot.
Taken out of context, from a comic by Superfyn.

Voiceover: This Atrahasis Feast, Belshira will discover what's really important...

[shot of Belshira, overlooking windswept plane filled with evidently incredibly dangerous dinosaurs]

Belshira: ugh, I can't believe I got transferred to carnisaur research station 7! I'm going to miss this year's Atrahasis Feast Mass Sacrifice! This place is the worst!

[Xavian Dusk steps into frame from just behind her, he is very handsome and his tunic is slung fetchingly low revealing his extremely manly chest hair, he begins speaking]: oh I don't know about that, it has its upsides

[montage of Belshira and Xavian getting to know each other; evidently growing closer as he leans in behind her to show her how to use a rifle to properly hunt dinosaurs, his arms wrapping around her. Somehow his tunic only ever grows more Daring]

[candlelit shot of them sharing wine at dinner] Belshira: oh Xavian, I didn't know I could ever feel this way again...

[cut to a shot wherien Xavian smiles; his teeth are perfect]

... but that only makes what I have to say next harder... I got my old job back, they want me back on Tašmetu! What does this mean for us!?

Voiceover: ... and find out, can she truly Have It All?

Coming soon to pictscreens near you!

[text appears scrolling at the bottom of the screen: loyal citizens should not be alarmed, Belshira will of course choose to prioritise her work for our glorious empire in whatever fashion her superiors see fit. Remember - service is its own reward.]