The Zircon paces back and forth in her room. Her eyes wide and brows furrowed as she does so. Gosh- so she’s defending a Quartz who made a mistake and blew up a ship… okay. Prevent a shattering. That can’t be too hard.

…

She brings her hands to her face and groans loudly. Oh stars… this always happens! She freaks out about a case weeks before it happens- then- then she goes out and wins… oh she’s a mighty fine excuse of a zircon ain’t she…

Well- she is. She’s wins most of her cases, nine times out of ten.

Zircon takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She fixes her monocle, letting out a ‘Hmph…’ as she sits down in her chair.

“Don’t worry so much… you’ve got this…” she tells herself, trying to smile smugly to herself. “You are the best zircon to be assigned to such a case. You’ll win this… no doubt.”

….

There’s plenty of doubt.

Zircon groans out again and slams her face onto her desk. Shutting her eyes as her eyebrows droop pitifully.

“Oh stars….” She mumbles to herself, her voice muffled by the desk…