“Inter-planetary commerce has dropped by 75%, with shortages of grain…”
Rouya rubbed her temples as she struggled to pay attention to the reports of her council members. They’d each give off a ten-minute speech on what’s going wrong in their specific area and then expect her to pull a solution right out of her sleeve. Whenever she made a suggestion, it immediately brought up objections by other members, which would point out shortcomings in other fields that made it impossible for her to achieve what she suggested.
