A commission from https://www.furaffinity.net/user/tofu93/

Tofu draws Tash in that soft, pleasant way that I love so much. This was an artistic freedom commission and they came back with this pic of Tash sitting and working on a gadget. It stuck with me a lot and I finally finished my story for it. Just a little scene to go with the pic. I really love my tofu Tash pics... they show a side of her that I want to create more of.

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Tash Daigremont’s adoptive parents currently reside on Orxon’s moon, Psyche.
Korin Daigremont, her adoptive father, worked as a researcher in the Orxon University of Applied Physics’ chemistry department. His research includes investigation of adhesive substances and isolating lead compounds for hormone therapies. He is now retired and holds an emeritus position at the University of Applied Physics, as well as several consulting roles at various corporations.
Kailin Daigremont, Tash’s adoptive mother, served for two years in Orxon’s Global Defense force, in the 60th sapper regiment. She transitioned to the private sector and worked primarily in improvement to infrastructure on developing planets. She has since retired but is a member of the committee for civil activities on Psyche.
The Daigremonts are patrons of several charities on both Psyche and Orxon.
Instances of Lombaxes are scarce in the Daigremonts’ dimension. While some literature mentions persons resembling Lombaxes, none besides Tash and Dr. Angela Cross of Megacorp are genomically confirmed as such. The Daigremonts declined further investigation into their daughter’s biology during her childhood. Upon adulthood, Tash Daigremont has consented to participating in three studies of her biology. Two studies, both from the Institute for Universal Medicine, investigated treatment of orphan diseases. One study, from the private genetic research firm Allele Inc, explored cell regeneration of Cazar-like lifeforms.
At present, Tash lives in an orbital housing complex in Orxon’s upper atmosphere. She frequently visits her parents on Psyche. She held a nine-month internship with Psyche’s Department of Natural Resources during her undergraduate study and returns to maintain the components of monitoring system for the moon’s water table.

The tiny mechanical room had been built from Eco-crete and the walls and floor were stained with algae. Tash closed the hatch over her and her eyes adjusted to the grey-blue glow of the water. Bio-lighting cost about one thousand times the price of standard LEDs, but in accordance with Psyche’s legislature, every aspect of the project had to maintain complete environmental non-impact. The monitoring system ran on hydroelectric power and all of the components were made of pollution-neutral materials and coatings.
The groundwater monitoring system was no more than a few underground probes connected to a data stack. The isomerizing tower she’d designed in Mecta, which produced two tons of intermediate hydrocarbon every day, had a smaller budget than the tiny system before her.

She opened the manifold and disconnected the flow meter. The capsule-shaped mechanism needed monthly maintenance and she was the last person associated with the project. Everyone else had either changed jobs or retired. Tash seated herself on the concrete floor and unscrewed the access plate on the side of the meter.
She undid the top of her suit and let it fall to the floor. Condensation hung off every surface in the room. Psyche’s second season, Cusp, had just started and the morning humidity had peaked. Cusp had always been her favorite season. Cusp days were sticky and stifling, but every night came with a hearty rainstorm. When she was younger, she and her father had sat in his office, watching the downpour roll toward their home.
She disconnected the flow sensor and slid it from the housing. A layer of biofilm, the color of Orxon’s sky, coated the glassy sensor. She opened the toolkit and looked for a rag.

Her tail slapped the concrete.

Rags couldn’t be stored on-site, since biodegradable fabric quickly disintegrated in the muggy room. She hadn’t been able to find a gasket seal which met Psyche’s environmental standards, so the toolbox contained only a few wrenches, screwdrivers and some lubricant.

The plan had just been to bring rags to the location with each visit.

She hadn’t been to the mechanical room in a month and a half. Mecta had entered a heavy receiving period as interplanetary shipping prices had dropped. Most of the plants and labs had reduced their downtime to eight hours or less. Simultaneously, the capital group who’d purchased Mecta had been demanding meetings every other week. If not for Cusp and her parents, she probably would have abandoned the little monitoring station and let it become another white elephant on Psyche.
Tash rubbed one side of the sensor against her top. The smear transferred onto her breast and she wiped the sensor across her fingers. She turned the sensor and cleaned the opposite side on her other breast. A drop of condensation landed between her shoulders and her eyes narrowed.
More biofilm flicked onto her pants as she wiped the interior of the meter out with a finger.
A blue glow, emanating from her crumpled suit top, lit the room. Tash dropped the flow meter onto her lap, leaned backward, and fished out her tablet.
Tash answered Sanna’s video call request with audio-only.

“Hey Sanna.”

“Hi Tash, sorry to call you- can I talk to you for a minute?” Sanna spoke in a slightly raised voice, as if the call were on speaker.

“Uh, sure,” said Tash.

“Right, okay, well,” Sanna paused for a second and her voice grew softer, “do you want to just ask her-”

“Tash, uh, hey, it’s Weyland,” said Weyland in the same, loud voice, “uh, we’re here with the guys from Shared Interest Group.”

“One of you-,” said Sanna in the background.

“I can explain it to her-” said Weyland, “They just want to know some, I guess environmental stuff.”

“Weyland,” Sanna sounded annoyed, “Tash, they want to look at the aggregated emissions data from our sector. But, we stopped collecting that I thought?”

“MCA terminated the data collection program around four months ago, yes,” Tash screwed the end of the flow meter back on.

“Excuse me,” said a male Blaarg, “do you happen to know the reasoning for that? Collecting that data is a federal requirement.”

“That’s not her concern,” said Sanna, “thanks Tash, we just needed to know if we still had that data is all. Sorry to bother you on your day off.”

“If she’s affiliated with that data then she has a legal obligation to explain this in the absence of another reporting party,” said the Blaarg.

“Oh my God,” said Sanna under her breath, “I can check the minutes from the preceding administrative meeting to find out why the program was cut.”

“We have the data,” said Tash, locking the flow meter back into the pipe. The call went silent and she grinned.

“Oh, shit, sweet!” said Weyland, “can you send that over?”

“It’s automatically collected by the emissions sensors and stored on their flash memory,” said Tash, “I would have to pull it from there.”

“How current is the data?” Asked the Blaarg.

“It’s been recorded for as long as the sensors have been in place,” said Tash, locking the flow meter back into its housing, “terminating the program just meant the data isn’t being stored on the MCA servers anymore.”

“Uh, you’re in tomorrow, right Tash? Can you pull the data then?” Asked Weyland as Tash zipped up her suit.

“You should be able to do that, Weyland” said Sanna, “thanks Tash. That was, very helpful.”

“Glad I could help,” said Tash.