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Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 12:43 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme The cold morning slapped Akari in the face as she rolled out of bed. At one point, she had hoped to eventually get used to the desolate temperature that eternally plagued the large space station. By now, however, she had long since accepted that it would be just as uncomfortable every single time. She quickly reached for an extra scarf and plunged her feet into the thick pair of boots by her bedside. To keep from being detected by the Empire's long-range scanners, there was a strict limit on the overall energy expenditure for the station, and keeping the place toasty warm was just not something they could afford to do.
Falcone had long since left, of course; as high general and lead strategist he was required to be present for the entirety of the council meetings. He hated the meetings, of course; though he was in training to be the king of his planet, he never had much interest in politics. Besides that, they took up far too much time, and the conversation didn't move very quickly. The importance didn't escape him, but because the vast majority of the meetings didn't really require him, he spent most of his time sitting in a corner trying not to fall asleep. Today was different, however. Spies within the Emperor's Military recently uncovered the location of the Imperial blueprints database -- including those for the facility where Valkier was researching Xarian magic. They knew that it was at this same facility that he was producing the fake magic blades, and they even knew where that was. If they could sneak in, they could not only free some captives -- they could retrieve his research and use it to find ways to counter it, and perhaps even make some for their own soldiers. However, the facility was nearly as well defended as Valkier's own stronghold, and infiltrating it without a clear understanding of its layout would be suicide. So, retrieving these blueprints would be a minor yet significant victory for the rebellion. It was this mission that would be brought forth before the council today. There really was no doubt about whether or not it would be done. The question was how soon, and with what support. Akari hoped to persuade the council to begin the mission today. When she first heard about the possibility, she immediately set out to make a crew, and worked with her husband on a plan. Everything was ready, they only needed the council's go-ahead. Finally fully dressed in her battle uniform, with that extra scarf still around her neck to keep out the pesky chill, she strode out of her room and down through the maze-like network of halls, doors and elevators to the council chambers. On her way, however, she stopped at Melia's room and knocked loudly on the door. "Hope you're awake, Stahlflugel," the queen nearly shouted. "Meeting starts soon, and you'd best be there, dressed or not, if you're gonna be on the crew. Come naked if you must, but they've already stalled this mission long enough that it could be worthless anyway." |
Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 9:33 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme "Yeah, yeah, I'm up," Stahlflugel said, cracking the door open to talk to Akari. "I'm very nearly dressed." She blinked her red eyes and rubbed them. "I... can't believe we're really going to do this... you know... infiltrate the Emperor's database." She exited her room, similtaneously closing the door and pulling on her last boot. "It's Luddamn crazy, but... I suppose if we can pull it off it'll be really, really worth it."
She shook her head and laughed. "Ha... I sound like my brother! He was always cautious like a little old lady when it came to things like this." OOC:I dunno... |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 2:17 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme Akari grinned, glad to see that Melia seemed enthusiastic about it. She harbored similar concerns, but knew that, as commander of the mission, she had to remain positive and not reveal potential flaws in the plan to her crew unless absolutely necessary. In theory, it seemed like a great plan. The target was not heavily protected, and was far enough from Tiershaa and Valkier's main fleet that their escape, should anything go wrong, wouldn't be that big of a problem. It was mostly the idea of infiltrating an Imperial facility that was daunting. Even if security wasn't as great as something on Tiershaa itself, it would not be simply a matter of walking in, getting what they needed, and leaving, either. Still, for his building, at least, they had a general idea of the layout, and had a solid plan for entry. Akari had gotten herself in enough trouble over the years to know how to adapt to changing situations as well, so she felt confident enough. That she was confident seemed to be enough for her crew.
Now, all that was left was to get the council to share her confidence. When at last Melia emerged ready, Akari promptly strode off towards the council chambers, only briefly glancing over her shoulder to make sure that the Sindhian was following her. She burst into the chambers and, when she saw that it was free, marched excitedly to center floor. "Ladies and gentlemen, et cetera, et cetera, as much as you political-types love to waste time, I'm not in the habit of it, so let's get down to business." Falcone glanced affectionately at her from where he stood against a far wall. He knew few aside from his wife that could do such a thing without being embarrassed. "You know what I'm here for, I've stood before you about it many times before, and for me to do so yet another after this would be simply ridiculous. Furthermore, at this point, any further delays should certainly increase the risk of it being for naught by a factor of two each day. In other words, if by some miracle you hear me as soon as is possible for this body, it will be sixty-four times more likely than it is now that they will have increased the security -- or worse, moved the 'prints. Yes, for those of you that are bad at math, I said it would take a week for you to hear this again." Only after Akari said it did she realize that it was probably going too far. She took a second to calm down before continuing. "Look, my crew is ready to do this. If we're caught, it's on us, and you know you can trust each of us to reveal nothing. We can hardly call this operation a resistance if we don't actually do any resisting. And, I needn't remind you that the only plans that have been approved by this body in the past month have been reconnaissance -- and that's a very generous term, at that. Now's the time to change that! Now's the time to act, while we have a solid plan! Now's the time to approve this da -- this thing already!" A murmur rippled through the assembled ambassadors. Akari sensed that it was mostly in her favor, but she still had some doubt. She looked around until she found Hawkes, and looked hopefully at him. Perhaps a review of the strength of their plan might help, she thought. Hawkes was good at presenting plans, and she had spoken enough already. While having the whole crew there this time seemed to have some positive influence, she thought that perhaps one last push would do the trick. --- Elsewhere.... "What are you doing, you blundering idiot!?" The lieutenant colonel exclaimed. "This is why you'll never be promoted to second lieutenant. Do it again. And fix your tie, it looks awful. If you're not fighting or doing something useful, you should at least look presentable. You may want to iron it, actually. Better yet, get someone else to iron it -- you'll probably just screw that up, to." He handed the man, who felt extremely small at the moment, the untouched cup of coffee. "Decaf, what were you thinking? Honestly!" "I'm... sorry sir, it'll never happen again," the man said, not raising his eyes. "Damn straight! If the only demoting I could threaten weren't outright firing you, I'd threaten it. Now get out of here. Have someone else get my coffee, actually. You can get back to whatever menial paper-shuffling you're normally assigned to. What's your name, coincidentally, Lieutenant?" "I-i-i-it's J-J-Jones, sir. Harold Jones. Sir. Excuse me, s-s-sir." "Don't stutter, it only enhances your stupidity. Now get out before I have to share any more of my wisdom with you." First Lieutenant Jones was only too happy to oblige. As the man left, Lieutenant Colonal Briant wrote down "Jones, Harold" in the large notebook on his desk and put two stars next to it, and flipped it shut. The cover read: "Subordinates who need pay raises and/or bonuses." "God, I hope something happens soon, before I'm obliged to pay *everyone* in this damn unit extra. The paperwork is going to be terrible this month." Christopher had long-since noticed that he tended to be extra harsh on those under his command when he was particularly bored. By this time, he'd started doing it on purpose as a means of avoiding that boredom. What he didn't know was whether or not his subordinates had yet noticed. OOC: Falcone has presumably already presented his thoughts on the plan. That's why he's not said anything.
For convenience, I'm just using the US army/air force ranks. |
spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 10:16 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme General Elaina Storming’s eyes fluttered open as the first rays of warm sunshine shone through the high windows of her room. She stretched and yawned and slipped out of bed to pull back the curtains to let in more light. The sky was turning warm shades of pink and orange. It looked like it would be another beautiful day in Sindh. She had decided to take the smaller guest bedroom after seeing its view. It faced south so she could watch the sun rise and set. Besides, she had never need much room. The furnishings were Spartan but of good quality. A bed, a desk with a chair and a closet was all she needed, but her harp stood in a well lit corner by the window. There were a few paintings on the wall and a small silver statue of an eagle perched on her desk and gleamed in the morning light. She went into the bathroom and cleaned up, and the dressed for the day in the uniform white shirt, dark blue skirt and black knee-high boots.
As she was finished braiding her long black hair as a maid, a young Lekhian girl, cautiously entered the room. Her usual maid had asked to be let go on maternity leave, but asked if her daughter could take her place. It was her first day, and the girl was obviously nervous. Elaina had her back turned to her, but could feel her uneasiness as she listened to her tiptoe toward her desk. She absently wondered what stories the girl had been told to make her so anxious. She had never been unkind to her mother, but just then again, she had invaded and conquered her home planet and she was well aware of many of the horror stories that were being told. “I like to have breakfast on the terrace, Tenille,” Elaina’s crisp voice shattered the silence as she spoke in the girl’s native tongue. There was a rather loud squawk, a clatter and the sound of shattering china. She whipped around immediately ready to attack, but then relaxed her stance and shook her head as she slowly approached the ostrich that had its head stuffed under the mattress. “Amusing.” (She didn’t sound amused.) She lifted the mattress and waited for the ostrich to stand straight before lowering it. The girl/ostrich was trembling and looked as though it was bracing herself for the worse. “Do relax. I’m not going to skin you alive, though you are beginning to get on my nerves-“ Tenille cringed and Elaina wondered if she had said the sentence right. She was much more fluent in Sindh since Kamil was less afraid to correct her mistakes than the maid, and the Lekhian grammar patterns were rather atrocious. “That was a joke, lass, but then I’ve told I have a lousy sense of humor.” She paused and looked the terrified bird up and down. Talking to her was obviously not helping her calm down, so Elaina decided to remove her presence. “Just clean up the mess and bring breakfast.” She grabbed her pen, the paperwork she hadn’t finished last night, and her personal palm computer, walked out onto the terrace, sat in a chair and placed the computer on the small table. The general held the paper work in her lap, but her pen remained relaxed as her icy blue eyes watched the sky as it lightened and changed from an inky blueish purple to orange, yellow, pink, and then blue. The computer beeped importantly and Elaina’s attention zeroed in on the screen. “Good morning, General,” a rat-like man with oily black hair and a long nose, greeted her with an infamous smug grin. Silk was a black op agent she had worked with when she was part of the Empire’s Secret Police. He had been loyal and a great help to her all through out her career even if it was only so he could benefit, and benefit he had. She had recommended that Silk be her replacement when she left her place as head of the ESP. Though she was no longer the official head, but she was still kept up to date on what was going on, and Silk often came to her for help and advice. “What is it you want now, rat?” she asked smoothly. “Ouch! My, my! Can’t I just call to say hello to my favorite little vampire? It looks like someone pulled an all nighter.” his smile never faltered as he teased her about her pale complexion and the dark circles under her eyes. Despite the fun and the warm weather her skin was as pale as ever, refusing to even burn. The shadows, she believed, were now a permanent feature on her face. She glared at him evenly, and Silk sighed. “Two moles, rebellion spies, have been captured. After extensive torture revealed nothing, we were able to find one of their families and with a bit of negotiation, he did reveal that he had helped obtain the blueprints to the database that stores His Majesty’s research on the Xarian magic and the plans for the new energy blades.” “Did you manage to get those blueprints back?” she asked, her eyes smoldered. “Negative,” he answered, glad that there was a couple of lightyears separating them. “Apparently, there were three moles and the last has gotten away.” Elaina leaned back in her seat and looked pensive. “Kill the spies. Impersonating an Imperial officer is an offence punishable by death. Make sure those rebels here about it and maybe they’ll think twice about doing it again. I want ESP to do a sweep of all the troops and weed out the garden, but better make sure there aren’t any moles working for you first though. I am not happy that you let this slip, Silk. How much does the family know?” “Nothing, not even that the Empire’s involved,” Silk looked proud of him self, but Elaina continued to be un impressed. “Blissful ignorance,” Elaina murmured. "Let them go, but keep them under surveillence in case any rebels try to contact them." "And the missing blueprints?" "Well, they're gone, we might as well assume the rebels have them by now," she rubbed her temples, and then signalled for him to be silent as Tenille returned with breakfast. She placed it on the table without a word, made the bed and left. "Tighten security. I don't want a mouse to get by undetected." She didn't have to threaten, he knew the consequences if he failed. "I'll see what I can do about tightening security on the outside. Maybe we can scare them off, but just in case it may be good to transfer the file or make a copy and corrupt the original. Is that possible?" "Um..." "Nevermind, I'll get Gemini to work on it," The ended the conversation and looked at her options, and then called up Lieutenant Colonel Briant. Though he was a pompous twit, he was stationed near the area and had the man power to do what she wanted accomplished. "I find that I am in need of your services, Lieutenant Colonel." |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 12:23 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme OOC:So, Mo... I'm going to assume there's no drastic holding things on Kamil, Elaina just trusts him? Believe me, he wouldn't betray that since he actually respects her a lot ^_^;;
Kamil woke with a start. "What--!!" He exclaimed, looking around. He became quite embarrassed when he realized that it was just the maid's daughter, coming in to give him breakfast. "Oh, um, sorry," he said, quite gently. He could do at least that much in his limited Lekhian. Thankfully, she hadn't lay an egg or anything drastic like that. "Prince Kamil..." Her lip quivered. "G-General Storming was very cold to me... and in Lekhian, too! It was so startled to be greeted so brusquely this early in the morning." He laughed nervously. "Tenille, that's just something you'll have to get used to, I'm afraid. It's just her personality. She really... actually, she cares a lot more for all of us than many give her credit for." She nodded, still looking shaken, but like she believed him. She set his tray down on his bedside table, and with a polite bow, left the room to deliver Elaina's breakfast. Kamil took his tray over to the small table in his room and ate there; the view of the bay was beautiful. As he ate, he looked up at the paintings on the wall. The rising sun gradually filled the room from its bottom to the top of the high arches of the doors and the windows, and as it did, for the first time, he took a good look at the paintings in his room. He had only given them passing glances before, but now he saw that they were in fact very valuable paintings of the epics from the Great Book. One was of the world's creation, the next of its rebirth and the releasing of the djinn from underneath the Earth, something that plagued this planet with all kinds of misfortune for thousands of years. When people were the avatars of the Demi-Gods themselves, the balance of the world was sent towards destruction. The final painting was of the supposed last Djinn, Vendetta the Soul Reaper. She supposedly sealed off the succession line with high magic, making her the last one born with undiluted Djinn blood. Legend has it that she ventured with the princes Hack and Rangoon to find the lost magic necessary to do this... and in the meantime fell deeply in love with Hack. If he was descended from them, as the ancient tale would have it... he was part Djinn. He laughed a little and shook his head. "Just a tall tale." Why, then, did he find his heart longing it for it to be true? -- Melia gave Akari a supportive smile from the audience, not knowing what more to do. Oh, that Hawkes is oh-so military, he probably could help, she said, sighing. Me? I'm useless for anything I can't make with my hands. Gimme hours in the garage over this stuff any day. |
Asai Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 638 | Hawkes caught Akari's glance and nodded. He knew the council wasn't so quick to act, but he felt positive he could convince them otherwise. Rising from his seat, Hawkes walked up to the council table and placed his hand upon it.
"The time to act is upon us," he began, hushing the crowd in a few short moments. "We have gained solid intel on this base. We know the planet it is on, we know where on the planet it is hidden, even the basic security code to breach the perimeter shield. All we are asking of you is to allow a four-man team to enter the facility and harvest the information we need. A fortress this vital to our enemies operation will have the locations we seek." As he moved to continue, a tall, gaunt councilman spoke up. "What if you are caught? We cannot beseige any force the Valkier has without great risk to fleet, which is our only defense should Valkier ever learn of our location!" This statement caused a small uproar, which Hawkes quickly quieted. "Simply put, I can tell you that we won't be. More elaborately, I'm not asking you to, anyway. Have some measure of faith in us, Councilor Stiles." The councilor was not done yet, though. "And who will lead this mission? You do not have the authority, and no captain would risk themselves on so foolish a venture!" At this point, a larger man who was sitting in the audience chamber stood up and walked up next to Hawkes. "I have agreed to command this mission," he said, ignoring the scattered and shocked muttering around the chamber. "Captain Klos?! You cannot be-" "I am. This operation, though suggested by someone as irreverant as Hawkes and Akari to begin with, has great merit. I will see it through." Hawkes was thoroughly surprised. It had taken much convincing to even get Klos onboard, and now to have him so outspokenly and eloquently defend it was odd. He mouthed the words "Thank you" to Klos, but Klos shrugged it off. Stunned, Stiles sank back into his chair, throwing out another question. "And...a crew?" Hawkes seized control of the forum once again. "Myself, Akari, and Melia," he boomed, indicating the other two with a wave of his hand. "Together, the four of us have the skills to break into this fortress and succeed with our mission. So, I ask you again, will you allow this to us?" It was a long moment before the Chairman of the Council even moved. At long last, he sighed and leaned forward in his chair. "Not lightly do I allow this request. It will be dangerous, and you will have no backup. Klos, I trust you as a commander, and Hawkes, in your wisdom, and Akari and Melia in...your stubbornness at insisting this issue. All the same, we wish you luck. Godspeed." |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 5:48 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme Akari successfully forced herself to suppress her excitement throughout Hawkes' command of the chambers. She knew that they would have their mission the moment he countered the first opposition. The council could no longer sit on their fat asses and pretend to be worried about each other. As the topic was dismissed and the team began to file out, Akari caught her husband's eye and exchanged a significant look.
Be careful, Falcone cautioned her telepathically. You know as well as I how old this information is by now. Careful? Dear, you know how much care I put into every thing I do! Which is why you're worried. You forget that I can sense your emotions as well as you can mine. Akari pretended to ignore this, throwing him a rebellious grin and blowing him a kiss. This'll be cake! We'll be back before you know it. Falcone smiled supportively, but with little more conviction behind it than was behind her words. With that, she turned around and caught up with Melia. "Brilliant," she whispered to her. "Too bad every permission-groveling experience can't be as lovely, eh? Ready to show ol' Valkier our 'stubbornness'?" --- Wooosh! Smack! The poorly written report-turned paper airplane flew into the clearly humiliated Lieutenant's face and plopped to the ground. Behind the other side of the desk, Lieutenant Colonel Briant heaved a heavy sigh as he crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. This was the second time he'd done this to the poor man that day. "Honestly, Oyere, I don't see what's so difficult. It's a simple personnel status report. It's practically fill-in-the-blanks! I don't have time to keep going through this time and time again every week, hoping that maybe -- just maybe -- I can sign off on it. I'd love to offer you an easier job that you might understand better, but... perhaps you think what you do now isn't challenging you enough? Is that it?" "No sir, I...." Before he could finish, the door to Briant's office flew open, and a rather disgruntled-looking young woman rushed in. "That better not be decaf!" Briant snapped at her, though he wore a smile to indicate that this was a joke. "I don't have coffee sir, you didn't ask for it." The joke, it seemed, was completely lost on the young woman. "It was just a --" "Excuse me for interrupting, sir, but it's a comm from General Storming. You really need to keep your viewscreen on in cases like these." The young woman was Briant's secretary, Captain Jennifer Viev, and was the only person on his staff who didn't let his particular way of dealing with his subordinates get to her. He respected her for it, which is why she had lasted so much longer than his other secretaries. Of course, several people had tried to follow after her example and stand up to him, but none got very far. "General Storming?!" Briant was surprised that he should be hearing from such high brass. It was only for the briefest moment, however, that he allowed himself to be impressed. He then quickly flipped on the viewscreen, asked Viev to put the General on screen, and told Lieutenant Oyere to tell his Captain to stop being such a prat, and to do the reports himself, suggesting Oyere take the paper airplane to use as well, if he wished. The lieutenant confusedly took the airplane obediently, and shuffled out of the room quickly. Though surprised at the leniency, he was not about to question it -- he was furthermore impressed that Briant knew that the report wasn't his job in the first place; the way he was being spoken to at the beginning of the conversation wasn't exactly indicative of such knowledge. Oyere was, of course, too afraid of Lieutenant Colonel Briant, however, to tell him. Briant's original plan was to call in the Captain himself and tell him the same thing he'd told Oyere to tell him, but being called upon by General Storming certainly meant that something interesting must happen soon, and that he needn't be so harsh on his staff for a while to keep from being bored. When Briant was once again alone in his office, except for Captain Viev, who had returned to take notes that Briant periodically expected her to have taken, even without his asking, Storming's face appeared on the large viewscreen. "Good day, General," he greeted her cordially. "What can I do for you? Myself and my staff are at your disposal." |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 12:13 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme Melia cracked her knuckles, and with a faint smirk, whispered back, "You kiddin'? I've been ready for years."
OOC:arright, let's get this partay started :] |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 10:49 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme "I do not enjoy being kept waiting, Lieutenant Colonel," Elaina greeted him icily as she poured herself a cup of Earl Grey tea, ignoring his manners. She did not look directly at the screen as she focused on her tea. "Do see that your viewscreen is kept on in the future in order to avoid the inconvenience." She began spooning a large amount of sugar into the cup and then she stirred it in.
"Now, then," the General began crisply after she had taken a sip. It needed more sugar, so she began to add more. "It has come to my attention that the security around the facility His Majesty is conducting his research and the data base where the information is stored has become far too lax." She took another sip of tea, appeared satisfied and looked back at Briant. "I have already taken the liberty of making sure precautions are taken, but it never hurts to be careful," Storming quickly drained her cup and set it aside. "Seeing how you are near the facility and have the sufficent man power I require, I am sending in you and your men to secure the facility. It is believed that the rebellion has retrieved certain information that could be detrimental to His Majesty's research. The team might be small, but be prepared for anything in case they stage an attack of larger proportions. Any questions?" Elaina assumed that he would have no objections. She knew that he hated paperwork and loved ordering people around. She also didn't mention failure since it was not an option. She wasn't one who made threats verbally like the Lieutenant Colonel because she didn't need to. Usually the fear of her carrying out her unspoken punishments were enough that the mission succeeded. |
| Asai Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 638 | OOC:I know it's all OOC, and I'll delete it later, but I need to know how Arkus is involved in this one...hired for extra help?? He is well known to the entire Empire military... |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 8:57 am | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme OOC:Elaina loathes him as much as she loathes the Xarians for reasons she doesn't quite understand. xD She would only hire the scummy bounty hunter if she was desperate. Silk or Briant might do it behind her back, but she'd be absolutely furious if they failed and she found out that Rufo was involved. lol |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 1:59 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme All of a sudden, there was a hand being waved in front of Kamil's face. Leon's hand.
"D-Fu-Agh, Leon, where'd you come from?" Kamil said, nearly jumping out of his chair. He shrugged. "Down the hall." "I know that, Captain Obvious." Kamil shook his head. "Anyways, shouldn't you be watching Elaina?" "I am." Kamil then noticed his head was tilted towards the open door, presumably to hear any intruders. "No, I meant... with your eyes. That's your job." "The General is on the phone right now, and I thought it best not to disturb her." "Yeah... you'd probably get your head bitten off if you went in right now." Kamil looked at what Leon was dressed in. "A coat? Really?" "It's chilly in the mornings here," Leon said, genuinely meaning it. "You've got to be kidding me." Kamil said. "Well, wait, I take that back. Compared to Palau anywhere's gotta seem cool and dry." OOC:Leon's here... yay! :D
Go, rp, go!! *pushes it* |
| Asai Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 638 | Hawkes smiled in relief as he left the council chamber, Klos following him. Hawkes turned to face Klos, his question clear upon his face.
"Why did I support you here?" Klos asked, to which Hawkes nodded slowly. "Do not take me for some petty scoundrel who refuses to assist someone out of personal grudge. You have no respect for authority or rules. You tend to badger the council into your wishes. This time, however, I am not letting you off so easily. I am in command of this mission, not you, and do not forget that." With that, Klos left to return to his chambers and gather his things. Hawkes scowled as he walked away. Always so rigid to rules, that man. Got where he was by kissing up to his superiors, in Hawkes' opinion. Regardless of his qualifications, to Hawkes, Klos was another conformist fool. That kind of thinking would have never come up with a plan like this. Having already packed, Hawkes proceeded to the ship, preparing it for the mission soon to come... *** Silk had slipped away while the General was in contact with Lt.Col. Briant. Making his way to his own private chambers, he quickly closed and locked the door. He knew the General would not approve of his choice, but he felt that the safety of the empire would be dependent on the assistance of one man. Reaching his communicator, he quickly sent out an encoded frequency on a private channel. The viewscreen opened up to show a tall, blond man with blue eyes and a fedora on his head. "Silk, mate, what are y'calling me for?" asked the bounty hunter, Arkus Rufo by name. Silk cringed as he replied. "My mistress believes the rebels might attack an outpost of the empire - it is an important weapons facility and it must not be taken." "And I'm the only one who can stop it, yes? You know my fee. I'll be expecting it in advance." "Of course, sir, of course." "I can also assume that the dear old Stormcloud isn't aware you're calling me?" "No, sir, of course not." "Excellent! Send me the coordinates and I'll be on my way!" Silk immediately obliged, and when the viewscreen turned off, hoped and prayed he'd done the right thing. |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 3:49 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme "No questions at all, ma'am," responded an excited Briant, standing and saluting smartly. It was all he could do not to grin from ear to ear in pleasure from this new assignment. "I shall begin transferring my command crew and essential equipment immediately." When the view-screen faded to blank, Briant began to walk towards the door. He raised his index finger and opened his mouth as though about to issue a command.
"On it, sir," interrupted Captain Jennifer, putting away her pen. "I'll patch your view-screen into inter-department comms. All necessary officers will get you." "Excellent, excellent." Briant turned sharply around and returned to the center of his office. "Ladies, Gentlemen," he said in a loud, clear voice when the view-screen at last lit up. "If Captain Jen has done her job correctly, you all are essential staff, and will accompany me on a special mission assigned by General Storming herself. We are to reinforce security in a certain facility. What we are securing will be information I shall keep to myself, as I don't want you all screwing up and focusing on that one thing. I'm sure I needn't remind you that failure is not an option, but I will anyway. Complete this successfully, and you will be glad of it. Fail, and you will regret it forever. There are no questions, so prepare your things. We leave as immediately as possible. Thank you." --- "That's what I'm talkin' about!" Akari responded, her voice full of excitement. As she had dressed in her battle uniform, she was just as ready as Hawkes was, and caught up with him on the way, offering to help with the flight preparations. OOC: bleah... |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 12:32 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme Leon waved goodbye to Kamil and walked down the hall to Elaina's room. He decided to check in on her before resuming his post outside her door. "Good morning, General," he said in his Palauan-accented Basic. "I trust everything is well?"
-- Melia ran back to her room, grabbed her stuff, then ran back to meet the others. Catching up, she dropped her bags in the vessel, then went to help with the pre-flight checklist. "'Ey, 'Flugel... come look at the anti-grav drive!" Came a call from underneath the engine. She ran to the engine room, then inspected the suspicious part. "What, that's the part stickin' up the works?" "Yeah, it just won't go." Said the mechanic. "You just have to give the anti-gravs on these models a little love," she said, kicking it hard. It immediately began to spin as it should. Melia smiled with satisfaction. "That's it?" He showed her the checklist. "Er... yeah." "Okay! Sweet! Then we're ready to go!!" OOC:Palauan accent = sounds like Haitian/Caribbean accent
Basic = I had no idea what to call what Empire peeps speak, lol. |
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