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Post by Kooshmeister on Jan 31, 2005 18:20:57 GMT -5
"Toads, huh?" Renfield said, turning to face the other hare. He didn't seem terribly broken up about Whitehind's predicament. Even when the planet Warren was mentioned.
He'd fibbed a little talking to Corporal, as he wans't really a Political Officer, merely an Assistant Political Officer. As a result, although he knew a lot, he wasn't told every little thing. He didn't know about the mission being undertaken by Ensign Whitehind and the Valiant. But upon hearing that it was top priority and something the toads were involved in, he was going to find out.
"Oh, we'll assist you Ensign. But you might want to talk to him," he said, looking at Corporal. "He runs the station."
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Post by Claudia Carranza on Jan 31, 2005 20:54:16 GMT -5
Meanwhile, the ferret has dropped to his rump, pencil in hand. TIny black nose qiggles as he sniffs it over and over, roling it in his tiny hands.
TBCB anyone
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Post by Norris on Feb 1, 2005 2:40:27 GMT -5
Corporal, noticing the urgency in Ensign Whitehinds' eyes, points to a corridor further down the station. "Down that corridor," Corporal announces finally. "Is a door marked R-1. You'll find all the emergency components you need in there."
Corporal turns back to Lt. Billings. "I apologise Lieutenant," Corporal murmurs sympathetically. "I've had a bad time recently, making me paranoid about strangers." He gazes at Billings' clipboard. "What would you like to know?"
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 1, 2005 2:52:10 GMT -5
Renfield smiled warmly and held a hand up. "No apology is necessary, Captain. We're all a little on edge what with the war on and all," he said.
"Now then, I just need to know if this is the usual amount of ships that come to Orwell on a day to day basis. More? Less?"
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Post by Norris on Feb 1, 2005 12:56:43 GMT -5
This is actually quite a quiet day," Corporal answers in reply. "The maximum amount of ships is almost double the capacity that Orwell is designed for. It's not just UAC vessels that use this port, but also any and every mammal vessel in existence. We are usually at our busiest on Wednesdays, but the reason for this is beyond my knowledge."
Corporal notices an Alderbarren ship outside the windows of the space station. "I see Felicia has made her daily visit to Jenny." he murmurs under his breath, but suddenly remember something that Billings mentioned earlier about Orwell. "Lieutenant," he looks up. "I just thought you'd like to know that I don't necessarily run Orwell. No, that is Colonel Mew's job, I'm his right-hand man. Would you like me to call him up?"
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 1, 2005 14:14:06 GMT -5
Nodding as Corporal spoke, Renfield jotted down everything he said, paying an amazing attention to detail in doing so. Unlike most mammals in his position, he wasn't abridging anything. He was writing down every last detail, exactly as Corporal had said it.
After a moment, he was finally done, being something of a slow and careful writer. Looking up from his clipboard, he said, "Well, that won't be necessary, Captain. But if would make you feel more comfortable then by all means call the Colonel down here."
He smiled warmly, sticking the pencil behind one of his long ears.
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Post by whitehind on Feb 1, 2005 17:47:19 GMT -5
* The new arrival wonders off in search of room R-1 *
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Post by Norris on Feb 2, 2005 5:08:39 GMT -5
Before Corporal can say anymore, a tall, well-built panther strides into the bay. The panther has a coat of light-brown fur and two cloudy green eyes. The panther wears an orange suit with silver lining, similar to ones worn by .S.P.A.C.E. Captains, but the ensigna on his shoulders denote the rank of an Army Colonel. The panthers' hat is also orange with a star in the centre, similar to those worn by french policeman. Corporal salutes to the panther, who salutes back.
"Who is this, Captain?" the panther asks in a middle-pitched voice. "This is Lt. Billings, sir," Corporal replies. "He is here to inspect the station." The panther moves up to Billings and offers a handshake. "How do you do, Lieutenant." the panther smiles warmly. "I am Colonel Raul Mew, the head of this station. I hope everything is satisfactory."
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 2, 2005 7:01:48 GMT -5
Still smiling warmly, perhaps disarmingly so, the hare accepted the panther's paw and gave it a hearty shake. "A pleasure to meet yo, Colonel," he said, then gave his clipboard yet another glance-over. "Well, so far everything checks out just fine. The Council will find my report most satisfactory, I assure you."
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Post by Norris on Feb 2, 2005 13:02:50 GMT -5
"I am glad everything is to your satisfaction, Lieutenant," Colonel Mew smiles warmly. "You must forgive Captain Corporal here as he's a little jumpy. Would you care to come to my office to discuss this?"
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Post by whitehind on Feb 2, 2005 18:22:35 GMT -5
* Whitehind emerges from the recommended corridor walking awkwardly under the weight of a large steel case he is carrying. He notices the arrival of the captain and makes his way over to the Valiant to deposit the equipment he requisitioned *
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 2, 2005 18:36:44 GMT -5
Renfield nodded as Colonel Mew spoke, and he was about to say no, but finally decided to accept. "Your office? Why, I should be delighted to accept the invitation, Colonel."
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Post by Norris on Feb 3, 2005 2:38:03 GMT -5
"Certainly, follow me." Colonel Mew glides down a series of corridors before stopping at a dominating oak door. Typing in a code into the keyboard, the door swings open to reveal a mammoth room, with a small desk facing away from a set of large windows staring into space. The walls are bare besides the serene shade of ochre, and several filing cabinets lie at one end of the room.
"Lieutenant," Colonel Mew mumbles as he closes the door. "This visit of yours was quite unexpected. Tell me, what exactly does the Security Council have in mind for Orwell at the moment?"
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 3, 2005 3:14:12 GMT -5
Upon entering the office and being questioned, he replied, "We won't know until the Council goes over my report. You see, it's a census. They're looking at what space stations are most in need of new funding. The easiest way to do so is simply to take a census, and the station or stations with the most traffic on a daily or weekly basis will receive the most funding."
"At least, that's what I and the other census-takers were told when given our briefing by the Chairman. But, anyway, I'll be happy to answer any other questions about the issue that you may have." He approached the large windows and looked out into the cold blackness of space, and shivered.
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Post by Norris on Feb 3, 2005 10:58:42 GMT -5
"I understand," Colonel Mew replies as he sinks into his cosy chair. "I only ask as I feel that Orwell is quite vulnerable to attack on a regular basis." Raul sighs as he closes his eyes for a brief pause. "You see, Lieutenant, I've manned this station for many years. Despite the Defence System in operation, we are constantly under attack by Toad Squadrons every year or so, and I feel that Orwell would be better suited if it were a Spaceport on Genus itself, similar to this so-called 'Genus Control' I've heard so much about."
Before Colonel Mew can continue, his intercom buzzes, which he answers. "Yes?" Raul sighs heavily. "Captain Mimi LaFleur to see you, sir." Blushing slightly, Colonel Mew rises from his chair and neatens himself up. "You will have to excuse me, Lieutenant." He stammers slghtly. "Captain Corporal will assist you further on our spacecraft facilities if you feel it necessary. If not, I'll get him to prepare a flight back to Genus for you."
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