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Post by Norris on Feb 7, 2005 2:38:43 GMT -5
"Would it be possible," Corporal interrupts suddenly. "That we could continue this elsewhere, as none of us should really be here!" Corporal leads the group out towards a small waiting lounge where a set of chairs are lined up against the wall. A large LED screen depicts in both Aniversian and English that this is "Dock Three: Genus Shuttle, departs in 15 minutes."
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 7, 2005 2:40:40 GMT -5
Renfield looked properly horrified by this news. Perhaps a little too properly. What Whitehind, Corporal and the others were unaware of was that Renfield wasn't even born on Warren and in fact he'd only visited the planet twice in his entire life, once during the Toad Empire's invasion of it, and again more recently. Still, it was the homeworld of his people, was it not? Surely he had to be shocked that those dastardly toads were threatening to take it over again?
Well, yes and no. There was a lot about Renfield that his fellow mammals were unaware of, things they probably never would have suspected in a thousand years. Regardless, Renfield said to Whitehind, "This....this is terrible news! Rest assured that I'll inform the Security Council as soon as I return to Genus! Or better yet..." He turned to Corporal. "Captain, can your radio reach Genus?"
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Post by Norris on Feb 7, 2005 2:44:36 GMT -5
"Certainly, Lieutenant. Shall I take you to our Radio Control Room?"
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 7, 2005 3:07:15 GMT -5
"Yes, please," he said, gesturing with his arms for Corporal to lead the way.
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Post by Norris on Feb 7, 2005 12:47:23 GMT -5
Leading back the way they came, Corporal moves past the .S.I.D. Control Room to a door labelled with a satellite dish. Opening the door, several radio sets lie scattered around the tiny room. There are two hares nearby filing paperwork, but they take no notice of the guests. Corporal gestures to one radio set marked with "G". "This set has been chanelled directly to Genus Control Centre. Send a message to them and you'll be put straight through to Chairman Warner." With the flick of a switch. the radio-set hums into life.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 7, 2005 14:37:02 GMT -5
"Thank you Captain," Renfield says. He looks at the other two hares. "Would it be possible for them to leave so that I may deliver my transmission in privacy?"
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Post by Norris on Feb 8, 2005 2:33:04 GMT -5
"As you wish." Corporal ushers the group out and closes the door behind him.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 8, 2005 3:20:56 GMT -5
As soon as the door is closed, a twisted smirk spreads across the young hare's features and he chuckles quietly. "Mammals," he says, shaking his head in genuine pity. "So trusting. I actually feel sorry for them... at least a little bit." Setting his clipboard asid, Renfield parks himself in front of the "G" radio and makes preparations to contact Genus... taking his sweet time doing it, too.
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Post by Norris on Feb 8, 2005 12:00:41 GMT -5
Meanwhile, the two hares sorting tedious paperwork in the background are mounting suspicion. One of them is white-furred, the other a tint of aubaun.
"What does he mean by 'mammals'?" the white rabbit whispers. "No idea, perhaps he's a spy or something," replies the aubaun rabbit. "Just carry on working as though we can't hear anything."
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 9, 2005 15:08:03 GMT -5
His call finished, Renfield turns the radio off, stands, and grabs his clipboard. He opens the door and steps out to bump right into those two hares who had obviously been listening in, a fact which worries Renfield some, wondering whether or not they heard his quipping about mammals being so trusting. Still, he remains confident, knowing neither of them have any sort of authority over him.
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Post by whitehind on Feb 9, 2005 18:08:07 GMT -5
* The deck trembles slightly and a small alert sounds to indicate a ship is leaving the dock. The valiant is now racing toward warren *
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Post by Norris on Feb 10, 2005 2:37:15 GMT -5
"Lieutenant, I have some news on Warren. It may be classified information, but as it is your homeplanet, would you care to know?" Corporal asks, holding a sheet of printout from the .S.I.D. Control Room.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 10, 2005 4:39:07 GMT -5
He snatched the piece of paper from Corporal's hands and gave it a quick glance-over. He knew good and well what it was going to say, but after all he had to keep up appearances. "Oh, Frell," he muttered, looking as though fighting back tears. "Captain, I must return to Genus at once!"
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Post by Norris on Feb 10, 2005 11:42:07 GMT -5
"Well, the last scheduled shuttle to Genus has just left, but I can give you a lift in my spaceship if you like." Corporal soothes, trying to be comforting in the best way possible to the sobbing hare standing before him.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 10, 2005 13:12:51 GMT -5
"I would sincerely appreciate that, Captain," Renfield said, smiling in thanks. Reaching into the breast pocket of his suit jacket, he removed a plain white handkerchief and used it to blow his nose, then dry his eyes, and, in doing so, he reveals that he apparently requires correctional lenses because a contact suddenly pops out from his left eye and onto the floor.
Stooping down quickly, Renfield retrieves it, covering it completely with his hand, squeezing his left eye tightly shut. "Oh, I'm a sight," he says, sniffling. "Before we go, can you show me to the bathroom so I can put my contact lens back in? Heh, I don't want to have to return to Genus blind in one eye..."
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