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Post by Norris on Feb 4, 2005 11:29:53 GMT -5
Picture the scene, it is a warm, spring morning on Genus. Mammals move off to work as though it were peacetime. And in the midst of this metropolis of a planet is a dominating cylindrical control tower, roughly 11 storeys high. Several mammal spaceships that have arrived from Orwell are parked neatly at the base of this tower. This is Genus Control Centre, the .S.P.A.C.E. Spaceport on Genus.
In the top floor of the tower are several computers and radio-sets humming and chugging noisily, as technicians rush back and forth with sheets of data filled with seemingly infinite numbers of figures. At one communications console is a shrew in his late twenties, with a well-built physique, and dashing green eyes. Over his light-brown fur is a black uniform, his stripes indicating the rank of Corporal. This is Corporal Richard Nass, the head of Genus Control, and perhaps the best NCO to ever serve the UAC.
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Post by Drake on Feb 4, 2005 21:00:36 GMT -5
A very large and tall Betelgeusian Baboon slowly enters the room. His dark black hair and features clash with his bright ensign uniform. He gives a sulute before speaking. His name tag says Daniel DeLon
"Corporal, sir, I have finished doing the systems check on the computers. All seems nominal and within operating standards. Things seem to be going well, if I may say so sir."
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Post by Norris on Feb 5, 2005 4:14:04 GMT -5
"Thank you Ensign," Nass replies warmly. "Chairman Warner is on his way back from a conference on Alderbarren, so I think it best if we tighten security until he's safely left Genus Control."
"Oh, and next time, just call me Corporal rather than sir." Nass mumbles before returning to his work.
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Post by Drake on Feb 5, 2005 13:03:20 GMT -5
Daniel nods before moving to take his station.
"Yes Corporal. Would you like me to patch you through to the Security office and have them stand by?"
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Post by Norris on Feb 6, 2005 3:57:55 GMT -5
"No thank you, Ensign. I'll do so from here. But if you could alert all Security Personell here to stay on Yellow Alert, then that would help me considerably." Nass returns to his console and alters the radio frequency.
"Genus Control to UAC Security Division. This is Corporal Nass. I wish to speak to your Commander-In-Chief immediately."
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Post by Norris on Feb 7, 2005 12:54:32 GMT -5
As no-one replies, Nass presses a button to leave a recorded message at the Station and check back later.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 8, 2005 3:23:22 GMT -5
The radio in the control room crackles to life, and filtering through the static comes the voice of Lt. Renfield Billings. "Space Station Orwell calling Genus Control Center! Space Station Orwell calling Genus Control Center! This is Lt. Renfield Billings of the Genus Security Council, and I wish to speak at once with Chairman Warner!"
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Post by Norris on Feb 8, 2005 11:57:16 GMT -5
"Roger that Orwell," Corporal Nass directs the radio frequency to connect to the UAC HQ. The unmistakable voice of Chairman Warner fill Nass' headphones. "Warner." the voice booms loudly.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 8, 2005 12:31:51 GMT -5
"Ah, Chairman Warner!" Renfield says breathlessly. "This is Renfield Billings. I'm at Orwell Station taking the cenus as per your instructions, and I have most alarming news! Ensign Whitehind of the Valiant has picked up an S.O.S. from the space station at Planet Warren!"
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Post by Norris on Feb 9, 2005 2:36:59 GMT -5
"What?" Fritz frowns. There is a slight pause until Fritz speaks up again. "The Indefatigable is near Warren, I'll send it around right away."
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 9, 2005 4:31:41 GMT -5
"Yes, sir," Renfield replies, sounding relieved. "I'll return to Genus at once in the meantime."
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Post by Norris on Feb 9, 2005 13:03:33 GMT -5
"I'd wait a while if I were you," Fritz interrupts. "Some Toad Agents are skulking around the UAC Bar, but I've sent Captain LaFleur to deal with it. Until then, Genus is on maximum security until the Agents are imprisoned."
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 9, 2005 15:01:28 GMT -5
"I think I'll take my chances," Renfield responds grimly, not liking the idea of remaining in Orwell any longer than he has to, especially since he could tell those two hare technicians he had Corporal shoo out of the radio room were finding him pretty suspect.
OOC: Incidentally, I think we need to establish a timeline for these things, as I'm assuming the toad agents Fritz mentioned are the three who came to the bar in order to pick up the diskette Renfield left for them...
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Post by Norris on Feb 10, 2005 2:39:21 GMT -5
"Very well, we are now on Amber Alert as the Valiant is nearby. Take the next shuttle to Genus at once, Fritz out." The communication is severed.
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Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Feb 17, 2005 3:34:11 GMT -5
Damien guides hi shuttle down tot eh area he was told.
"COntrol, this is going ot be a rough landing. i am running on fumes here! Hope you don't mind a dent in teh tarmac!" He remarks over teh radio.
THe shuttle swings in and comes to a hover above the landing zone and drops the last couple of feet with a loud thud. Inside, Damine is launched from his cahir and Ayla is bounced around in her chair. She turns around and sees Damien laying upside down against a wall, with his head on the floor and feet in the air, looking at her, corss eyed.
"Another one point landing?" She asks as she gets up.
"Three, if you count the lumps on my head." Damien mutters as he gets up.
They head towards teh hatch.
TBCB ANyone
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