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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 22, 2005 3:27:01 GMT -5
"Thank you, Sergeant," Renfield says, accepting the diskette and putting into his pocket. Folding his arms behind his back in an extremely pompous fashion, he turns and walks up to Croacker. "Now that we finally have the good Doctor in our custody, perhaps we can learn from him who's been selling the toads the stolen information."
"Lt. Wilson?" he says, addressing the Royal Artillery canine, "Have these three taken to a holding cell to await interrogation. Which won't be too long from now, as I want to start questioning them as soon as possible. In the meantime..." He pauses and checks his watch, then continues, "I need to deliver my census report to Chairman Warner. Can you hold them for me until then?"
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Post by Norris on Feb 23, 2005 2:42:08 GMT -5
"Very good, sir." Wilson salutes, and orders his men to take the prisoners into a nearby jailhouse. Meanwhile, Corporal runs up to Renfield.
"I've managed to locate the Toads who attacked Genus, Lieutenant. They're in orbit of Toxus One. I know you have your census to do, but do you wish to come with me to see their capture?"
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 23, 2005 3:59:31 GMT -5
Renfield sighs heavily, hanging his head. "Unfortunately, Captain, this new development ensures that I have important duties to conduct here on Genus. Besides, I wouldn't be much use to up there anyway." He brightens somewhat. "But, I have the utmost confidence in you and all the S.P.A.C.E. boys who are on the job."
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I must keep my appointment with Chairman Warner, and then see to those prisoners." He starts off, but pauses and turns to glance back at Corporal. "Thank you, though, for everything you've done, Captain Corporal."
TBC Genus Control Centre, or whever Fritz may be.
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Post by Norris on Feb 23, 2005 11:53:01 GMT -5
As Renfield walks off, one of the GWR locomotives pulls up to a halt, hauling a heavily-armoured VIP carriage. Out of the carriage steps Chairman Fritz Warner, a diplomatic hare in a white skullcap, and a heart-throb to all the ladies. As the grey-furred rabbit steps down from the carriage, he turns to greet Renfield.
"Ah, Lieutenant Billings!" he smiles warmly. "I'm glad to see you're OK."
He quickly glances over to Corporal, who simply salutes and walks off. By the look on Fritzs' face, he is not very impressed.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 23, 2005 15:09:43 GMT -5
Renfield stopped in his tracks and practically spun around at the sudden, unannounced appearance of Fritz Warner, eyes bugging out in surprise. However, he composed himself, straightening his tie, which had become loosened from all his running around, and approached Fritz, saluting dutifully.
"Yes, sir," he responds, "I managed to make it safely back thanks to Captain Corporal here." He goes to gesture at Corporal only to see the human walking off. He blinks, puzzled, but then shrugs and continues. "As per the Council's instructions, I have conducted a census of every S.P.A.C.E. station within reasonable travelling distance and relative safety."
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Post by Norris on Feb 24, 2005 2:36:06 GMT -5
"Very good, Lieutenant. I trust your inspection went well." Fritz replies, still staring icily at Corporal.
"And I hope our dear Captain here gave you no trouble," he whispers. "A good serviceman he may be, but as he is the first hairless baboon to attain a proper UAC rank, he can be a bit of a mystery."
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 24, 2005 5:28:57 GMT -5
"I see," Renfield said, watching Corporal's departing back for a moment longer, having developed a slight fondness for the human. But, he turns his attention back to Fritz and says, "Yes, sir. Aside from the rather distressing news about Warren, of course."
He scowled, but then decided that duty called and he brought his clipboard up and began looking through his notes. "I visited all the stations and got down all the information you requested regarding their day in, day out traffic, their personnel, and their defenses. And a slong as we're on the subject of Captain Corporal, I must say that Orwell Station was one of the better facilities."
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Post by Norris on Feb 24, 2005 11:04:07 GMT -5
"I'm pleased to hear it, I suppose Colonel Mew deserves some credit for it eh?" Fritz smirks. "As for Captain Corporal, or should I say Sub-Lieutenant Andrew Norris as that is his real name, we only hired him to the UAC to prevent Earth from the past trying to tamper with the future should they find it, and also for the XL6. You must agree that we are in desperate need of spaceships."
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 24, 2005 16:29:55 GMT -5
"Yes, the Colonel was extremely polite to me during my regrettably brief stay at Orwell," Renfield said. "Now then, with your permission, sir, I'd like to go ahead and get all of this information entered into the database, and then I'd like to... unwind for a bit after me journey."
His tongue flicked out across his lips as the young hare rubbed his somewhat potbellied abdomen. "I haven't eaten all day, and I'd prefer to get something in my stomach before I question those three prisoners."
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Post by Norris on Feb 25, 2005 2:42:07 GMT -5
"By all means, do so," Fritz nods. "I'll be at the interrogation later." Carrying himself well, Fritz walks off towards Lt. Wilson in the same direction Captain Corporal went.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 25, 2005 3:38:22 GMT -5
Renfield nodded. "Yes, sir," he said, watching Fritz walk off towards Lt. Wilson. He reached into his pocket and removed the diskette that Sgt. Perkins had taken off of Dr. Croaker and frowned as he examined it, then turned on heel and marched off, sticking the diskette back into his pocket.
He was intending to relax in his office as best he can until the interrogation. Or... so he would tell Fritz later when Croaker would mysteriously escape. He knew that Wing Commander Sludge was not going to be happy with this new development, and that if he could get Croaker and his bodyguards safely off on Genus and back to Sludge and that pompous fool Professor Wartmon, they'd have to seriously rethink their methods of passing information back and forth between one another.
TBC at Genus Control Centre, I guess...anybody know where members of the Security Council would have their offices?
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Post by Norris on Feb 25, 2005 10:58:03 GMT -5
"Excuse me sir," Renfield is patted on the back by a female panther with brown fur wearing a US Marines uniform with corporal chevrons.
"I'm Corporal Emily Stirling," she squeaks in a high-pitched voice. "Would you like me to give you a life to the UAC Offices?"
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 25, 2005 19:20:37 GMT -5
"Huh?" Renfield looked right, then left, and finally spun around to face the female panther who'd tapped him on the back and smiled. "Oh! Yes, please. Thank you, Corporal Stirling. I'd appreciate it."
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Post by Norris on Feb 26, 2005 4:11:04 GMT -5
"Follow me then," she smiles, and leads Renfield up towards the LMS Fowler loco. The engine must've been in steam for some time, as it appears all ready to go.
With only herself as the crew, Stirling sets the reverser, releases the brake and eases the regulator open. With a whoosh of steam and the slamming of cylinder cocks, the mighty engine pulls away as it breathes gargantuan puffs of steam.
TBC At UAC Offices
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 7, 2005 13:55:27 GMT -5
At this point, Renfield enters the railway, still carrying Dr. Croaker on his back, the diminutive toad scientist still holding the maser to the Political Officer's neck.
"We'll get this blasted train to take us back to the hangar - And our ship!" Croaker declared. He dug his heels into Renfield's sides. "Mush!"
The two Stormtoad bodyguards still tag along dutifully. "Huh-huh-huh!" chortled one of them. "Good plan, boss!"
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