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Post by whitehind on Jun 1, 2005 12:23:51 GMT -5
Fritz momentarily ignores Simmons and speaks to Renfield.
"You're going in person?", asks Fritz in a slightly shocked voice, "I... I suppose that might be a good idea. Take Stavros and Englund with you for protection... you might want to tell them your cover story. Good luck".
Fritz returns his attention to Simmons.
"Blade is the Fleet Admiral so I expect his presence might be advised", says Fritz, "However I've never really cared for protocol and if you look at the current state of the space force... well let's just say it doesn't reflect well on the admiral".
OOC: Plus corporal Norris apparently won't be able to reply till saturday.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Jun 1, 2005 12:30:26 GMT -5
"Yes, sir, it's really the only way" said Renfield, who had in fact taken several trips to Toxus I over the past few years under the guise of leave-time, even though he disliked space travel. "If I wait for the scheduled pickup of info you'd have to wait a whole nother week,"
"I had planned on taking them with my in the first place, sir." He smiled, saluted, and then left the office with the file folder. This was going to be a very trying day. He wondered how Stavros and Englund would react once they found out about him. He'd always gone to Toxus 1 alone without his bodyguards, but then again, he'd only done that because those times he knew he had nothing to fear from his fellow toads.
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Jun 2, 2005 1:36:10 GMT -5
Simmon's Rigellian colleagues had seemed to be of the opinion that it was the structure of the U.A.C. as a whole, rather than the performance of any one individual, that was the cause of the organisations weaknesses. He'd never formed an opinion. Politics just wasn't that interesting to him.
"You're the Chairman. I just want my work to be useful to the U.A.C. If you don't think that the Fleet Admiral’s prescience is necessary, then it doesn't matter to me."
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Post by whitehind on Jun 2, 2005 20:21:08 GMT -5
"I'll send him an urgent message. If he can't make it in time for the demonstration then he’ll just have to read the report" says Fritz, "The secret service can escort you to a testing ground now, and I'll order another team to meet you there with the weapon. I’ll give you a few hours to set up, while I make some arrangements and drag some other council members out. Does that sound ok?".
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Jun 3, 2005 1:49:47 GMT -5
"Oh, yes, that would be marvellous."
He gets to his feet.
"Thank you, Mr Chairman."
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Post by whitehind on Jun 3, 2005 18:21:29 GMT -5
Fritz stands and activates the intercom to his secretary. "Tell secret service to prep for an escort assignment," orders Fritz, "I want Professor Simmons to be taken to the weapons testing facility, immediately".
He deactivates the intercom and speaks to Simmons. "Agent Hunter will take you to the vehicle. The weapon should be waiting for you when you arrive at the range… Thank you for offering us this potential asset". Fritz extends his hand to Simmons.
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Jun 4, 2005 2:22:39 GMT -5
Simmons shakes the chairman's hand, then leaves his office. It isn't until a moment later that he realises the potential significance of the chairman of the U.A.C. shaking a toad's hand.
"Now, where's this agent Hunter fellow?"
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Post by whitehind on Jun 4, 2005 17:36:30 GMT -5
Agent Hunter, the mammal who escorted Billings to the office, steps forward.
"Professor, the car's ready and one of my agents it bringing round to the front of the building" says Hunter, "If you'd like to follow me I'll take you there".
The black suited agent signals for Simmons to follow him and begins to make his way to the lift.
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Jun 5, 2005 3:34:37 GMT -5
"Excellent."
Simmons follows him. He had thought that he might get an audience with an Admiral, but the Chairman? More than he could have hoped for.
"Lead the way."
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Post by whitehind on Jun 5, 2005 11:57:07 GMT -5
Chairman Warner’s secretary, Claire Sheffield, receives a communiqué from Shar. "This is commander Shar. I need an appointment with Chairman Warner as soon as possible."
“Just one moment please,” says Claire before putting Shar on hold and activating the intercom to Fritz’s office, “Mr. Warner, Commander Shar is on the line. Will you accept his call?”
Fritz was preparing to leave his office, but stops and picks up his phone, “Put him through” he says into the intercom. There is a click on the line and Fritz speaks, “How can I help you commander? We’ll have to keep this quite short I’m afraid, I’ve got a busy schedule”.
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Post by whitehind on Jun 5, 2005 17:36:18 GMT -5
Fritz listens as Shar explains the situation; "Straight to the point then. Atlantis has been invaded and Warren has been thrashed. We just came back from Warren and have refugees from there. One critically wounded, borderline of dying but being held in check. One Mr. McKenzie who wishes to speak with you. Now what is the Council going to do about Warren and can Atlantis expect any help?" Shar said as he leans against the cruiser. "Our time is short on this planet apparently and the Royal family probably would like an answer, especially if Master Oni Lance is on Genus."
Fritz sits down on the edge of the table... it always happens like this, he thought, one moment your completely idle and the next you're being pulled apart by all the different responsibilities of office.
"Well, Shar, I suggest your first priority is to get your wounded to hospital a.s.a.p." says Fritz, "If your teleporter is still operational, can you use it to get the critically wounded to the infirmary? Anyone requesting an audience should come to my office, I'll be back as quickly as I can".
Shar replies with the simple acknowledgement, "Understood".
Fritz puts the phone down and grabs a black brief case, of his desk before turning and leaving his office.
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Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Jun 9, 2005 1:48:45 GMT -5
Shar opened the door and walked in through it, enterring the receptionist office of CHairman Warner. He waited for Sharr and Mckenzie to step through and shut the door behind him. He walked up to the desk and smiled at the secretary there.
"Hello ma'am. I had called and spoke with Chairman Warner a little while ago from the Hangar. I told him there were a few things to talk about and he said to come here and wait for him. IS he in right now or do we still need to wait for him?" SHar asked politely. "He said he might be a little late. Did we stall long enough?"
HE smiled to show he was joking with her while waiting.
TBCB anyone
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Jun 9, 2005 4:21:51 GMT -5
Sharr follows Shar into the office, not at all at home in the civilised luxury of the government building. Aside from anything else the carpets were making her fur stand on end with static.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Jun 9, 2005 12:21:12 GMT -5
McKenzie filed in after the others, doing his best to smooth out his mussed hair and wrinkled shirt, straightening his tie and trying to look presentable. Admittedly, looking presentable was beside the point: he was supposed to look like a refugee from a horrific war.
But, Dawson McKenzie, a wordly insurance salesman whose day-to-day life consisted of boardroom meetings and desk-jockeying, could not break his habits. He was meeting someone of high authority, and his businessman's mind made him try to look up to snuff.
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Post by whitehind on Jun 11, 2005 18:40:26 GMT -5
Claire looks behind Shar at the other two evacuees.
"Chairman Warner is still conducting his other business at the moment, but he should be back soon," says the secretary, "You can take a seat and wait here if you want. Do you want anything sent up?"
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