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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Jul 20, 2005 16:57:16 GMT -5
"You'll be wanting the Major, as I said. No other officers 'round 'ere. I don't report directly to anyone else. We could take a short walk over t' tha command centre and ask whoever's on the desk."
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Post by Norris on Jul 21, 2005 1:26:20 GMT -5
"Very well, Corporal," Ximenex sighed in annoyance. "Well, this is a great start (!) First, no guest quarters and now no brother officers!"
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Jul 21, 2005 2:26:37 GMT -5
Kvetch leads the way to the command centre, the building with the communications array. He smirks at the idea that a baboonesque berserker like Major Cane would have anything in common with Admiral Zimanex. More fun to let him find out for himself.
The inside of the command centre is a spartan afair, but does have the advantage of a more normal temperature. The conscript NCO on the desk grows visibly more nervous as he sees Kvetch.
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Post by Norris on Jul 21, 2005 4:22:44 GMT -5
Ximenex looked around him with a stern look on his face.
"A little confined, but at least it has heating." he remarked, and the bodyguard annotated this in the notebook again.
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Post by Norris on Jul 23, 2005 1:51:45 GMT -5
Ximenex looked around the building and then looked at Kvetch.
"Tell me," he asked. "What other buildings are in this citadel?"
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Jul 23, 2005 3:10:20 GMT -5
Citiwhat?
"Two o'them buildings outside are barracks. Three guard towers, a generator an' this place. We put tha slaves straight on tha ships. There's some tunnels underground, but we mostly jus' guard them."
OOC: Plushie has said that he is going to start a character on this thread, so I was delaying posting.
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Post by Norris on Jul 24, 2005 2:07:46 GMT -5
OOC: I see.
IC: "And how long are these tunnels?" Ximenex inquired while his subordinates jotted down the details.
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Jul 24, 2005 2:33:10 GMT -5
"Dunno, sir. Far as we've bin able t'tell, they run all the way under the frozen sea. Penguins use em fer fishin'. We fawnd awt abawt 'em when we star'ed drillin' fer water."
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Post by Norris on Jul 24, 2005 2:36:04 GMT -5
"I see. Just out of curiosity, is the water stored here or is that shipped away like the prisoners?"
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Jul 24, 2005 11:01:28 GMT -5
Kvetch scowls inwardly. What am I, a maintenance tech? He shrugs.
"We only pump up what we use 'ere."
The rest of his squad enter the building.
"You mind if I send my lads ta get cleaned up sir?"
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Post by Norris on Jul 25, 2005 2:12:16 GMT -5
"You command the platoon, Corporal, not me. I am merely a visitor. Whatever the troops do, it must come from you and not me." Ximenex answered.
As if I would take charge of a band of second-rate guerillas like them! Ximenex thought, disgusted by the poor conduct of the troops.
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Jul 25, 2005 2:30:00 GMT -5
"Platoon? 'Ardly sir, jus' tha one squad."
Like I'd evin want ta lead a bunch of pansy conscripts. Drive me mad, they would.
Kvetch turns to the Stormtoads.
"Ahright lads. Good work on Urgoria. Fall out. 'And yer kit in at the armery stashen. Git cleaned up an' turn in."
The squad responds with a chorus of variations of "Yes Korporal". They troop off stage.
"A good bunch. I'd take 'em anyweyah."
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Post by Norris on Jul 25, 2005 2:32:44 GMT -5
"Yes, I did notice," Ximenex muttered. "If I may, I would like to inspect the generator."
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Jul 25, 2005 2:43:16 GMT -5
Why? Its a generator? Completely standard. It... generates stuff.
"Of course sir. Follow me."
He steps back out of the building into the cold.
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Post by Norris on Jul 25, 2005 2:47:44 GMT -5
"Tell me, Corporal," Ximenex called over the loud snapping of his bionic arm. "Where were you positioned before being assigned here?"
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