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Pinnacle Inc. Transcripts for Mission Assignment 060905
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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode One
EPISODE ONE:
The assignees have arrived in the briefing room after receiving their mission assignments. They are seated, but the person giving the briefing has yet to arrive.
The current plan is for the assignees to be transported to the Elrood Sector and then take a shuttle to Critifini II. Once there, they would use their shuttle for their mode of transport. A speeder or two will be requested for them to use for shorter distances, as required.
The information that is gathered is to be shared with the Commodore and Pinnacle Inc. Headquarters only. Any other release of information will be regarded as a criminal act and the person or persons involed will be penalized for their actions.
%$%$% BEGIN EPISODE ONE %$%$%
<Trila_Solahn> ::is sitting quietly in the briefing room feeling a little uneasy since she's being assigned with "newer" faces this time. Sips her large mug of coffee as she reads over the assignement pad::
<Kahlan> ::sits in the briefing room, tapping her fingers on her leg as she waits::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks at the back of his hand, waiting for the briefing to begin::
<Brask_Key`far> :: sits quietly in a chair, working on some designs on his datapad and waiting for the briefing to start::
<Major Thorensen> ::walks into the room and straight up to the podium, not stopping to greet anyone:: All: Give me your attention. ::not a request::
<Trila_Solahn> ::looks up with a start, jumping slightly in her seat::
<Brask_Key`far> :: slips his datapad into a pocket of his jumpsuit and looks at the Major::
<Kahlan> ::stops tapping her fingers, and looks up at the man::
<Major Thorensen> ::looks out at the small group:: All: You have all received your assignments. I will first tell you that you will be transported to the Elrood Sector on the Fragment, a capital ship on it's way to deliver another group to their assignment. You will leave the ship via shuttle and not see the Fragment again. ::looks them over:: Questions so far?
<Kahlan> ::shakes her head::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods and listens, though his eyes are still looking at his hand::
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues to listen quietly::
<Trila_Solahn> ::raises her eyebrows at the brusqueness of this guy but shakes her head silently::
<Major Thorensen> ::nods:: All: Commodore Symteria will either meet you, himself or send someone else. You are to identify who meets you by a pass phrase. That pass phrase is, "Have you purchased water before coming to Elrood?". If you do not get this, do not trust who meets you. Your counter phrase will be "The air was dry.". Nothing more.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::makes a mental note::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods, remembering the phrases::
<Trila_Solahn> ::remembers the phrases and smirks softly to herself::
<Kahlan> ::nods and runs the phrases through in her mind a few times::
<Major Thorensen> ::continues without waiting for questions:: All: Supplies will be made ready for you, as well as accomodations. The Commodore will inform you of any other details you may need to know. ::looks intently at each one, while pausing:: Secrecy is of the utmost importance. Do not discuss your investigation with anyone other than the Commodore. No one there is to know the nature of your visit or what you find.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods, still not looking up::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Major: Understood.
<Trila_Solahn> ::makes a few notes on her pad and sips her coffee again::
<Kahlan> ::nods::
<Major Thorensen> ::looks at Brask, somewhat annoyed:: All: You are scheduled to leave within the hour. A shuttle in Bay 22 is waiting to take you to the Fragment. Be sure not to be late. ::again, looks to each one:: Any questions before you leave?
<Kahlan> ::shakes her head::
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks around, not having any questions::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks away from his hand, letting his eyes move to the others before turning to the Major:: Major: Do we have authority to use force when deemed necessary or are we to be at the mercy of the Commodore's security?
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods in agreement with Ian's question and looks to the Major::
<Trila_Solahn> ::glances at Ian, having been about to ask something similar herself, then waits for the Major's response::
<Major Thorensen> ::looks at Ian and thinks for a moment:: Ian: Use extreme caution when making such choices. We can not condone nor acknowledge your presence let alone use of force. In other words, try not to kill anyone or draw attention to yourselves.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Major: That will do, I suppose.
<Trila_Solahn> ::raises her eyebrow as a few thoughts come to mind, then refrains from asking what she was going to since he pretty much answered the question::
<Major Thorensen> ::nods and looks to the others for further questions::
<Trila_Solahn> ::makes another few notes on her pad and takes another sip of coffee before waiting for the dismissal::
<Brask_Key`far> Major: Sir, what is the time table for this mission? I assume there is a deadline.
<Kahlan> ::looks over at Brask as he speaks, looking surprised when she notices weapons::
<Major Thorensen> Brask: The Commodore will present his expectations to you. We will conclude that your mission has failed only if we do not receive word from you after two weeks.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods and sits back, his question answered::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::sees no one else about to ask anything:: All: Dismissed. ::leaves the podium and walks hastily out of the room::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::stays seated, not saying a word::
<Kahlan> ::walks over to Brask and bends over to hug him gently:: Brask: Nice to see you again.
<Brask_Key`far> :: smiles up at Kahlan and stands:: Kahlan: Likewise. How have you been?
<Trila_Solahn> ::takes a deep breath and then lets it out slowly, glances over at the new faces, watching as the other girl hugs the hairy Bothan. Suddenly feels a little out of place as she turns and heads for the door to head to her locker to get her supplies::
<Kahlan> ::smiles and shrugs:: Brask: I can't complain. I can walk again. Though I think I might miss being carried around. ::winks at him::
<Brask_Key`far> :: smiles:: Kahlan: Well it's good that you've healed.
<Kahlan> ::shrugs again:: Brask: It is, but now I need a new excuse for you to hold me. ::grins::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::stands up:: Both: Perhaps you can continue your reunion on the ship. ::walks out of the room, not waiting for a response.::
<Brask_Key`far> :: raises an eyebrow, looking a bit confused::
<Kahlan> ::shakes her head at Ian's comment:: Brask: I see he hasn't changed. But he has a point. Walk a lady to the hanger?
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods, still a bit confused but motions for Kahlan to lead the way::
<Kahlan> ::walks out of the room, heading for the hanger bay::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::takes several minutes and a brisk walk, but he gets to his quarters and grabs the pack just inside the door, before locking up::
<Brask_Key`far> :: doesn't need to get a bag, since he doesn't carry much with him, and what he does is housed in various pockets and pouches on his jumpsuit::
<Kahlan> ::brought her things to the briefing, and heads straight for the hanger with Brask::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::walks with his pack slung over his shoulder, taking his time to get to Bay 22::
ACTION:: A half hour has passed and everyone has made it to Bay 22, whether they are aboard the shuttle or not, they have at least fifteen minutes to do so, stow their gear and find a seat.::
<Trila_Solahn> ::has all the supplies she needs and struts into the bay with another full coffee cause she knows she's not going to see another one for a while::
<Brask_Key`far> :: enters the shuttle with Kahlan, moving to a seat since he has no gear to stow::
<Trila_Solahn> ::strides up the shuttle's ramp, instantly heading for the c0ckpit::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::strolls up the ramp into the shuttle, heading for the storage lockers::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::finds an empty one and stuffs his pack inside, locking it up before heading for the passenger section::
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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode One Cont'd.
(continued)
<Trila_Solahn> :: pauses as she gets ready to sit in the pilot's seat, noticing there's already someone there. Grins sheepishly:: Pilot: Sorry... force of habit....
<Pilot> Trila: I'd appreciate it if you found a better seat back there. ::nods to the back::
<Trila_Solahn> ::chuckles:: Pilot: Yeah yeah... I just so used to flying... ::heads toward the passenger section::
<Pilot> ::looks back at her and smiles:: Trila: If you're good, I will give you some wings. ::chuckles::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::finds a seat at the rear of the passenger section, making sure to be in the aisle so he has easy access to his pack::
<Kahlan> ::sits down next to Brask::
<Trila_Solahn> ::smiles at the Pilot:: Pilot: I've been known to pilot through a few scrapes... but I'll leave it to you since we're only going to the Capital ship... ::winks at him as she finds a seat in the back of the passenger section::
<Brask_Key`far> :: pulls his datapad from a pocket and adds a few calculations to the design that's currently loaded::
<Kahlan> Brask: So...what's with the weapons? I never thought I'd see that.
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks up from his datapad:: Kahlan: What?
<Trila_Solahn> :: plops down in a seat across from (and with a few seats in between) the non-Bothan, checking the names of her fellow assignees on the pad::
<Kahlan> Brask: Sorry. I didn't mean to bother you. Just curious about you carrying weapons, especially after your reaction to me killing someone before.
<Pilot> ::flips the switch on his console:: *ALL*: Attention. This is the pilot. We have clearance and will be leaving now. Be sure all items are secure, or there will be injuries. ::flips the switch off again::
<Brask_Key`far> :: sighs:: Kahlan: Oh, that. I'm sorry for being upset with you back then. I've had a while to think about that mission and I realized a few things.
<Kahlan> ::raises an eyebrow:: Brask: Oh? Apology accepted. You're not turning into Naal are you?
<Brask_Key`far> :: laughs:: Kahlan: No. :: leans closer and whispers:: And if I ever do, shoot me. :: laughs again::
<Kahlan> ::laughs:: Brask: I could never shoot you.
<Trila_Solahn> ::chuckles to herself:: Self: Well what do you know, he's like me...
<Brask_Key`far> :: smiles, nodding and leaning back::
<Kahlan> ::nods toward the datapad:: Brask: What ya makin?
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: Oh this? It's just one of the many different designs I have yet to find time to finish.
ACTION:: The shuttle lifts off and turns as it does so. Once clear of the bay, it takes a new direction and speeds up. The passengers can feel a very slight pressure from the change in course and speed, but nothing drastic. After half an hour, the shuttle docks inside a shuttle bay on the Fragment::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::hasn't said anything since he got onto the shuttle, and still doesn't, as he gets out of his seat and heads for the storage lockers::
<Brask_Key`far> :: finishes makes a few more notes to his design and powers down his datapad, slipping it back into his pocket and standing up::
<Kahlan> ::gets up and gathers her things, smiling back over her shoulder at Brask::
<Pilot> ::gets out of his seat and moves to the door, then leans in the doorway to watch the passengers leave::
<Brask_Key`far> :: smiles back at Kahlan, waiting for her to get her gear::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::unlocks the locker and pulls his pack out, slinging it over his shoulder and walking out::
<Trila_Solahn> ::gathers her things and heads for the shuttle's ramp, heading out into the shuttlebay on the Fragment. Stops and grins back at the Pilot:: Pilot: Nice flying... remind me to give you a few pointers sometime...
<Pilot> ::grins when he sees Trila from behind:: Self: They don't make 'em like they used to.
<Kahlan> ::checks that she's not forgotten anything and heads for the ramp:: Brask: Here we go again huh?
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods and follows Kahlan::
<Trila_Solahn> ::steps out into the Fragment's bay and looks around, sizing up some of the ships that are in the bay::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::checks in with the masterchief and gives the roster for his group:: MC: We will need to know bunk assignments immediately.
<Kahlan> ::walks down the ramp, swinging her hips for the benefit of Brask behind her::
<Masterchief> ::looks up the names on the roster and cross-checks it against his crew assignments:: Ian: Is everyone with you at the moment?
<Brask_Key`far> :: follows along behind Kahlan, seeing her "benefit" but not focusing on it::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods and looks back to the others, then waves them over::
<Kahlan> ::walks over to Ian::
<Ian_Hawkins> MC: Yes, they are here. ::looks to make sure everyone is coming::
<Trila_Solahn> ::heads over to Ian::
<Brask_Key`far> :: follows Kahlan over to Ian::
<Trila_Solahn> ::stands with the group and takes a sip her "travel" mug of coffee as she waits for her bunk assignment::
<Masterchief> ::nods:: Ian: Very well, then. You are assigned bunk 12b on deck 20. ::looks to the others there:: Kahlan: You are assigned bunk 20a deck 20. ::looks to the Bothan:: Brask: You will have bunk 12a deck 20. ::sees Trila and looks her over closely:: Trila: You have bunk 21a deck 20.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods and waits:: MC: What's the fastest way to deck 20?
<Masterchief> :: points to the lifts beyond the doorway:: Ian: Take the lift up three decks. Your bunks will be to your left about fifty meters, which will be about ten doors on your right. There are twenty-four sets of bunks per cabin. Lavitories are located at the rear of each cabin. Enjoy.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods and heads for the lifts without saying anything to the others::
<Trila_Solahn> ::starts off, but pauses to hear the answer to Ian's question::
<Kahlan> Brask: Is it just me, or is Ian being more gruff than usual today? ::grins::
<Brask_Key`far> ::nods:: Kahlan: Yes, he seems to be.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::stops at the lift and hits the call button::
<Trila_Solahn> ::starts off for the lifts, smiling at a few of the "bay" men who give her a glance::
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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode One Cont'd.
(continued)
ACTION:: The lift doors open as everyone arrives::
<Kahlan> ::shrugs:: Brask: Shall we find our bunks, and see how close we are to each other? ::walks over to the lift and enters it with the others::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::enters the lift and pushes the button for three decks up, then holds the doors for the others::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods at Kahlan, not really sure what the location of their bunks has to do with anything, but follows anyway::
<Trila_Solahn> ::enters the lift, smiling a brief thanks at him::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::lets the doors close, as everyone is inside:: All: Get fed and rested. We need to go over a few things before we get to Elrood.
ACTION:: Before anyone can say anything, the doors open on deck 20::
<Brask_Key`far> :: waits for everyone else to exit the lift before following::
<Trila_Solahn> ::heads for her bunk and unloads her stuff at the foot of her bed as the doors open and she turns to look at who entered the deck::
<Kahlan> ::leaves the left, counting the doors on the way down the hall::
<Brask_Key`far> :: follows Kahlan::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::walks the corridor and stops at their cabin, noticing the door is open::
<Trila_Solahn> <edit out the part after "The doors open">
<Ian_Hawkins> ::walks in and looks at the bunk numbers as he walks past them::
<Kahlan> ::follows Ian into the cabin and looks for her bunk::
<Trila_Solahn> ::heaves herself onto the bunk and lies there for a moment, letting out a huge sigh::
<Brask_Key`far> :: watches Ian, since they are sharing a bunk unit::
<Kahlan> ::stows her stuff and turns to look around the cabin::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::gets halfway into the cabin and sees his bunk, then checks the lockers before stowing his pack and locking it up::
<Brask_Key`far> :: sees Ian find the right bunk and nods, remembering it's location, and looks around at the cabin::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::climbs up and checks the bunk for various things::
<Trila_Solahn> ::shifts around a bit then sits up slightly and looks down at Kahlan:: Kahlan: I assume you're Kahlan... ::glances at her bunk across from her:: Looks like you and I will be "roomies"... well... sort of... ::smirks::
<Kahlan> ::nods and smiles:: Trila: You assume right. I'm rather difficult to miss. ::shrugs::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::climbs down then checks his bunk::
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods and holds out her hand from up atop her bunk:: Kahlan: I'm Trila... nice to meet you...
<Kahlan> ::holds up her hand to shake Trila's:: Trila: Likewise.
<Brask_Key`far> :: walks over the Ian:: Ian: Ian, how have you been? :: not really sounding friendly, but not hostile either::
<Kahlan> Trila: My furry Bothan friend is Brask, and the grumpy one is Ian
<Ian_Hawkins> ::doesn't look to him:: Brask: Fine. ::finishes his check and looks at Brask::
<Trila_Solahn> ::shakes Kahlan's hand and nods:: Kahlan: I kinda figured you knew these guys... ::thumbs in the direction of Brask and Ian::... Makes me feel a little outa sorts... I'm used to another group... ::shrugs:: But I'm pretty adaptable....
<Brask_Key`far> Ian: I just wanted to apologize for my behavior during our previous mission together, and tell you that you can count on me this time around.
<Kahlan> Trila: They're good guys. I was glad to see Brask again. He carried me for days at the end of our last mission. ::laughs::
<Trila_Solahn> ::chuckles:: Kahlan: A big Bothan like that? You were lucky to have someone that could...
<Ian_Hawkins> ::doesn't change his stone-like expression:: Brask: Apologies aren't necessary. I'm sure that you were assigned to this mission for a reason, and will perform your duties as required.
<Kahlan> ::smiles:: Trila: Very, though he seems to be oblivious to anything beyond friendship. A woman of my race is not used to having such a challenge.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Ian: I will do my best. :: turns and looks over at Kahlan and Trila::
<Kahlan> ::looks up at the guys, sees Brask looking back, and smiles::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::waits for Brask to make room for him to get past the bunks::
<Brask_Key`far> :: smiles back and Kahlan, noticing that she seems to be talking with Trila and waits to go over and introduce himself::
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods understandingly:: Kahlan: Who knows? You might wear him down eventually... ::smiles knowingly::... took me a while to finally get to someone I hold very dear to me...
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Trila: Men can be so slow sometimes. ::raises her hand and motions for Brask to join them, not wanting to yell and disturb sleepers::
<Brask_Key`far> :: moves over to Kahlan and Trila, looking up at Trila::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks over to the others before turning to walk out of the cabin::
<Kahlan> Brask: This is Trila.
<Kahlan> Trila: This is Brask
<Brask_Key`far> :: extends his hand to Trila, smiling:: Trila: Pleasure to meet you.
<Trila_Solahn> ::holds out her hand to take the Bothan's furry one:: Brask: Nice to meet you too... ::glances over at the other bunks to see that Ian is gone;: Brask/Kahlan: Not the social type is he? ::thumbs in the direction to where Ian used to be::
<Kahlan> ::laughs and shakes her head:: Trila: No
<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes his head::
<Trila_Solahn> ::chuckles and winks at Kahlan:: Kahlan: Another one to wear down...
<Trila_Solahn> ::looks to both of them:: Both: You guys wanna grab a bite before our little meeting?
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks from Trila to Kahlan then shrugs::
<Kahlan> Trila: Sure. And go ahead and wear down Ian, but leave me some fun as well. ::leans her head just a tiny bit toward Brask and grins::
<Trila_Solahn> ::shrugs:: Kahlan: Sure thing... ::heads toward the doors to find the cafeteria, motioning her comrades to follow her::
<Kahlan> ::follows Trila toward the cabin door::
<Brask_Key`far> :: follows along with Kahlan, looking at her a little confused:: Kahlan: Wear down?
<Kahlan> ::grins at Brask and winks:: Brask: Girl talk is all.
ACTION:: It takes a bit to find the cafeteria on the next deck below, but they manage. Once inside, they see that Ian has already sat down with a tray of food::
%$%$% END EPISODE ONE %$%$%
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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Two
EPISODE TWO:
It's the equivelant of midnight aboard The Fragment. The ship's lighting has been dimmed on the cabin decks for the appropriate effect. The group has had their meals and rest and etc. over the past six hours. Some are resting some more, but others are doing things best suited their moods for the moment.
Across the ship, a call directed only for the group is sent. They have arrived to the Elrood Sector and the call is a message to prepare to leave the ship. A shuttle has been prepared for them and clearance to leave will be granted when they are ready.
They have a window of one hour to gather their gear and leave the ship. If they miss that window, they will be putting their mission in jeopardy.
%$%$% BEGIN EPISODE TWO %$%$%$
<Trila_Solahn> ::is snoring in bed sound asleep::
<Kahlan> ::mumbles something as she hears her comlink summoning her and rolls out of some random crew member's bunk, feeling around in the dark for her clothes::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::gets up from his bunk and slowly gathers his things from his locker::
<Trila_Solahn> :: bats at the air:: Aloud: Go away Simon... I'm sleeping for crying out loud...
<Brask_Key`far> :: is sitting in the ship's lounge, tinkering around with some random parts and watching the stars through the large viewports::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks over at the other bunks to see who is there and slams his locker shut, making a loud racket::
<Kahlan> ::quietly pulls on her clothes in the dark, not wanting to wake the sleeping man, and doesn't even notice her shirt is on inside out as she quietly slips out of the room::
<Trila_Solahn> ::hears the loud clunk of the locker and jumps up in her bed, grabbing her blaster from under her pillow and aiming it in the dark.... her eyes wide and very awake now:: Aloud: Freeze!
<Kahlan> ::hurries across the ship and through the corridors, rushing to her own bunk to grab her things, looking at Trila a bit oddly::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods and slings his pack over his shoulder and saunters out of the cabin::
<Trila_Solahn> ::looks around as she sees Kahlan:: Kahlan: Where you going?
<Brask_Key`far> :: puts his tools and various parts away into his pockets and leaves the lounge, heading back to meet the others in the hangar::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::gets to the lift and presses the button, then looks around to see who else might join him::
<Kahlan> Trila: The shuttle. We've arrived apparently. ::mumbles something about bad timing and grabs her things from her locker::
<Trila_Solahn> :: blinks sleepily:: Kahlan: Really?
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Trila: Really
<Ian_Hawkins> ::moves into the lift as it opens and pushes the button for the deck that the shuttlebay is on::
<Trila_Solahn> ::thinks for a moment:: Self: So THAT's what that was.... ::scrambles out of bed in her tight fitting tank and her boxers and makes for her locker, tugging on her pants and her shirt::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::waits patiently as the lift moves down the decks to the lower levels::
<Trila_Solahn> ::grabs the remainer of her things and heads off after Kahlan. Suddenly realizing that she wasn't in her own bed and had arrived after Trila had awakened:: Kahlan: So where were you?
<Kahlan> ::shrugs as she heads for the lift:: Trila: Making a new friend. ::turns and grins at Trila over one shoulder::
<Brask_Key`far> :: waits on his own lift to take him to the deck the shuttlebay is on, wondering idly what the others have been up to since he hasn't been back to the cabin since they arrived::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::steps out of the lift as it stops and opens::
<Trila_Solahn> ::knows that grin and can't help but grin herself:: Kahlan: Was he cute? ::hurries to walk alongside her::
<Kahlan> ::nods and smiles:: Trila: Very. And I'm sure he'll wonder where I went when he wakes up. ::laughs and presses the button as they reach the lift::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks around and spots the deck officer for the shuttlebay:: Officer: Excuse me. Where is the shuttle for the first Pinnacle Inc group?
<Brask_Key`far> :: steps out of the lift after it stops and heads towards the shuttlebay::
<Officer> ::looks at him:: Ian: Are you Mr. Hawkins?
<Ian_Hawkins> Officer: Yes.
<Trila_Solahn> ::chuckles thoughtfully:: Kahlan: Probably... they usually do... ::leans into speak lowly:: .. keeps 'em wanting more...
<Officer> ::nods towards a shuttle not far from them:: Ian: That's the one and its all ready to go.
<Ian_Hawkins> Officer: Thanks. ::walks towards the shuttle, not worried if the others show or not.::
<Kahlan> ::grins:: Trila: Unfortunately for him, he'll never see me again. ::enters the lift as it stops and opens::
<Trila_Solahn> ::winks as she walks into the lift:: Kahlan: Exactly... but at least you had fun, right?
<Brask_Key`far> :: enters the shuttlebay and looks around, spotting Ian and heading that way, nodding to the various workers in the bay as he passes them::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: does a walk around the shuttle, checking it out, before stopping at the short steep ramp::
<Kahlan> ::nods and presses the button for the shuttle bay:: Trila: Yep.
<Trila_Solahn> ::adjusts her gear better on her belt, neglecting to do up her shirt as she runs her fingers through her hair to straighten it out a little::
<Brask_Key`far> :: reaches Ian and the shuttle:: Ian: So this is our's? Looks like it'll get us there.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks one more time for the others:: Brask: Yeah. So far it looks decent. ::walks up the ramp and into the shuttle::
<Kahlan> ::walks out of the lift as the door opens, looking around for the others::
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks the shuttle over as he waits on the others, staying outside the shuttle so they'll be able to see him::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::stows his gear in a locker and walks towards the pilot area, moving through the passenger area as he does::
<Kahlan> ::spots someone furry across the way:: Trila: I think I see Brask over there. ::heads in that direction::
<Trila_Solahn> ::::follows Kahlan::
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks back towards the entrance to the bay, spots Kahlan heading his way, and waves::
<Kahlan> ::smiles as she sees Brask waving and speeds up a bit, hugging him when she gets to the shuttle::
<Brask_Key`far> :: hugs her back, noticing her appearance:: Kahlan: Did you not sleep well?
<Trila_Solahn> ::looks beyond Brask at the shuttle, sizing it up::
<Trila_Solahn> ::heads over to the shuttle and walks inside, looking around and instantly heading for the c0ckpit
<Kahlan> ::grins at Brask:: Brask: I slept fine, when I got around to sleeping. At least until my comlink woke me.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Kahlan: Well, shall we? :: motions towards the ramp::
<Kahlan> ::nods and smiles at Brask, heading up the ramp and into the shuttle::
<Brask_Key`far> :: follows Kahlan into the shuttle::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::sits in the communications seat looking over the shuttle's systems::
<Trila_Solahn> ::takes a look at the contols of the shuttle and looks out the viewport, slipping herself into the pilot's seat::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: doesn't look over to her:: Trila: feels good?
<Brask_Key`far> :: leans close to Kahlan and speak quietly:: Kahlan: Oh, you might want to fix your shirt.
<Kahlan> ::tilts her head up, mouth so close to Brask's ear that he can feel her breathing:: Brask: Thanks for the tip. I dressed in kind of a hurry.
<Trila_Solahn> :: doesn't look up as she studies the controls and decides that she can easily handle this ship:: Ian: Being in a c0ckpit always feels good to me... however flying feels even better
<Brask_Key`far> :: steps back and coughs once, nodding:: Kahlan: I had to hurry myself, I was a bit busy when the call came.
<Kahlan> ::grins at Brask and giggles a bit::
<Ian_Hawkins> Trila: You will get to that soon as the others find a seat. Make sure they are sitting before you shoot out of the bay. ::smirks a bit::
<Trila_Solahn> ::looks over at him and determines that it's okay for her to drive as she smiles:: Ian: Hey I only tell them once... if they aren't seated after my warning... it's not my problem...
<Kahlan> ::turns her back on Brask, since he seems sensitive about such things, and quickly strips off her shirt and puts it back on the right way before finding a seat::
<Trila_Solahn> :: powers up the shuttle for departure::
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks around a bit as Kahlan fixes her shirt, nodding once she finishes::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: pulls the seat straps over his head and buckles up::
<Brask_Key`far> :: moves to sit near Kahlan but leaves a seat between them::
<Trila_Solahn> ::turns in her seat and looks back at the rest of the group behind her:: Brask/Kahlan: Buckle up... we're leaving
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods but doesn't strap himself in, in case he's needed for something::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: punches in a few things on his console:: Trila: You can leave when ready.
<Trila_Solahn> ::without another warning, Trila lifts the shuttle off the bay's deck and heads out through the open space doors::
<Kahlan> ::leans back in her seat, relaxing in the hopes of catching some more sleep::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::sends the coordinates for Critifini II to Trila's console::
<Brask_Key`far> :: pulls out his datapad and continues working on his seemingly endless designs::
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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Two Cont'd.
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ACTION:: As the shuttle bolts through the shuttlebay and out, crews dive out of the way and curse the pilot after it passes::
<Trila_Solahn> :: plots the co-ordinates and makes a sharp left as they head out of the bay, laughing mischeiviously as she grips the controls::
<Brask_Key`far> :: actives the holo projector on his datapad to look at how the current design is shaping up, then turns it off and sighs, getting a bit bored of working on the same designs over and over, he then taps a few keys and opens a new project, punching in several calculations for it::
<Kahlan> ::loses her balance and falls to the side, landing on Brask::
<Trila_Solahn> ::heads toward Critifini::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::shakes his head, thinking her piloting was unnecessarily reckless::
<Brask_Key`far> :: drops his datapad to catch Kahlan, making sure she doesn't hit the floor or anything else possibly hazardous::
<Kahlan> ::smiles at Brask, not bothering to move out of his grasp:: Brask: Why thank you. Just like old times. ::grins::
<Brask_Key`far> :: smiles and nods:: Kahlan: Are you alright?
<Ian_Hawkins> :: prepares several communications for when they arrive, so that they don't have to ad-lib much::
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Brask: I'm fine, thank you. I hope your datapad survived as well as I did.
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: I'm sure it's fine. It's not your usual datapad. :: wondering why she hasn't returned to her seat yet::
<Trila_Solahn> :: plots the coordinates and once the navicomputer makes the preparations, she makes a jump to hyperdrive::
<Kahlan> ::reluctantly sits up, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, but stays in the seat next to him::
<Brask_Key`far> :: reaches down and retrieves his datapad from the floor, looking it over:: Kahlan: See, it's fine. Perhaps you should strap yourself in so you won't fall again. :: smiles::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::continues to keep his eyes on his work and says nothing to Trila::
<Kahlan> ::shrugs and nods, strapping herself in and getting comfortable::
<Brask_Key`far> :: gets back to his new holo design, making a few corrections and adding new things to it::
<Trila_Solahn> ::sits back and realxes as the stars streak by. Starts to hum to herself as she looks over her data pad a little while the ship is flying::
ACTION:: Ten minutes fly pass and the NAVICOMP sends a short alert to Trila's console saying that the drop point is closing within thirty seconds::
<Brask_Key`far> :: makes a few more corrections and finally activates the holo projector to check out the new design, which turns out to be a six inch holographic person, looking very similar to a certain Zeltron::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: prepares to send the first communication to Commodore Symteria::
<Trila_Solahn> ::makes a few quick adjustments and watches the computer so she drops out at precisely the right second::
<Kahlan> ::looks at the holo and smiles:: Brask: You made that?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks over towards Trila and then sends the communication::
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks over at Kahlan, having thought she was catching up on some more sleep and nods:: Kahlan: Do you like it?
<Trila_Solahn> ::watches the timing and drops out of hyperdrive at the right second::
<Kahlan> ::nods, blushing a little though there is no way he'd be able to tell:: Brask: I do. Is that so that you can remember me the next time we're not on assignment together? ::grins at him::
<Trila_Solahn> ::grips the controls and watches the viewport as she guides the ship along::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Kahlan: It's not exactly accurate yet though. This version is a bit rough. It will take some more time to get it right.
<Kahlan> Brask: What can it do?
ACTION:: A communication comes back, warning them of masses of debris and to land on the government landing pad of the Commodore's main building. ::
<Brask_Key`far> :: shrugs:: Kahlan: This version just rotates above the projector, but I can program it to do all sorts of things once it's finished.
<Kahlan> ::raises an eyebrow:: Brask: Oh? Like what?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::reads the communication to himself then looks over to Trila:: Trila: Miss Solahn, we are warned of masses of debris around the planet. Also, we are to land on the Commodore's main building pad.
<Brask_Key`far> :: shrugs again:: Kahlan: Anything. Wave, dance, fight, whatever I program it to.
<Trila_Solahn> ::wrinkles her nose:: Ian: Mass debris?... from what?...
<Kahlan> ::laughs:: Brask: Anything I can. So you won't miss me one bit next time. ::gives him a pouty look::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::frowns:: Trila: That IS why we are here, if you remember. To find out what has happened.
<Brask_Key`far> :: smiles, shutting the holo off:: Kahlan: Well there are some things I can't have it do.
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods teasingly:: Ian: Oh yeah....::smirks to herself as she heads toward the planet and begins to locate her landing point::
ACTION:: Scanners show two debris fields ahead and to the left a little. Nothing beyond that can be detected, and the depth of the fields are unknown::
<Kahlan> ::grins at Brask:: Brask: Like what?
<Trila_Solahn> :: blinks as she looks at the debris fields:: Self: Whoa... they weren't kidding about debris.... ::slows their trajectory and carefully pilots through the field::
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: Well, talk for one. That is, unless I was able to record your voice, but that would take a while to get every required word sound.
ACTION:: The debris seems to get more and more dense, almost as if it is being drawn to the shuttle::
<Kahlan> ::laughs:: Brask: True, but if you wanted it to say a few things I would be glad to help. Or maybe not. After all, I would hate for you to be able to so easily replace me.
<Trila_Solahn> ::raises the sheilds on the shuttle as she watches her scanners, trying to pick the best route through the debris:: Ian: Geez, this stuff's practically alive...
<Ian_Hawkins> ::moves to the co-pilot's seat after unstrapping himself from the communications seat:: Trila: Need a little help?
<Brask_Key`far> :: laughs:: Kahlan: While holo projectors are an amazing piece of technology, nothing can replace the real thing. :: smiles::
<Kahlan> ::smiles and kisses Brask on the cheek:: Brask: That's sweet. Thank you.
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks surprised but smiles again:: Kahlan: Your welcome.
<Trila_Solahn> ::at first instinct she takes offense to his offer, but backs down and nods:: Ian: If you're not too busy....
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods and looks out the viewport for a few minutes:: Trila: Head over that way. :: points to a heavy massive cluster of debris::
<Kahlan> Brask: The other things you make...holos of other girls you want to remember? ::grins::
<Trila_Solahn> ::glances at the cluster:: Ian: What's over there? More debris?...::guides the ship over there::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: brings weapons online and activates the manual targetting for the missile launcher:: Trila: Just give me a clean shot and I'll make a path for you.
<Brask_Key`far> :: laughs:: Kahlan: No, this is the first holo I've made of a person. The others are various types of machines.
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods and turns the nose of the shuttle toward the cluster:: Ian: Knock yourself out, hot shot... ::moves the shuttle slowly along, giving him as clear a shot as she can::
<Kahlan> Brask: Oh...so I'm special? ::winks at him::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::eyes the cluster and waits, and waits::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods without thinking about it::
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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Two Cont'd.
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ACTION:: Shields are taking a beating as the debris begins moving in at them even faster::
<Trila_Solahn> ::glances at Ian, and keeps the ship as steady as she can:: Ian: Ummm... I meant whenever your ready....
<Brask_Key`far> :: feels vibrations and looks towards the c0ckpit:: Ian&Trila: What's going on up there? Trouble?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::ignores her and waits, then slowly pushes the launch button when he sees the opening he was waiting for::
<Kahlan> ::smiles at Brask's nod, then notices the vibrations as well and looks up toward the c0ckpit::
<Trila_Solahn> :: doesn't looks back, but calls back over her shoulder:: Brask: I'm waiting for hot shot here to decide when he's going to make that path through this debris
ACTION:: A single missile is launched and slices through the spaces between the debris until it gets to the large cluster. The missile disappears inside the cluster and then a flash of light is followed by a wave of debris hitting the shields. After the wave subsides, Critifini II can clearly be seen::
<Brask_Key`far> :: puts his datapad away, feeling more vibrations and looking over to make sure Kahlan is strapped in::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::sits back and looks over to Trila:: Trila: I thought you had nerves of durasteel.
<Trila_Solahn> ::raises an eyebrow and stares ahead, quickly adjusting their path toward the planet:: Ian: That's only when I'm gambling my own life.... ::looks over at him:: No offence... but I don't trust anyone else
<Kahlan> ::mumbles something about a flying tin can and grabs Brask's hand, hoping the shields hold::
<Ian_Hawkins> Trila: A wise life choice. ::seems very relaxed though it all::
<Brask_Key`far> :: smiles and holds Kahlan's hand in his:: Kahlan: I'm sure it's just some minor turbulance.
<Kahlan> ::smiles and nods:: Brask: Probably, but there are a lot of weird things going on in this system.
<Trila_Solahn> ::chuckles:: Ian: I've always thought so... :: brings she shuttle toward the planet::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Kahlan: True, but we'll figure out what's going on and stop it. :: smiles::
<Kahlan> ::grins:: Brask: I hope so. It's what we're getting paid for after all.
ACTION:: Minutes tick away, and the shuttle is coming up to the atmosphere in the next minute::
<Trila_Solahn> ::as they approach the atmosphere, she uses the scanners to locate where she's supposed to land::
<Trila_Solahn> Self: Ahh, there you are.... ::heads toward the marker::
<Kahlan> ::smiles at Brask with a wink:: Brask: I think we're almost there, and I have a confession to make. I wasn't afraid of the vibrations one bit. ::laughs::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::just sits back watching Trila work, but thinking of what has to be done once they get there::
<Brask_Key`far> :: raises an eyebrow:: Kahlan: You weren't? :: lifts his hand up a bit, the one still holding her's::
<Kahlan> ::smiles and shakes her head:: Brask: Not at all. I did miss being carried around though, and since I'm not hurt I figured I'd take what I could get.
<Brask_Key`far> :: smiles, a bit confused, but nods:: Kahlan: I see. :: sets his hand back down but doesn't let go of her's::
<Kahlan> Brask: Maybe I ought to get hurt again. You took such good care of me. ::laughs::
<Brask_Key`far> :: laughs:: Kahlan: I don't think that would be a good idea. :: says the first thing that comes to mind:: I mean, I could always just take care of you without you being injured if you like. :: shrugs, then notices what he said and goes silent::
ACTION:: The marker soon disappears from the display, but only because the pad is almost directly under them::
<Trila_Solahn> ::easily sets the shuttle down, engaging the landing sequence::
<Kahlan> ::squeezes Brask's hand and smiles at him:: Brask: And I'll take care of you if I can. After all, what are friends for?
<Brask_Key`far> :: smiles and nods:: Kahlan: Right.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods to Trila before getting up:: Trila: Not too shabby. ::heads for his locker::
<Brask_Key`far> :: sees Ian pass and stands, waiting for Kahlan to unstrap herself from her seat before lifting her up, still holding her hand::
<Trila_Solahn> :: powers the shuttle down and raises her eyebrows at him as he gets up. Locks down the shuttle and follows him toward the back:: Ian: I suppose you could have done better?
<Ian_Hawkins> :: doesn't look back:: Trila: Didn't say that. ::stops at his locker and pulls out his pack::
<Kahlan> ::grabs her bag from the seat next to hers with her free hand and smiles up at Brask:: Brask: Well, here we are.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::slings his pack over his shoulder, narrowly missing Trila, then opens the ramp::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Kahlan: Shall we? :: heads towards the back::
<Kahlan> ::nods, following Brask to the ramp::
<Trila_Solahn> :: ducks slightly as his pack comes whirling around, feeling her temper flare a little:: Ian: You didn't have to... your tone said it all...
<Ian_Hawkins> ::ignores her words and heads down the steep ramp::
<Brask_Key`far> :: steps past Trila and follows Ian down the ramp::
<Kahlan> ::walks down the ramp, hand in hand with Brask, and looks around::
<Trila_Solahn> ::growls slightly and mutters something about "men" as she heads down the ramp::
<Trila_Solahn> :: pauses part way down the ramp and makes sure she has everything before continuing the rest of the way down. Looks around to see if their contact person is around::
ACTION:: The pad looks deserted. A warm wind gusts across the pad and small pieces of garbage flutter pass. A lone figure emerges from under an small overhang, where an exit for the pad is::
<Dimitri Shashikov> ::sees the group exit the shuttle and takes his time walking to them::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::stops in front of the shuttle and waits::
<Trila_Solahn> ::spots the lone figure and approaches it, waiting for him to talk first::
<Brask_Key`far> :: watches the figure, staying close to Kahlan::
<Dimitri Shashikov> ::stops in front of the group, just a meter away:: All: You are from Pinnacle Incorporated?
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues to watch the man, letting Ian do the talking as he is in charge::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Dimitri: Yes. We are here to see Commodore Symetria.
<Trila_Solahn> :: pauses and lets Ian talk::
<Dimitri Shashikov> ::nods and looks them over, as if inspecting them, then stops at the women and smiles:: All: Very good. Very good, indeed. ::looks to Ian:: Follow me please. ::waves them to follow as he turns sharply on his heels and struts towards the exit::
<Trila_Solahn> :: blinks and raises her eyebrows as he turns away from her, glancing at Kahlan with a smirk::
<Kahlan> ::shrugs at Trila and rolls her eyes, grinning at Ian's back::
<Trila_Solahn> ::follows the guy gingerly, a little unsure but giving him the benefit of the doubt so far::
<Brask_Key`far> :: follows the group, staying close to Kahlan, just in case::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::walks briskly behind Dimitri::
%$%$% END EPISODE TWO %$%$%
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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Three
EPISODE THREE:
They have arrived and were met by one Dimitri Shashikov. Though he didn't use the code or introduce himself, everyone followed him inside the entrance.
Dimitri led them down a short corridor and into a lift, which took them down fifty levels before stopping. Once out of the lift, they were taken to a conference room. Dimitri left them there alone, saying he would return soon.
The room is furnished with a large oval table in the center of the room. It's marbled top still had it's shine, unlike the rest of the room. The room looked as if it had not been cleaned for some time, but was clean enough to suit it's purpose. There are twelve chairs evenly spaced around the table, and ten more chairs on each side of the room for extra seating. The room is spacious, making it easy to hear a slight echo to one's voice.
One wall is lined with windows that run from the ceiling to the floor. The view is that of the city, or what remains of it. Small pillars of smoke are scattered in the view, revealing that there could be trouble among the inhabitants below. A fact that they may possibly see first hand.
%$%$% BEGIN EPISODE THREE %$%$%
<Ian_Hawkins> ::sits at the table, looking out the window::
<Trila_Solahn> ::folds her arms, deep in thought for the moment as she stares out the window::
<Kahlan> ::sits at the table and stares at the smoke outside the window::
<Trila_Solahn> :turns and heads for the door. When she reaches it, she tries to open it::
<Brask_Key`far> :: is seated at the table, working on something on his datapad, as usual::
ACTION:: The door opens to an empty corridor::
<Trila_Solahn> :: peers out into the hallway and then withdraws her head, her eyes narrowed in thought as she turns and heads back into the room::
<Kahlan> ::turns away from the window, figuring she'll see the smoke closer soon enough:: Brask: Still working on my hologram?
<Trila_Solahn> ::runs her hand along the walls, thoughtfully as she makes her way back to the window. This time, she stands right in front of it, staring out at everything before her::
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks up and nods:: Kahlan: I think this is going to be the first of my design projects that I'm actually going to finish. :: laughs a bit and turns back to his work::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::keeps looking out the window:: Trila: Miss Solahn, were you expecting someone?
<Trila_Solahn> ::shakes her head without looking back:: Ian: No.
<Kahlan> ::laughs and changes chairs, sitting next to him to see::
<Ian_Hawkins> Trila: Good. Have a seat.
<Trila_Solahn> ::looks back at him:: Ian: Why? I'm content to stand here
<Ian_Hawkins> :: doesn't change his view:: All: OK, has anyone decided what they want to tackle first?
<Brask_Key`far> :: makes a few more adjustments and actives the holo, which looks much more detailed than the previous version back on the shuttle:: Kahlan: What do you think? :: smiles, but hears Ian's question and shuts the holo off, turning to listen to him::
<Trila_Solahn> ::looks back out the window, and looks out at the city... or what's left of it:: Ian: What do you mean?
<Kahlan> ::was about to say something about the holo, but turns to Ian as he speaks, after smiling brightly at Brask::
<Ian_Hawkins> Trila: I know we don't have any facts yet, but going on what we have seen, do we want to handle what's on the ground or what is floating above us?
<Brask_Key`far> Ian: I would suggest the ground first, because more information could help us avoid or destroy the debris in the air.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods, but waits for the others to give their input::
<Kahlan> ::mumbles:: Or get squashed by it.
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods at Brask:: Ian: It would make more sense to tackle what's down here first. If there's something down here controlling what's going on :: points upward:: up there... then we'd be able to handle it more easily
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: Possibly, but more information about a given situation is generally useful in dealing with it.
<Kahlan> ::smiles and shrugs at Brask:: Ian: I don't really mind either way. I'm sure they're likely linked in some way, so starting in either place is fine with me.
<Trila_Solahn> ::holds up a finger:: Ian: Then again... if debris and such fell from the sky... it would also make sense to see if we can't find out what's up there that caused it.....
<Ian_Hawkins> ::turns and looks to each of them:: All: So more information is what we need before actually doing anything. I agree with that. We are here to acquire information and nothing more. We aren't here to interact with the problem, just report it.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Trila: The problem with that though is figuring out the debris' origin, it could very well have come from parsecs away.
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods:: Brask: True... and then we could also cross that possibility off our list
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods at Trila and turns back to Ian:: Ian: We are not to attempt to solve the problem here?
<Ian_Hawkins> Brask: That was not part of our orders.
<Brask_Key`far> Ian: True, but certaily if we discover the cause and can do something about it we should. Correct? :: looks around the room::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::stands up and walks to the window, looking out with his hands clasped behind him:: All: I would
suggest splitting up. Two check the debris and two check the surface. As for correcting anything, I would suggest not doing anything until reporting it in and letting the brass give the order. You can suggest the fix to them, if you wish.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods at Ian:: Ian: So who will be on the ground and who in the air? Trila: I assume you will be one of the two in the air, given your expertise? Ian: I would like to check the surface.
<Trila_Solahn> ::grins at the thought of flying:: Brask: You assume correctly my hairy friend...
<Ian_Hawkins> ::makes mental notes of the situation as he waits for everyone's input::
<Kahlan> Ian: I would like to stay with Brask please.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods at Kahlan's words:: Kahlan: That is likely a good idea, given your medical knowledge. :: looks to Ian::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: All: Then, if circumstances provide us the chance to do so, Brask and Kahlan will handle the surface investigations, while Trila and I will check on the debris.
<Trila_Solahn> ::smirks at Ian:: Ian: Looks like you're stuck with me hotshot... ::gives him a plug in the arm::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods at Ian::
ACTION:: The door opens and in walks Dimitri Shashikov followed by an equally tall and thin man with looks nearly as dashing as Dimitri's::
<Trila_Solahn> ::wanders away from the window and plops herself down in a seat, kicking her feet upon the table as she leans back::
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks to the door, putting his datapad away::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::turns to see Dimitri and another man::
<Trila_Solahn> ::raises her eyebrows at the eye candy before her:: Self: This should be interesting.... ::lowers her feet to the floor and sits up, a small smile coming to her face::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::stops inside and looks at everyone:: All: Have you purchased water before coming to Elrood?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks to the others then back to Dimitri:: Dimitri: The air was dry.
<Trila_Solahn> ::leans one elbow onto the table and eyes the two men across the way, curiously::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::nods and smiles, before looking back to the man behind him:: Man: It is confirmed, Commodore. :: bows and steps aside::
<Commodore Symteria> ::nods and moves to the seat at the head of the table then takes a seat:: All: I take it that you have made yourselves comfortable.
<Kahlan> ::nods at the Commodore::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::moves to stand next to the Commodore::
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods:: Commodore: It's a little cold, but it's fine...
<Brask_Key`far> :: turns to look at the Commodore, listening quietly unless/until he's addressed::
<Commodore Symteria> ::nods to Trila then looks to Ian, who is still standing near the windows:: Ian: And you are Ian Hawkins, I presume?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods and bows to him:: Commodore: Yes, I am. ::moves to take a seat opposite the Commodore::
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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Three Cont'd.
(continued)
<Commodore Symteria> ::smiles:: All: You have observed just a fraction of the problems we face here.
Do you care to give your insight on what you have witnessed thus far?
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks to the others::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: decides tolet the others tell what they think::
<Ian_Hawkins> <to let>
<Trila_Solahn> Symteria: Well, that's just what we were talking about actually... we feel we need to get more
insight both down here and up there
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods in agreement with Trila and looks back at the Commodore::
<Ian_Hawkins> <Commodore Symteria> ::looks to Kahlan:: Kahlan: And our thoughts?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks to Kahlan, wondering if she will just passively agree with the others::
<Kahlan> ::nods and shrugs::
<Ian_Hawkins> <Commodore Symteria> ::nods to Kahlan, not sure what to make of her, then looks to Ian:: Ian: And you
have anything different to add?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::settles back in his chair and looks to the others:: Commodore: I do agree with what Miss Solahn has said. However, I did make some observations that I am sure they have also made but neglected to go into detail over.
<Commodore Symteria> ::nods:: Ian: Proceed.
<Brask_Key`far> :: turns to listen to Ian::
<Ian_Hawkins> Commodore: When we arrived to your system, we had to make our way through the debris, as you can imagine. A strange thing occurred during that time. The debris seemed to gather towards our shuttle. I have been through many debris fields and have never witnessed such a thing before.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods in agreement once again::
<Commodore Symteria> ::nods:: Ian: This is something we have noticed as well.
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods, having forgotten that bit of information for the moment::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Commodore: While here in this room, I have also noticed some things about your city that an explanation could help us. The buildings are damaged considerably. I also noticed smoke rising across the city as well.
<Trila_Solahn> ::watches the Commodore, waiting for his response before making her comment::
<Commodore Symteria> ::frowns:: Ian: Yes, the city has seen better days, that is for certain. ::clears his throat:: Since the initial blast. Debris had rained down on our fine cities, all over Critifini.
Unfortunately, climate changes brought on tremendous storms that added to the damage caused by the blast and debris. The smoke you are witnessing is not caused by any of that, however.
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks to the Commodore, listening closely::
<Kahlan> ::raises an eyebrow, listening::
<Trila_Solahn> Commodore: What is it then?
<Commodore Symteria> ::looks to the windows sadly:: All: We have had some civil unrest since the debris fell on our world. Accusations of attacks from several nations against other nations still create trouble. In this city, I have several leaders who intend to overthrow my rule, and I have security forces out to put a stop to them. That is what you have seen so far.
<Commodore Symteria> ::nods:: All: Added to all of that is the looting and riots. It is sometimes difficult for the security forces to determine which is which at times.
<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes his head sadly::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods with a concerned look on his face:: Commodore: You definitely have your hands full. We can look into the cause of the original blast and the source of the debris, but the unrest on the surface seems to be something you may have to deal with on your own.
<Commodore Symteria> ::shakes his head:: Ian: I require you to also give me some possible solutions for putting an end to this unrest. I can supply you with what information I have, but I do need your help.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::frowns and looks to the others::
<Brask_Key`far> :: speaks up finally:: Commodore: We will do what we can.
<Kahlan> ::thinks and shrugs at Ian:: Ian: He's asking for suggestions, not active help. I don't see a problem.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks to Trila::
<Trila_Solahn> :: blinks and sits up a little straighter:: Ian: I think they're right... what harm can we do to offer suggestions? We have our orders yes, but I don't think that's going beyond them
<Ian_Hawkins> ::sighs and nods:: Commodore: Very well. Brask and Kahlan will investigate the unrest on the planet. They will need all the protection you can give them. Troops would be a good start.
<Commodore Symteria> ::nods:: Ian: Troops may be difficult to arrange. They will be protected though. I will make certain of that.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Commodore: Miss Solahn and I will investigate the debris and find it's origins. I only need a large ship as a base of operations. Preferably one with heavy shields. I would also prefer it to be as large as a small capital class ship or a large freighter.
<Trila_Solahn> ::scowls a little as Ian speaks, she prefers light fast ships, but given the circumstances, his selection is right for what they need::
<Commodore Symteria> ::frowns:: Ian: We have no serviceable ships of that size or class. Light freighters are all we have that are even close to that size. They do have decent shielding, but they... ::is stopped by a whisper from Dimitri:: It seems that we do have one large freighter. It is impounded, but I can have it released and manned by a crew for you.
<Brask_Key`far> :: raises his hand:: Commodore: Excuse me sir.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods and looks to Dimitri::
<Commodore Symteria> ::looks to the Bothan:: Brask: Yes?
<Brask_Key`far> Commodore: Would it be possible for you to provide us with a ground vehical? I am not sure how much ground we will need to cover during this investigation but if the unrest is as bad as you make it sound then we may need a fast mode of transportation.
<Kahlan> ::nods at Brask's request::
<Commodore Symteria> ::nods:: Brask: Yes, you will have access to any mode of transport that we have available. I would suggest a small shuttle for some of your travel, since some nations are quite a distance from here.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Commodore: Thank you.
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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Three Cont'd.
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<Ian_Hawkins> Commodore: Is there anything else you require of us?
<Commodore Symteria> ::looks back to Dimitri who nods:: Ian: I insist that all communications off of Critifini go through my offices. Any unauthorized communications may be grounds for arrest.
<Kahlan> ::raises an eyebrow and looks at Ian, but doesn't comment::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks to the others before nodding:: Commodore: Very well, then. We would like to start as soon as possible. Until then, we will need a place to stay.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods, thinking it doesn't sound that unreasonable given the circumstances::
<Commodore Symteria> ::nods and looks to Dimitri:: All: Dimitri will handle any accomodations you require. I will have you notified when all of the arrangements have been made for you to begin your work. ::stands from his seat::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::stands up as well::
<Brask_Key`far> :: stands, eager to start the investigation::
<Kahlan> ::stands up::
<Commodore Symteria> ::nods to each and everyone of them before walking to the door:: All: It has been a pleasure, thus far. ::opens the door and exits, leaving Dimitri behind::
<Trila_Solahn> ::stands and smiles at the two men::
<Dimitri Shashikov> ::watches the Commodore leave and waits for the door to close:: All: That went well, I must admit.
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks at Kahlan as she stands near him, making mental notes for his holo design::
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks to Dimitri and nods::
<Dimitri Shashikov> ::looks to the women:: Both: Will you two wish to room together?
<Kahlan> ::shrugs and looks at Trila::
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods at Dimitri:: Dimitri: You were expecting it to go worse?
<Trila_Solahn> ::looks at Kahlan then back at Dimitri:: Dimitri: Whatever is more convenient for you. It's okay with me if Kahlan agrees
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Dimitri: It's fine with me
<Dimitri Shashikov> ::smiles:: Trila: The Commodore has met with others and... let's just say the outcome was not nearly as pleasant. ::looks to both of them:: Both: A room for each would be fine, if you prefer it.
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods and smiles at him:: Dimitri: That would be fine....
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks back at Kahlan, tilting his head sideways a bit and nodding, since he is not currently involved in the conversation::
<Kahlan> ::nods at Dimitri:: Dimitri: That works too.
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::grins wide at Trila:: Trila: Consider it done. ::walks to the door:: All: I shall return for you, once I have the quarters arranged.
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::gives a wink to Kahlan before leaving::
<Trila_Solahn> ::smiles at Kahlan:: Kahlan: I'd check to see if his room is near yours....
<Ian_Hawkins> ::moves to the window and looks out:: Brask: Brask, do you have any idea where you will begin?
<Brask_Key`far> All: He seems fairly helpful, if we get this level of cooperation for the duration of the investigation we should be in good shape. :: not joking or being sarcastic of course, hears Ian and turns:: Ian: I think checking the site of the blast would be a good first choice.
<Ian_Hawkins> Brask: The site of the blast is the entire planet. You do know what you are requested to do, do you not?
<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes his head to clear it:: Ian: Oh, yes, of course you're right. Well If we are to investigate the unrest then we should probably start with getting information on the various factions and their strengths, what territory they occupy, ect.
<Trila_Solahn> :: plops back down in her chair and swings her feet back onto the table, wishing desperately for a mug of coffee right now::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods in agreement:: Brask: I wouldn't rely entirely on what the Commodore will supply you, but it's a start.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Ian: Of course, information from witnesses and arial recon should give us at least somewhat of an accurate picture of the state of things.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::continues looking outside:: Brask: Contact the various factions personally. Be diplomatic and non-threatening. Don't promise anything, but give the impression that you are there to help them and only them. That should get you all the information you need.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Ian: Yes sir. Should we report back to you regularly on our findings?
<Trila_Solahn> ::relaxes in her chair a little and wishes she were in bed right now as she feels sleep creeping up on her...
<Ian_Hawkins> Brask: No. Collect your information and report it directly to HQ. Don't go through the Commodore's offices, since what you find might be something he can use to hurt others, possibly. ::looks to Brask:: You would agree, would you not?
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods once:: Ian: So you're ordering us to break the law here then? Not that I mind, I just want to be clear. :: looks serious::
<Kahlan> ::turns to look at Ian and Brask, raising an eyebrow::
<Ian_Hawkins> Brask: It isn't an order. It's survival. I personally don't care if the Commodore or any other faction wipes the rest of the people off the face of the planet. What matters is that we do our job to the best of our abilities and if that means we bend a few laws, then so be it.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Ian: I see.
<Trila_Solahn> ::gives Ian an odd look::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: continues his vigil over the cityscape beyond the windows::
<Kahlan> Brask: Perhaps they will let us share a jail cell. ::giggles::
<Brask_Key`far> :: raises an eyebrow at Kahlan, still not understanding her comments most of the time::
%$%$% END EPISODE THREE %$%$%
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