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Post by Mierin on Jul 29, 2012 18:59:59 GMT -5
Jessica nods at the Colonel while he's explaining what he needs. Her eyebrow raises at the second part and she points out, "Is that really necessary? If it wasn't marketable, I would simply return it to you in a discrete fashion."
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Post by dakota on Jul 30, 2012 3:43:27 GMT -5
"Did he... come.....," McKenna couldn't help glancing around the room a bit as she repeated Tawfeek's statement ( perc [dice=20] ) . Then thinking it was a mistake, she added as a cover, " We do have a waitress, right? Or do we get our own at the bar?"[rand=5076626679356725881692941930672404748676613266167576824657207908]
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jul 30, 2012 14:35:48 GMT -5
The Local Watering HoleTM
McKenna could see a few other people around the "bar", in varying places. Easily 20. Though, with 2 other ships tethered, it's not suprising.
Tawfeek grinned at McKenna's reaction.
"Don't look!" He whispered quickly. "Or they'll know we know."
"Also, it helps being able to trust her," Tawfeek said. "If I couldn't, I would never have hired her."
Colonel Tremmin looked a little sour. "Stakes are too high." He said, plainly. "We're on the verge of the largest political shift since China and India split. Every toy that can make a difference will be wanted. Even toys I let float around in my own little DARPA. And the higher-ups want examples to show off for how tough they are. Like I said before, since Mars's terraforming got back on track, things have moved forward considerably."
Tremmin took another drink.
"Besides, by all accounts, you're the favourite to win," He added. "So, I suspect you have little to worry about."
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Post by Dome on Jul 30, 2012 20:46:31 GMT -5
{ooc: anime style?} GM OOC response: anim¨¦ winkForeman reaches over for his drink, and swallows it all down, "thanks," is all he says as he watches the sandwich get split into parts some what dejectedly. |
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Post by kurff on Jul 31, 2012 16:17:28 GMT -5
"Comm sats...seem to be near them. That would do some damage." he thought. Having no other real leads it seemed a good place to start. With a few key strokes he tried to look up the sats near the Blast area had it gone off. He even tried to get the info of the ships external images as they recovered the sat.
Computer Operation: [dice=100]
Navigation: [dice=100]
Read Sensor Instruments [dice=100]
Research ?? [dice=100]
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Post by dakota on Jul 31, 2012 18:12:34 GMT -5
"I didn't say I don't trust Jessica," McKenna replied quickly. " It's the guy I'm more concerned with. Wait, " she turned and looked at Tawfeek with a hint of suprise," so why did you hire me?"
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jul 31, 2012 20:50:26 GMT -5
The Local Watering Holetm
Tawfeek smirked.
""If you're looking for compliments, you'll have to wait for your annual review," He said. "If we ever have those."
Foreman's Increasingly Wild Dreams
As Foreman took the piece, Jessica was given hers, as well.
"Where's the other two? Don't they want a sandwich?" Dream McKenna asked.
"Better things to do." Jessica answered. "Saving the world."
Foreman's dream flashed, for a second, to a bank, where Tawfeek was putting the world in an interest-bearing account.
Then back to the office.
"Well?" KcKenna asked. "Don't you want your sandwich?" She asked.
Reception
Gonna follow this to the end, huh?
Alright... The EMP - if there was an EMP - would have knocked out a series of minor commuinication satellites.
The Ship's exterior images show a largish, older-model communication satellite.
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Post by Dome on Jul 31, 2012 21:19:33 GMT -5
Flip starts reaching for his portion of sandwich, when instead he rolls to far in the bunk and awakens as his body almost rolls out of bed. "That was freaking weird," he murmors as he sits up.
He then dons his shoes and some clean clothes and heads for the bar where he makes a b-line for the bar. He orders a double neat(no ice) of whatever hard alcohol they have available and immediately swallows it down. He puts the cup down on the bar and asks for a refill then turns around to peruse the bar and see if the rest of the crew is around.
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Post by Mierin on Jul 31, 2012 22:43:05 GMT -5
Jessica smiles in her usual friendly manner as she nods, "I'm not too worried. Do I contact you once it's done or will you find me?" Another question occurs to her and Jessica asks, "Should I be on the lookout for any competition that might be coming my way? If so, anyone in particular?"
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Post by dakota on Aug 1, 2012 5:25:55 GMT -5
"Very funny, Captain." McKenna replied, leaning back in her chair and folding her arms. "Do I really want to know how much damage was done to the ship thanks to that stupid satellite trap?I mean it has to be costing you alot of credits, and whoever set us up should be footing the bill."
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Aug 1, 2012 11:35:35 GMT -5
The Local Watering Holetm
After passing Mensk studiously working in the reception area, Foreman found his way to the bar.
Jessica was sitting with another man, and Tawfeek and McKenna were conspicuously sitting the middle of the bar. There were something 20 others sitting, drinking as well.
The bar tender pulled down a couple of tetra-paks of whiskey, and poured them into a cup for Foreman to drink.
"You alright?" The bartender asked.
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Tawfeek grinned.
"I tried," he said. "Officially, Blastarc is calling it our own problem, since it was fired off to the sun."
He took a sip.
"However," He continued. "There was no warning signal, or visible warning labels for the presence of nuclear materials. They'll be fined triple what it would have cost to buy us off. And that's only the beginning. Made a call, too. We'll see what happens when the press starts snopping into it."
"They could have paid," he finished. "But they decided it was our own fault."
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Colonel Tremmin nodded. "A couple, but no-one knows the other names." He said. "Which is fine. I'll tell, you, though, the problems lie in the recharge for a shot, and the power drain on the battery. You get this thing as fast as an autopistol, with twice the payload, and you're golden."
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Post by Dome on Aug 1, 2012 19:56:45 GMT -5
Flip looks back at the bartender, "yeah I'm ok. Just a weird ass dream. Think that first one should help take the edge off. Thanks a lot," he says before pushing off the bar and walking across the room to join MJ and the captain.
"Mind if I join you two," he asks.
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Post by dakota on Aug 2, 2012 7:20:34 GMT -5
"Maybe we'll get lucky then and Blastarc will pay us to keep quiet once the press is on to them." She looked over as Flip joined them. "Sure. Did we have a good nap?" she snickered as she spotted Flip had his own drink. She started to get up," Cap,what do you want? You can get the next one." She offered
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Post by kurff on Aug 2, 2012 13:58:44 GMT -5
"Hmmm..Not much to do but get list of the sats near the BlastArc 'Bomb'." he thought. and the computer could manage that..so it was time to get some food. then headed to the bar.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Aug 2, 2012 14:55:21 GMT -5
The Local Watering Holetm
Tawfeek looked at McKenna.
"Actually, how about you two go," He suggested. By his tone, it wasn't so much a suggestion as an order. "I'm OK, for now."
"You have more friends trickling in," Tremmin remarked, as Mensk made his way in. "Which probably means it's my cue to leave. I'll see you in six months."
Mensk, on his arrival saw Tawfeek, McKenna, and Foreman at one table, Jessica at another where a man was getting up to leave, and about 20-odd patrons in the bar, tetra boxes of booze behind the bar, and a bartender doing his job.
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