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The message only had 3 words. “Obsidian. Office. NOW!”
An overwhelming sense of dread filled Obsidian as she pointed her wraith towards the Azek/Dau wormhole. The head office had requested her presence in a manner that wasn’t very comforting. What was going on? What had happened?
Obsidian docked at the UIT advisory council’s headquarters in Dau L-10. She stopped briefly to check over herself in the mirror before she strode down the gangplank and into the station.
The office was small, musty and every nook and cranny was filled with debris. In one corner a tower of manila folders filled with papers defied gravity as it precariously leaned over the desk in the center of the room. In another corner sat a synthetic plant that looked like it had been enduring a seven-year drought. Obsidian was both amazed and terrified as she scanned the room, thinking “What kind of person could kill a plastic plant?” In shelves that covered the remaining walls wires of all colors slithered down towards the floor. It was like a graveyard for old duct work and station bits. Obsidian bit her lip and thought “this is not a good sign”.
“Obsidian? Do you know why you are here?” boomed the voice.
“Ah, because I was asked to come here?”
“How long have you worked for the UIT Work Corps?”
“Ah, Sir, ah about six months”
“And how long ago did you complete your guide training?”
“About four months ago sir. It is still very fresh in my mind”
“You say your training is fresh in your mind, then how do you explain these?” The top two inches from the tower of manila folders in the corner plopped onto the desk.
Obsidian reached towards the first folder and opened it up. Inside was a stack of pink and yellow papers. She pondered them for a moment and said “ I can tell they are forms but I’m not sure what they are.”
“These are violations of the DA RULES, the sacred handbook for all guides.”
Obsidian gulped. She knew what this meeting was all about. She was going to get fired!
The voice continued “ we have received various complaints about guide behavior and we are concerned about yours in particular.”
Her mind raced as she tried to think of the rules she may have broken. Sometimes they weren't her fault. Well at least not intentionally.
“First, let’s discuss the ‘failure to secure area before initiating a under 3000m jump’ You have been sighted on at least three different occasions generating a jump warp with in the NFZ of stations. You know the warp field disrupts the strike force communication system yet you still jumped.”
“I was only thinking about getting to the pilot in distress. I thought I was clear, honest.”
“Second, I have here a fascinating message we intercepted about two days ago. The message was sent by a pilot ‘smittens’ and it describes how you are his sweet Obsidina and he is jealous of ‘LeberMac’. It also mentions that you allowed LeberMac to get you drunk in a public bar! Guides are not to be fraternizing with the general public! Here you are with not one but TWO pilots. What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I didn’t do anything sir. I just was polite and courteous like I was trained. I NEVER accepted liquor from LeberMac, nor Seraph, nor ViciousNanite, nor anyone.”
“Third, I have a complaint here from a Station Master in Nyrius. He reported that you set 10 captured hive bots loose outside his station blocking trade for 4 hours.”
“Well sir, that was an accident. I had just finished unloading the hive drones when I bumped the activate switch. It started a chain reaction and suddenly the entire group was up a buzzing around. Did the report mention I was the one who stayed around and killed all the bots?”
“YES! And we will be deducting the cost of capturing new hive bots to replace the ones you destroyed from your paycheck.”
Obsidian slid down into a chair. This was getting to be too much. How could it get any worse?
“Fourth…”
“What!?!” yelped Obsidian. “There’s a fourth?!?”
“AS I WAS saying. Fourth, I have here a report that you used your security clearance to take experimental equipment out of the research lab for ‘joy rides’ and ‘personal use’. In particular a top-secret EC-super bus.”
“I only took it out so I could use 16 repair guns at a time on a Capship….”
“Speaking of Capships. DO YOU KNOW how much they cost??? You have tripped the UIT automated Security system too many times to count. Each time you do that ships are automatically launched and sent to Sedina to do battle. You’re costing us a fortune!”
“They can’t be that expensive considering how easily they blow up” muttered Obsidian under her breath.
Somewhere in the room a phone rang. The voice answered the phone.
“I have just been informed that you removed a create of samoflange from the research department…”
“I can explain! I was just playing a prank on Broma-Ba Slick. I told him he had earned a reward so I gave him a box of chocolate covered samaoflange. What else do you get a trader who has everything? I was planning on scraping off the chocolate and returning the samoflange later.”
“ENOUGH!” Bellowed the voice. “I’d like to fire you. However, it seems you have a rather large group of supporters. Take a look at that stack of folders in the corner.”
Obsidian looked again at the impossible tower of folders.
The voice continued “That pile over there is filled with letters of recommendations, commendations and support. My superiors feel we should over look these transgressions and allow you to continue. It seems you are skilled at what you do. However, I disagree with the council. I will be watching you, waiting for your next slip up.”
Obsidian got to her feet and turned to the door. Before she left she turned back and said “There won’t be a next time.”
An overwhelming sense of dread filled Obsidian as she pointed her wraith towards the Azek/Dau wormhole. The head office had requested her presence in a manner that wasn’t very comforting. What was going on? What had happened?
Obsidian docked at the UIT advisory council’s headquarters in Dau L-10. She stopped briefly to check over herself in the mirror before she strode down the gangplank and into the station.
The office was small, musty and every nook and cranny was filled with debris. In one corner a tower of manila folders filled with papers defied gravity as it precariously leaned over the desk in the center of the room. In another corner sat a synthetic plant that looked like it had been enduring a seven-year drought. Obsidian was both amazed and terrified as she scanned the room, thinking “What kind of person could kill a plastic plant?” In shelves that covered the remaining walls wires of all colors slithered down towards the floor. It was like a graveyard for old duct work and station bits. Obsidian bit her lip and thought “this is not a good sign”.
“Obsidian? Do you know why you are here?” boomed the voice.
“Ah, because I was asked to come here?”
“How long have you worked for the UIT Work Corps?”
“Ah, Sir, ah about six months”
“And how long ago did you complete your guide training?”
“About four months ago sir. It is still very fresh in my mind”
“You say your training is fresh in your mind, then how do you explain these?” The top two inches from the tower of manila folders in the corner plopped onto the desk.
Obsidian reached towards the first folder and opened it up. Inside was a stack of pink and yellow papers. She pondered them for a moment and said “ I can tell they are forms but I’m not sure what they are.”
“These are violations of the DA RULES, the sacred handbook for all guides.”
Obsidian gulped. She knew what this meeting was all about. She was going to get fired!
The voice continued “ we have received various complaints about guide behavior and we are concerned about yours in particular.”
Her mind raced as she tried to think of the rules she may have broken. Sometimes they weren't her fault. Well at least not intentionally.
“First, let’s discuss the ‘failure to secure area before initiating a under 3000m jump’ You have been sighted on at least three different occasions generating a jump warp with in the NFZ of stations. You know the warp field disrupts the strike force communication system yet you still jumped.”
“I was only thinking about getting to the pilot in distress. I thought I was clear, honest.”
“Second, I have here a fascinating message we intercepted about two days ago. The message was sent by a pilot ‘smittens’ and it describes how you are his sweet Obsidina and he is jealous of ‘LeberMac’. It also mentions that you allowed LeberMac to get you drunk in a public bar! Guides are not to be fraternizing with the general public! Here you are with not one but TWO pilots. What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I didn’t do anything sir. I just was polite and courteous like I was trained. I NEVER accepted liquor from LeberMac, nor Seraph, nor ViciousNanite, nor anyone.”
“Third, I have a complaint here from a Station Master in Nyrius. He reported that you set 10 captured hive bots loose outside his station blocking trade for 4 hours.”
“Well sir, that was an accident. I had just finished unloading the hive drones when I bumped the activate switch. It started a chain reaction and suddenly the entire group was up a buzzing around. Did the report mention I was the one who stayed around and killed all the bots?”
“YES! And we will be deducting the cost of capturing new hive bots to replace the ones you destroyed from your paycheck.”
Obsidian slid down into a chair. This was getting to be too much. How could it get any worse?
“Fourth…”
“What!?!” yelped Obsidian. “There’s a fourth?!?”
“AS I WAS saying. Fourth, I have here a report that you used your security clearance to take experimental equipment out of the research lab for ‘joy rides’ and ‘personal use’. In particular a top-secret EC-super bus.”
“I only took it out so I could use 16 repair guns at a time on a Capship….”
“Speaking of Capships. DO YOU KNOW how much they cost??? You have tripped the UIT automated Security system too many times to count. Each time you do that ships are automatically launched and sent to Sedina to do battle. You’re costing us a fortune!”
“They can’t be that expensive considering how easily they blow up” muttered Obsidian under her breath.
Somewhere in the room a phone rang. The voice answered the phone.
“I have just been informed that you removed a create of samoflange from the research department…”
“I can explain! I was just playing a prank on Broma-Ba Slick. I told him he had earned a reward so I gave him a box of chocolate covered samaoflange. What else do you get a trader who has everything? I was planning on scraping off the chocolate and returning the samoflange later.”
“ENOUGH!” Bellowed the voice. “I’d like to fire you. However, it seems you have a rather large group of supporters. Take a look at that stack of folders in the corner.”
Obsidian looked again at the impossible tower of folders.
The voice continued “That pile over there is filled with letters of recommendations, commendations and support. My superiors feel we should over look these transgressions and allow you to continue. It seems you are skilled at what you do. However, I disagree with the council. I will be watching you, waiting for your next slip up.”
Obsidian got to her feet and turned to the door. Before she left she turned back and said “There won’t be a next time.”
lol thats great!!
"Speaking of capships..." LMAO!!!
"Speaking of capships..." LMAO!!!
what about that time you spawn the cap ships by accident yesterday?
I like reading what you write keep it up.
MORE! (please)
Again, nice job.
But its "Obsidina" not "Obsidiana"
[okay, I'll edit it]-obsidian
But its "Obsidina" not "Obsidiana"
[okay, I'll edit it]-obsidian
Does this mean I have to give the samo back?
Broma-Ba Slick
Broma-Ba Slick
who said Obsidiana?
Can't you just be like everyone else and make another post?
But no, its *is* more fun to display power like that--I do it on the IA boards all the time :D
But no, its *is* more fun to display power like that--I do it on the IA boards all the time :D
LOL I should edit Smittens' permissions on the Boards...
Anyway, I'm done hitting on the females. Miharu let me die from bloodloss tonight, and laughed about it afterwards. Jessica almost bit me, and Lydia COMPLETELY ignores me. Hehe.
Anyway, I'm done hitting on the females. Miharu let me die from bloodloss tonight, and laughed about it afterwards. Jessica almost bit me, and Lydia COMPLETELY ignores me. Hehe.
Leber, are you really lumping Miharu and Lydia in with Jessica? ;) Though it may be appros for Lyida...
At least I didn't make you explode, Leber. I could have done that if I tried.
Ouch Leber. I only escaped with some SKOM marks from Miharu.
And you don't know Jessica!?
Lydia and I talk about other things.
Ate-earn-all-is and I got married
Evoli married us, so that wouldn't work
Obsidian /ignored me...
Things are supposedly taking off with [name deleted] though, according to [other name deleted] (I haven't talked to her in a loooong time)
And you don't know Jessica!?
Lydia and I talk about other things.
Ate-earn-all-is and I got married
Evoli married us, so that wouldn't work
Obsidian /ignored me...
Things are supposedly taking off with [name deleted] though, according to [other name deleted] (I haven't talked to her in a loooong time)
Was Jilly talking about me online a couple of days ago?
Yeah, how'd you know?
~Stukov
~Stukov
I know I'm safe.
Who would dare to hit on a demidev?
I don't think the business plan ever mentioned
"compete with Match.Com"
so stop looking for love in all the wrong places.
and LeberMac. I won't make the obvious joke.
Who would dare to hit on a demidev?
I don't think the business plan ever mentioned
"compete with Match.Com"
so stop looking for love in all the wrong places.
and LeberMac. I won't make the obvious joke.
I would dare. Isn't that right Obs?
Yoda does already. So Bring it on. You'll see what happens.
ANYWAYS....
How 'bout more story?
How 'bout more story?
We'll see what I have done in another week or so.