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I think you should have made the Placebo-Xin a Lieutenant though :P
I think you should have made the Placebo-Xin a Lieutenant though :P
A Corvus station attendant buzzed Mogul's door comm.
"Sir, there's an incoming transmission for you. It's marked urgent, but I can't determine the origin or author of the message. Shall I forward it to your screen?"
"Sir, there's an incoming transmission for you. It's marked urgent, but I can't determine the origin or author of the message. Shall I forward it to your screen?"
The door comm buzzer brought Mogul back to a reality.
Like a deaf person witnessing the explosion a few feet away, all the hallucinations poped out in one silent visible bang. A headache immediately hit his head. Like an axe driven through his skull.
Mogul whispered an answer and yet felt like he was screaming again
"Yeah... use a secure channel and deduce it from my account, he said
-OK sir. replied the attendant wich stood there for a few seconds. Sir?
-Yes yes. Take your tip too. 200 credits.
-Thank you sir!"
Mogul could hear the foot steps of the attendant, ever more distant at each step, wich made him feel like he was falling backward.
"He's gay I'm sure, said the Evil Akan hallucination.
-History has no records of you ever having been with a woman", replied the Arrogant Eo hallucination.
"Shut up you two" whispered Mogul.
Like a deaf person witnessing the explosion a few feet away, all the hallucinations poped out in one silent visible bang. A headache immediately hit his head. Like an axe driven through his skull.
Mogul whispered an answer and yet felt like he was screaming again
"Yeah... use a secure channel and deduce it from my account, he said
-OK sir. replied the attendant wich stood there for a few seconds. Sir?
-Yes yes. Take your tip too. 200 credits.
-Thank you sir!"
Mogul could hear the foot steps of the attendant, ever more distant at each step, wich made him feel like he was falling backward.
"He's gay I'm sure, said the Evil Akan hallucination.
-History has no records of you ever having been with a woman", replied the Arrogant Eo hallucination.
"Shut up you two" whispered Mogul.
The comm unit bleeped once to tell Mogul he was about to receive a secure transmission. When he pressed the key to begin the message, Lecter’s grinning face suddenly filled the screen.
“Mogul! I can’t guess how timely my message must be: one day I need to talk with you, and then I find out you’re in need of a shrink. How’s that for a happy coincidence?” When Mogul just stared, the Doctor continued in a more serious tone. “Velaio, pull yourselves together and come see me. Now. We need to talk, and I promise you it’ll be worth your time.” Mogul noticed that Akan was tossing darts at the image of the Serco on the viewer. “Forget it, I’m getting along just fine out here on my own. Just what do you mean, Lecter?”
The screen split, one side displaying the serial numbers of the cargo containers Lecter had just transferred to Mogul’s ownership, with drop-down contents lists showing which flavors of Itan™ brand juice were contained within each. A second later, when Mogul stopped fantasizing about the fresh juice, he saw the image on the other half of the screen and froze. The Doctor was pointing to a familiar black oblong object resting on a low table behind the camera. “I mean this, Mogul. Come to Corvus suite #2839.”
The Itani brushed past Akan and Eo, looking for his piloting gear. “What system and staion, Lecter? I’ll be en route in five minutes.” The image on the split-screen laughed. “Relax, Velaio, you don’t need your ship. I’m upstairs. See you soon.”
“Mogul! I can’t guess how timely my message must be: one day I need to talk with you, and then I find out you’re in need of a shrink. How’s that for a happy coincidence?” When Mogul just stared, the Doctor continued in a more serious tone. “Velaio, pull yourselves together and come see me. Now. We need to talk, and I promise you it’ll be worth your time.” Mogul noticed that Akan was tossing darts at the image of the Serco on the viewer. “Forget it, I’m getting along just fine out here on my own. Just what do you mean, Lecter?”
The screen split, one side displaying the serial numbers of the cargo containers Lecter had just transferred to Mogul’s ownership, with drop-down contents lists showing which flavors of Itan™ brand juice were contained within each. A second later, when Mogul stopped fantasizing about the fresh juice, he saw the image on the other half of the screen and froze. The Doctor was pointing to a familiar black oblong object resting on a low table behind the camera. “I mean this, Mogul. Come to Corvus suite #2839.”
The Itani brushed past Akan and Eo, looking for his piloting gear. “What system and staion, Lecter? I’ll be en route in five minutes.” The image on the split-screen laughed. “Relax, Velaio, you don’t need your ship. I’m upstairs. See you soon.”
OOC this thread merges with Operation Firestorm: http://www.vendetta-online.com/x/msgboard/7/13634#171900
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