Demetrius Gorno
Civilian Official
Secretary of Terran Security
Posts: 33
Registered: Jan 17, 2011 19:06:43 GMT -6
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Post by Demetrius Gorno on Sept 21, 2012 11:37:50 GMT -6
As Demetrius was walking into the cafeteria, he almost knocked down the woman walking out. Helping her regain her footing, Demetrius apologized.
"I am so sorry, here let me help...."
That's when he recognized the woman as being one of the rebels. Drawing his weapon, Demetrius pointed it at the woman, ordering her to not move.
"YOU! Hold it right there rebel scum and don't make a move!"
Demetrius looked at the soldiers standing at the door, who had already brought their own weapons to bear on the woman.
"You two, hold this woman, she's a member of the rebels from up north. I'll be right back."
Demetrius rushed into the cafeteria, looking around for Carlie. Once he spotted her, he ran up to her.
"Miss McPherson, I just detained a wanted rebel outside and she came from in here. Doesn't anyone here realize this woman known as Marla is a rebel?"
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President Benjamen Little
Civilian Official
President Emeritus, Rear admiral (Posthumously)
A Viper cockpit or a desk, im deadly with both.
Posts: 4,209
Registered: Aug 7, 2009 13:12:53 GMT -6
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Post by President Benjamen Little on Sept 22, 2012 13:38:57 GMT -6
Ben follows the guards into the building. Looking around to see what his surrounding were. He noticed an old friend standing ready to great him along with someone that he hadn't met before. The judge introduced herself and Clayton. The Vice President felt a bit awkward, because he was now in the position of Clays late wifes and Bens first friend he made on the Vulture. Anastasia Dualla, she was known by Ben as Jupiter. They at one time toying with the idea if striking a relationship. They just determined that they were better suited as friends. Trottle extended his hand shaking first the judges then Clayton. "Its a pleasure to meet you Judge. It's also wonderful to see you old friend."
After the introductions were complete they started to make there way to the cafeteria. As they started off he saw Demetrius run in. Yelling about Marla being a Terran Rebel. Vice President Little glanced over to the President with a look of 'you said she was with us'.
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Clayton Dualla
Colonial Retired
Colonel
Terran Senior Technical Advisor
Posts: 5,380
Registered: Jul 3, 2011 19:48:16 GMT -6
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Post by Clayton Dualla on Sept 22, 2012 23:36:29 GMT -6
Clayton returned the handshake to Doral. The Cylon had a firm grip, but he was at least twice as strong as Dually beause of his Cylon physiology.
"It's good to see you as well, Mister Presdent. I have been well." He did not go into detail about the whirlwind changed in his life. Doral may have had his own, but Clayton had offered his loyalty now to Terra as well as the Colonies. Did that make him a citizen of both societies, or of neither? He nodded silently to Doral's comment about speaking privately. He wanted to hear as much as he could from all sides in order to get a true picture of this new situation he was in.
All ears were distracted by the tiff between the young newcomer and Judith. Miss Johanssen had a lot of animosity for Judith. It only made Dualla more curious, and added yet another facet to the strange gem that was being cut. Johanssen made to leave, and Clayton wondered if he'd get an opportunity to speak with her alone later. Maybe he could learn something. He turned to greet the Vice President.
"Good to see you too, Ben."
Another pair entered the room. He recognized Carlie, now dressed in something more weatherproof. With her was the one person he did not immediately recognize, so assumed that it was the Gondawan representative. Gorno, as Clayton remembered the name, became immediately agitated and drew his sidearm while throwing accusations at Johansson. Several of the guards obeyed Gorno's command to stop Johansson, something which Dualla noted while many more drew various weapons and pointed them at the Gondawan. He would speak to Judith shortly; those two needed to be detained. They had just announced that their loyalty was greater to the Gondawan than their superior officers. They were either fools or spies. Either way, they had to be dealt with.
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Judge Judith Schwein
Civilian Official
Judge, 1st Terran Circuit Court
I'm a Judge, not a general. Okay, I'm a general too.
Posts: 123
Registered: Nov 30, 2010 23:40:44 GMT -6
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Post by Judge Judith Schwein on Oct 2, 2012 12:56:52 GMT -6
Judith was keenly aware of the fact that all eyes and ears were now upon herself and the Terran Operative, Marla. Judith made a mental note to deal with Marla later but for now, there were much more important issues to deal with than the petty animosities of a girl who still held a grudge, a grudge that wasn't even hers to begin with Turning to Clayton and the President and VP, Judith smiled.
"Well, seems no matter how hard you try, you just can't please some people. Well, I am certain the President and Vice-President would lke to eat and get some rest, so gentlemen if you will excuse me, I will let you tend to those needs. Ms. McPherson, I am certain you too would like to get some rest after the long flight in from the capital. The young woman from Helios should be arriving shortly so you two can do some catching up on the status of the governments affairs and all that exciting stuff."
Judith did a slight bow to Clayton and the President and VP then turned and made her way towards the door. She stopped in front of Demetrius.
"You may let that woman go, she is no rebel, I assure you. She is actually a Terran operative, a member of the Athos Guard."
The look on Demetrius's face told Judith he knew exactly what she was saying. Judith smiled at Marla and then exited the cafeteria building, walking in the light mist towards her quarters. She could hardly wait for tomorrow.
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Demetrius Gorno
Civilian Official
Secretary of Terran Security
Posts: 33
Registered: Jan 17, 2011 19:06:43 GMT -6
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Post by Demetrius Gorno on Oct 2, 2012 13:02:18 GMT -6
Demetrius was about to place restraints on Marla when the Judge approached him. Her words struck deep within him. Marla a member of the Athos Guard? That was impossible, the woman was too young. Then again, the Judge never said something for the sake of just saying it. He bowed to the Judge and looked at the Terran personnel.
"Let her go and return to your duties."
Looking at Marla, he gave a somewhat testy reply to her.
"Some day soon, we will have to discuss a few things. Enjoy your evening, gora."
Demetrius had chosen to use the ancient term for an animal that lived in its own feces, assured of the fact that Marla understood him. With that said, he turned and walked away, smiling but alert should Marla decide to attack him from behind.
"So, what kind of food do we have available?"
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Clayton Dualla
Colonial Retired
Colonel
Terran Senior Technical Advisor
Posts: 5,380
Registered: Jul 3, 2011 19:48:16 GMT -6
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Post by Clayton Dualla on Oct 4, 2012 17:54:40 GMT -6
Clayton had gone from being irritated to being amused. His first impression of Gorno was that the man was something of a buffoon. He was trying to hide a smile as Judith defused the situation. That done, she decided to leave the circus. Leave Dualla with Gorno and his clowns. He cast a sideways glance at the Gondawan.
"From what I've seen, they can prepare just about anything. I saw several chefs in the kitchen. Give it a try, ask for your favorite. They took care of mine." Yes, the open-faced chiliburger was delicious. He'd try them out on other dishes sometime, but for now, maybe they can help keep Gorno in line with a good meal.
So far, all Clayton had experienced is the hospitality of the Terrans. He hadn't been there to see them really get down to business. He wanted to see the facilities he was to work in. He remembered fondly the Fighter Bay on Galactica, where Commander Wagner had set up an R&D center on one end of the Portside Landing Bay. He remembered the layout, the equipment, the software and hardware. He knew that he'd be benchmarking Terra against that. Knowing that the financial resources of the Terrans were vastly more than those of the Colonial Fleet, he felt that he'd finally be able to follow up on some of his ideas. He was sure that the Terrans had their own ideas that they wanted him to develop. That was fine. He had to admit to himself that he had missed the hours with a wrench in his hand, or at the GalactiCAD. He was a designer, and engineer, and now that he had been given such a job with the Terran military, he was sure that he would very quickly and easily get back into the swing of things.
What he wondered now, though, was whether or not Gorno was going to be safe on his own, or was he going to need a babysitter. Judith could handle the man, but she had dropped the Gondawan like a hot potato. Maybe that was what he needed or what he deserved. Clayton would watch how the other Terrans treated him. Himself, he had to tell himself to give the man a chance. It was good, though, that there was atmosphere here, so Gorno couldn't be airlocked. Even though he seemed to deserve it.
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Phineas Doral
Cylon Command Staff
Former Colonial President
I love humans, really. That's why I defected.
Posts: 326
Registered: Jul 25, 2009 22:22:21 GMT -6
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Post by Phineas Doral on Oct 7, 2012 0:06:00 GMT -6
Phineas sat there, enjoying the last of his meal. He had a local salad, along with something that resembled and tasted like curds. He had watched with amusing interest the drama that had unfolded between Marla, Gorno and the Judge. Phineas couldn't wait to see this Terran administrator coming in from Helios and he suspected the woman who had just entered was that woman. Phineas was also observing Carlie sitting there, alone, eating some sort of rice and meat dish. He knew she hated this weather and he couldn't help but wonder if someone in the Terran government didn't send her just for the joke of it all. Still, there was work to be done and this petty bickering between Marla, Gorno and the Judge could not be made to derail any part of it. The Terrans had the production and fabrication facilities, facilities that were set to replace the shipboard facilities the fleet had. The equipment and machinery was old, busted and worn out. No amount of spare parts were going to keep them alive for too much longer. He had in front of him photos of one of the Terran facilities here on Eresea.
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TerraOps
Terran Civilian
Chief, Terran Operations
Terra-beautiful, mysterious, but not what you think.
Posts: 403
Registered: Oct 30, 2010 21:41:12 GMT -6
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Post by TerraOps on Oct 7, 2012 0:31:46 GMT -6
As Junior Administrator Gina Kao'la'ha, Eresean Administration (NPC)Gina entered the cafeteria, shaking off the rain and looking around the place. She nodded to the Judge as the woman exited the place. She noticed Carlie McPherson sitting there, alone as usual. She also noticed the Gondawan representative, standing there, skulking. The Judge must have said something to the young man. Only the Judge could have that effect on someone. She spotted a table close to the fireplace and walked towards it when she spotted a man sitting at a table, several armed personnel standing there near him. She surmised that was the President. She decided she would let the man finish his meal before introducing herself. Besides, she herself was hungry. She sat down and waited to see if anyone would come to the table. She didn't have to wait long. A young man came to the table, a pad and pencil in his hand. "What can I get you to drink?"Gina thought for a second then replied. "Tea, hot, please.""Would you like a menu or do you know what you would like?""No, I would like the local catch of the day, a salad but none of those little fungi on it. I would also like rice morlo, not so spicy and some sweet bread."The young man raised one eyebrow at the mention of rice morlo. Having been assigned to Eresea these past three years, Gina had come to enjoy the sweet, spicy and pungent taste of rice and morlo meat, the morlo being the large mountainous animal that was a cross between a bovine and swine. Lean meat, but just enough fattiness to it to add that distinct flavor, a rather gamey taste. "Right away ma'am."Minutes later, the meal was brought to her table and she wasted no time diving into it.
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Clayton Dualla
Colonial Retired
Colonel
Terran Senior Technical Advisor
Posts: 5,380
Registered: Jul 3, 2011 19:48:16 GMT -6
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Post by Clayton Dualla on Oct 7, 2012 18:10:45 GMT -6
Clayton observed the others in the room after Judith left. Doral was surrounded by a squad of security. Ben Trottle didn't have the same bunch of goons. He was a Colonial Warrior, he could take care of himself. Then again, Doral was Cylon. He was no wimp. An attractive blonde came in and sat down to order dinner. Clayton forgot about all of them when a really strange-looking fellow came in. The most unusual feature was the half-bald right side of his head, covered by a clear plastic shell. Long, straight black hair draped to the left of the plastic headgear. On his chin was what was called a 'soul patch', a tiny tuft of beard. The other thing was the weapon he was toting. It was bifurcated, and his right arm was snuggled between the halves. It had several business ends to it: a large-bore barrel was probably a mortar launcher. Below that was what looked like the cone of a missile. The next thing down was a standard gun barrel. A flashlight finished it out at the bottom. The man glanced around and, seeing Dualla, he strode right over. "Colonel Clayton Dualla? I'd like to introduce myself. I am James Sirius Zachary Drexl. I am the Terran Director of Technology. We'll be working pretty closely together, I do hear. I wanted to come by and meet my new 'partner'." He noticed Dualla eyeing the weapon. "You like it? Latest thing. Several weapon's systems in one, Compact, folds together. Completely waterproof, virtually indestructible when closed. I thought you'd appreciate a gander."Clayton eyed the man and his gun again. Obviously eccentric. Dualla eyed the barrels. "You have a Metal Storm in there, Director Drexl? If not, you need one. And by the way, I'd like replacements for the ones I used to have in the fleet. Matched, nickel plated." Drexl's eyes widened. "Metal Storm? I've read about it. Million rounds a minute fire rate. Do tell, I'd like to discuss this in more detail." Dualla knew he had the man hooked. He leaned forward and spoke quietly. "The Battlesatar Galactica had a full defensive system installed. Autoloaders to keep them firing at full rate. We had them around and inside the landing bays to dispatch boarding Cylon ships." This was what Clayton was hired to do, among other things. He was letting Drexl know that he came well equipped to the position, and was not selfish with his knowledge.
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Demetrius Gorno
Civilian Official
Secretary of Terran Security
Posts: 33
Registered: Jan 17, 2011 19:06:43 GMT -6
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Post by Demetrius Gorno on Oct 7, 2012 21:57:11 GMT -6
Demetrius sat there, seemingly in his own world eating as if he hadn't eaten in weeks. His rhythm was interrupted when a beautiful young blonde woman walked into the room. Demetrius watched as she strode into the room picked out a table and then placed her order. He was tempted to go join her when a rather odd looking character entered the room, carrying some sort of weapon. His first instincts told him to draw his weapon but the way the man strode up to the former Colonial Colonel told him this was no ordinary strange looking man. Demetrius returned to his meal, keeping an eye on the man as well as one on the blonde woman.
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Clayton Dualla
Colonial Retired
Colonel
Terran Senior Technical Advisor
Posts: 5,380
Registered: Jul 3, 2011 19:48:16 GMT -6
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Post by Clayton Dualla on Oct 8, 2012 18:39:38 GMT -6
Clayton led the way over to the bar.
"I think some of the partons may get antsy with that piece." Drexl chuckled.
"You'll learn. I'm not often without my latest weapon in hand. It's old hat here, Colonel." They took two seats at the bar, and Drexl closed the weapon. The barrels and missile launcher retracted as the two halves of the body closed tightly. The Terran put it on the bar, in easy reach, as he took his seat.
"Oh, I can replace your Metal Storms, don't fret, Colonel. You'll have them day after tomorrow." Drexl summoned the barkeep over, long hair waving on the left side of his head. "I'll have VPA - Virgon Pale Ale, and the good Colonel here will have his dark boilermaker with Scotch." Clayton raised an eyebrow at the Director's knowledge of his drinking preferences. What didn't they know about him? The drinks arrived, and Drexl tipped his glass at Dualla's own.
"Now, Colonel, what do you have on the back burner that you'd like to move up front?" It was obviously a ploy to gain intelligence, fish Dualla's mind. Well, Clayton wouldn't reveal everything, but he had one thing he wanted to get back into production as quickly as possible, and Drexl might be the man to make it happen.
"I once made a material back on Earth before the Cylons nuked it. I'd developed it with a couple of colleagues from the Galactica. I don't suppose you've heard of them - Nelson Harrison and Carl Savage, Jr." Drex's eyes widened.
"Savage? The one and only 'Doc' Savage? Why, his fame preceded yours by several years, no offense intended." He took a drink of his ale, keeping he emotions in check beyond the reference to Savage. Clayton dropped his shot of scotch into his stout and took a sip, not taking his eyes off of Drexl.
"The Bronze Man himself." Suddenly, an untraceable trilling filled the air. It seemed to come from everywhere. Dualla smiled. "He taught me that. Only did it when his curiosity got piqued. Now, Harry Harrison was just as brilliant and creative." In fact, the redhead was the driving force behind the development of Seaview after Anastasia died. He got to name the material the three of them had created 'Herculite', which made both the great submarine and Dualla's Flying Sub possible. Clayton was going to have them both again, and the man sitting beside him at the bar was going to help make that happen.
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James Sirius Zachary Drexl
Civilian Official
Director, Terran R&D
Life, which you so nobly serve, comes from destruction, disorder and chaos
Posts: 97
Registered: Oct 9, 2012 18:40:26 GMT -6
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Post by James Sirius Zachary Drexl on Oct 11, 2012 18:31:42 GMT -6
"So what have you come up with lately, Mr. Dualla? My mama always used to quite the Book of the Pythias: By a man's works you shall know his heart and his mind. What are your works, Colonel? Come on, just name one. You've seen one of mine right here..." he patted the multi-gun on the table. "Time to put a card on the table." A comely server walked by, and Drexl grabbed at the side of her skirt.
"Darlin' would you get some sushi for the Senior Adviser and I? Chopsticks for both of us. And a large pot of sake, say, forty-five degrees. Two cups." He let her brush his hand away and the half-bald man smiled at the fully bald man "Ever had sake that hot, Colonel? The alcohol is goes immediately into your bloodstream and right to your head. Some even drink it over fifty-five degrees. It'll burn your mouth and throat until it toughens up, then it's like mainlining alcohol." This Dualla was going to be fun. Someone worthy of him, finally.
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Clayton Dualla
Colonial Retired
Colonel
Terran Senior Technical Advisor
Posts: 5,380
Registered: Jul 3, 2011 19:48:16 GMT -6
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Post by Clayton Dualla on Oct 11, 2012 20:36:42 GMT -6
Clayton found that he wasn't surprised by the quick progression of events. Drexl had ordered a dinner of sushi and sake, very hot sake. He was intending to loosen Clayton's lips. Clayton was going to hold his cards close to his chest. There would be an exchange of secrets, but he wasn't going to give away the Colonies to Terra. Drexl was a character, and one that Clayton would not underestimate. The man had an unusual ego, but the sharp mind and cunningness was just as evident to the former Colonial. This was Drexl's turf as well. Clayton was the newcomer, and if he didn't play carefully, Drexl could quickly become the schoolyard bully. Clayton wasn't going to let that happen. Leaders from Commanders Wagner to Bobberman, Commodore Dragonrider, Captain Hunter and Colonel Donovan had taught him about discretion. He had been very indiscreet for some time after Anastasia's death, but he'd long since healed and she was enshrined in his heart properly. He would be on his toes.
The sushi arrived, and the tea. The server kept close to Diamond as she poured the tea, keeping out of Drexl's reach. When she left, both took their chopsticks and lifted a piece of sushi. They nodded and ate in silence. Clayton knew that it was his turn to speak, to share some technological tidbit. He thought of something that was notable, but not top secret. He didn't have to reveal the tech behind it just as Drexl had not explained the workings of his assault rifle. Picking up the sake, he put the cup to his lips and blew before sipping. The liquid burned both by alcohol and the heat that activated it. It felt good going down, and he almost immediately felt it go to his brain. If Drexl was an experienced sake drinker, he would have to be doubly careful. He smiled.
"So, it's my turn to share one of my creations. Okay. Fair enough. Here we go."
He leaned forward let the words come out.
"Flying."
"Submarine."
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James Sirius Zachary Drexl
Civilian Official
Director, Terran R&D
Life, which you so nobly serve, comes from destruction, disorder and chaos
Posts: 97
Registered: Oct 9, 2012 18:40:26 GMT -6
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Post by James Sirius Zachary Drexl on Oct 13, 2012 13:17:29 GMT -6
"Do tell? Have some more sake." The hot alcohol flowed from the pot into the tiny cups. Sushi plates piled up. This Dualla can hold his alcohol. Colonial military were as known for their drinking as much as for their fighting prowess. Terrans were not slouches, either. This was a contest, both men knew. It was new dog versus old dog, can the Colonel handle it? Drexl would know, and would know where the man's weaknesses were. Oh, he won't pull a fast one on Judith, not yet at least. He was going to see what kind of stuff Dualla had, and where he could exploit the man for his own gain.
Another plate of sushi arrived. "This is blind eel, from five hundred fathoms. That's why it's so white and pasty. Doesn't need any coloration down there, and it just falls apart on the way to the surface. It's the most tender thing in the sea, they say. Apart from mermaids." HE watched for any reaction, any rise out of Dualla at the mention of mermaids.
Judith wasn't around to see, and if she was, maybe she'd have just watched quietly as Dualla's measure was taken. "You're among allies, don't worry. Tell me more about this flying submarine." The Colonial public dateabase, which contained a large library of electronic transmissions from Earth before the Cylons nuked it, had revealed a lot about technological advancement in general, though none in specifics. The yellow-and-blue craft was in several features, as part of the story or caught in the background. It was part of the routine air and sea traffic on the planet. Drexl could see how that would benefit Terran defense forces, not having to rely on fixed bases or easily-spotted carriers for Vipers. A giant sub with a squadron of these things would be a fearsome weapon indeed.
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Phineas Doral
Cylon Command Staff
Former Colonial President
I love humans, really. That's why I defected.
Posts: 326
Registered: Jul 25, 2009 22:22:21 GMT -6
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Post by Phineas Doral on Oct 15, 2012 15:37:00 GMT -6
Phineas sat there, observing Clayton and the odd-looking man seated with him. He knew the man to be some sort of techno-guru the Terrans had sent in. Phineas figured the man was currently trying to pry Colonial tech out of Clayton. Phineas was tempted to join in the drinking game they were playing but although his Cylon physiology was better than that of humans, he was nnot immune to the effects of alcohol.
Clayton on the other hand had much more experience at drinking than he himself did. After all, Clayton had served with hundreds, if not thousands of professional drinkers. It wasn't as if the Cylon fleet was sloshing grog while flying through the universe. Still, he would have loved to be a party at their table. For now, he would sit and enjoy his tea and continue to observe the charade being played out, all the while taking in the beauty of the newly arrived Terran Junior Administrator and the always frazzled but gorgeous Carlie McPherson.
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