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 Mar 1, 2014 8:43:46 GMT -6
Judith motioned to the others to follow her and Justice O'Toole to the waiting vehicles and to their waiting quarters. It would still be some time before the governor and his entourage arrived, plenty of time to get a quick nap and freshen up a bit. James had paced off to his own vehicle while Dualla went with Schwein. He wondered what they were going to say in private. He'll be my lap dog before this is all said and done. He climbed into the back of a vehicle several places behind Schwein and Dualla. Wouldn't want to be within the blast radius if something unfortunate should befall them. A tingle in his right ear lobe let him to scratch at it. The voice carried by the bone-induction transducer that was implanted against the hammer in his inner ear sounded like it was coming from inside his head. It was Commander Crane of the Drex Star. "Director, we've had to take off. We were getting complaints from the locals." James snorted, then concealed it with a coldlike sniffle. He knew that the mass of the battle station would cause localized perturbations of planetary gravity. He'd probably have to release a few million cubits to make things right. His druthers would have been to scour the surface clean beneath the Star, but he wasn't in a position to have to put up with ill will. His momma had taught him that being a tyrant just tyrrany's sake was one of the things that inevitably led to the downfall of autocratic regimes. Within his corporations, James Sirius Zachary Drexl had always been a 'benevolent dictator', his iron fist in a velvet glove. In that fist he could either cradle a raw egg, or smash it so firmly that the shell would be reduced to dust.
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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 Mar 1, 2014 22:39:29 GMT -6
Judith watched as Drexl walked to a vehicle set back from the others.
Always playing the separatist role. Judith knew that her security people had been here days prior to her arrival and for that reason, she knew her vehicle was safe.
Looking at Justice O'Toole, she spoke.
"As soon as the governor is in his quarters, this should be over in a matter of seconds, barring the fool doing something stupid."
O'Toole shot back while climbing into the vehicle.
"Well, you can count on him doing just that. What's the plan again?"
"Johnassen will administer the sedative, medical will be on scene declaring him in a coma due to his previous injuries, he'll be flown back home and the announcement will be made."
"Announcement?"
"Yes, to appease everyone, it has been decided that the Regent Administrator will be brought out of retirement."
"You're not serious? There hasn't been a Regent in well over three thousand years. The north will never go for it and you all damn well know it. What exactly are your planning?"
"This is the only way to keep the status quo and the peace. The nationalists have agreed to this, as have the governor's supporters."
"I don't see the Chamber going along with this but if Goodall has signed off on it, then I guess the others will follow suit. Still, there's going to be a lot of unhappy people."
"Aren't there always? Sergeant, anytime you want to get us to the hotel is fine with me."
While the vehicles began heading away from the areodrome, Judith knew there were many problems that were about to show up and there was nothing that could be done about 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 Mar 2, 2014 0:25:30 GMT -6
Clayton maintained silence as he boarded the car with Judith and Justice O'Toole. This game was one he wasn't an active player in. His involvement was by association only, with Judith Schwein first, and now James Drexl. There was a chance that bullets would fly, both between Terran factions as well as between Terran and Colonial. His loyalties may be sorely tested. At least, the new MetalStorm pistols at his hips ensured that he wouldn't be unarmed. If he hadn't received them from Judith, though, he would have been concerned about a software failure at the wrong moment. There was still that possibility if they were Drexl manufacture. They were an improvement on the models he had in the Fleet. Ten rounds per barrel instead of six meant a lot more firepower per cartridge. The cartridge, actually a removable barrel assembly that could be exchanged as quickly as any clip in a conventional pistol. If it came to shooting, he would be able to engage.
The political talk revealed more clues about nuances in the structure of the planet. He just hoped that he survived the days events. The future could be even more interesting than he had found it already.
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Post by President Josephine Goodall on Mar 4, 2014 20:37:24 GMT -6
Josephine made certain that she was in the vehicle carrying the tall and handsomely rugged former colonial, a man who had now thrown his service to the direction of Drexl Industries. The fact that he still shadowed the power behind the throne, Judge Judith Abigail Astor Lehman Schwein. Oh how that name just wanted Josephine to throw up all over the back of the Judge, who sat up front running her mouth to that fool O'Toole. Of course, the scenery back here was much more pleasing to both the eyes and the olfactory senses. She took in the scent of the bald man, a scent she had not known for quite some time. Turning slightly towards him, she bent her head down and spoke low.
"You know, from the back, their heads look like to large pieces of fern fruit. So tell me colonial, why Drexl? I mean, at least with her judgeship up there, you stand a better chance of not being killed off once your usefulness has worn off,"
Josephine looked back towards the front of the vehicle, seeing the Judge looking back at her in the rear view mirror, a slight smirk on her lips. Josephine fought the urge to show her true admiration for the woman but instead, she smiled back. This time, she mad no effort to conceal she was probing the colonial for information.
"Well, I understand your fleet has once again taken losses it can ill afford to take. And as usual, your fleet is scattered and even fighting amongst itself. Your Acheron has joined with the governor, the Atlantia has joined your man Drexl and somewhere in between it all, there seems to be a previously unknown caveat from your former acting president, Castorious."
Josephine paused to gauge the expression, if any, on the colonials face. She soon realized perhaps he wasn't so privy to her last statement.
"It seems your Castorious didn't trust politicians-yours and ours. He knew how too much power can cause a man to act towards his fellow man. But he believed in the right of the people to choose who they wished to lead them, which is why he insisted on the governor being brought back to leading this planet before he resigned. To safeguard against any grab at power by any person or entity not elected by the people and in particular, should there be any coup attempts or any attempts to take the governors life, all available colonial marine personnel would be sent to secure the governor and the seat of government. In case you don't quite get it, that includes every major city on this planet AND every regional or territorial capital AND every military installation. Your man Castorious basically told those of us around back then he would invade this planet to guarantee the right of the will of the people. Can you believe that? And he was serious. We just found out just how close we came to learn that some hundred thousand or so of your marines were enroute to the planet, all from that base of a planet you call Ares. Of course, it is taken for granted your fleet would also be involved. Well Colonel Dualla, we got the message and here we are."
Josephine directed her next comments to the front of the vehicle.
"The governor gets a shot, is carted away and back home and we bring back to life a title not used for some three thousand years and sit back while we regress in our thinking too. Regent Administrator. It just rolls of the tongue, doesn't it?"
Josephine was anxious to get to the hotel and the chance to spend some personal time with this devastatingly handsome bald man.
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Post by John Charles Sinclair on Mar 4, 2014 20:50:04 GMT -6
Stepping into the vehicle behind the one carrying Judge Schwein and the others, John looked around the aerodrome. Hard to believe the place hadn't been hit by the cylons but then again, most places in the south had been spared damage. He was ready for a shower, some food and some sleep. If all went well, he would be back home in a day or two. For now, there was so much that could go wrong. He had just been informed about the fail-safe procedures that had been set in place by the former acting Colonial President Castorious all those years ago, when the Colonial Fleet had returned to this planet after having left earlier, taking the cylon threat with them. Of course, a lot of good it had done because when they came back, so did the Cylons. If the governor were to be killed, by any group or individual, the planet would be seized by the full weight of the Colonial military. Looking at the other members of the Terran Security Service, John remarked.
"Keep your eyes and ears open. Anything happens to the governor before he is sedated and the Regent re-installed, all hell's gonna break loose. Don't think it's a coincidence there are several thousand Colonial Marines here in Adelia, along with their equipment and air element."
The Adelia government had not only permitted the Colonial Marines to stage forces here, they had approached their commander, General Yolander requesting them. Yolander was aware of Castorious's orders years ago and that was the reason she held the rank that she did. Apparently the woman was from the same colony as Castorious, same as with many senior Marines. The man was obviously not stupid. Tapping the young woman in front of him, John motioned.
"All right Kaley, let's follow the procession."
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Post by Ha'La Tha Gangster on Mar 4, 2014 21:13:11 GMT -6
Taking a look through the spy glass, the man known only as Javelin watched as the vehicles made their way towards Adelia City. This would have been too easy, had the family been paid to kill. This time, their skills were being utilized on the side of the Colonials. Spread out all along the way to the city and the hotel were some several hundred family members and associates, all looking for any sign of anyone attempting to go after the governor, and the justices for that matter.
Javelin knew the repercussions of failure. Their services were being provded, as a courtesy to a certain individual from Canceron. To fail, well that would mean catastrophe in the form of Colonial Marines hunting down and killing everyone associated with the Ha'La Tha. No, there would be no failure, just as there had been no hesitation when their services had been called upon by the unknown caller several days ago. It took a lot of effort and secrecy but practically every Ha'La Tha member and associate had been brought here. Soon, their debt would be paid in full.
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NPC Marine Officer
Colonial Marines
Colonial Marine Officer
Colonial Marine Officer
Posts: 89
Registered: Dec 7, 2010 20:26:39 GMT -6
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Post by NPC Marine Officer on Mar 7, 2014 22:01:12 GMT -6
The small group of marines had set up their observation post about six clicks from where the road passed a small outcropping of rocks. From this vantage points, they could set their field of fire in three hundred and sixty degrees. Not far from their position, four armed raptors sat ready to provide air cover and drop additional marines if necessary. Flying a high altitude patrol were two squadrons of vipers, steadily searching the skies for any sign of enemy activity. Looking off to the distance, the young female Lieutenant motioned to the Gunnery Sergeant not far from her.
"Gunny, make certain those birds are ready and primed. I would have preferred they were already airborne but we'll make do."
"Aye LT. The birds are sitting primed and ready. Anything makes a move out there and within seconds they'll be noting but a distant memory to their mommas."
"Well, you know the old saying, if it can go wrong, it will. Expect the unexpected is what my daddy used to tell me."
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Carlie McPherson
Civilian Official
President, Colony of Terra of the 12 Colonies of Kobol
Posts: 129
Registered: Sept 20, 2010 16:23:42 GMT -6
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Post by Carlie McPherson on Mar 15, 2014 17:37:16 GMT -6
Carlie sat in the rear of the vehicle behind Clayton and the not-so-subtle Goodall. She didn't know how much longer she could stand the scene in front of her. She only hoped that Clayton was smart enough not to fall for Goodall's charms. Looking out the window, she could see the skyline of Adelia City. Soon she would be in her hotel room where she could wash off the smell of Goodall's overpowering perfume. But it wouldn't be soon enough.
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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 Mar 15, 2014 22:19:18 GMT -6
Clayton listened with interest to the woman who'd joined them in the car. She was a stranger to him, and by the way she inserted herself into their party, she had a level of interest in the group he was part of. That she was here told him that she was a person of importance in their group. She wasn't a junior military officer or an adjutant. The group was made up of high-value targets, himself probably included. That she was allowed in here assigned her value of a sort.
By her words, her interest showed itself at the start to be in things dealing with the Colonial side of the current situation, himself specifically. He almost chuckled. She was several years younger than he, and she reminded him of himself at that age. She was a bit impetuous, and it led to assumptions. He paused and wondered how to address this? What he knew already could be used by opposing factions. But, he had seen stories within stories already, so there's no telling what she knew. How like dealing with Colonial leadership! Wherever you go, politics is the same. It made him long for the days back on Galactica. He was happy as a Lieutenant serving under the Command team of the historic Battlestar. He opened his part of the conversation by turning back on her a question of her own.
"Why Drexl? That implies I'm working for him, not working with him. Though the man makes it impossible not to appear that way doesn't mean I'm in his employ. Just because he's got his own fleet and a planet killer, he's not the only one to come to the knife fight with a gun. I wasn't hired by him. Do your homework. Senior Technical Advisor is answerable to the Secretary of Defense and whoever the Secretary serves or whoever is serving in lieu of the Secretary of Defense, as does the Director of Research and Development." With that statement, Clayton jerked his chin in the direction of Judith, who was in a conversation with Justice O'Tool, to indicate that he knew who was acting as the head of Terran Defense.
The woman was irritating as well as opinionated, and seductive in both. It probably wasn't the only artificial attribute she had.
He kept his left eyebrow from cocking when she stated that Castorius had been prepared to, and almost had, invaded Terra. With the uncertain help of the Gondawans in the eyes of the Terran government, he now understood the reason behind the existence of the Drex Star. Terra felt that it needed something as close to undefeatable as could be built, so it turned to James Sirius Zachary Drexl. But where did the money come from. Building that battle station would take trillions of cubits, probably more than the entire fleet of Battlestars cost. Those were built over a forty-year-plus perioid, the Drex Star couldn't have taken that long, unless somebody had prescience, was an esper, and saw it long before Castorius came on the scene. If so, the battle station was started long before James Drexl appeared on the scene from the Colonies. He just finished the project and gave it his name.
But the question of Castorius's threat was ... why? What was his vested interest in this world? The answer came to Clayton in a flash. Gondawans. Elea in particular. Clayton was sure that Castorius was so concerned about his wife's race that he was willing and prepared to start a war. Even though he resigned, if the Quorum gets the same idea, Castorius will be facing charges. Not treason, but something akin to reckless endangerment as well as violating the will of the Quorum. This was a lot more arrogant than anything Bill Adama did, but Adama did everything to protect the humans, not some Cylons. That might result in a charge of treason as well.
"I'll make this clear right now, Ms. Goodall, that the Colonial forces are no longer 'mine'. When I resigned and moved to Terra, and when I accepted the position in Terra's government, I threw my lot in with my adopted planet."
Clayton hoped that he'd said enough to tell her where he stood without revealing anything secret.
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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 Mar 16, 2014 22:15:45 GMT -6
The black jacket with white pinstripes had shiny black buttons up the front and down the cuff areas. Each one had a purpose, as interfaces into the computer that was sewn into his coat. James had cultivated the image of being a fop, a dandy, by repeatedly fiddling and toying with his attire. The fact that he did indeed appreciate a good set of clothes, and maintained a tastefully expensive wardrobe befitting a titan of industry only made it easier to conceal his actions.
The third of six buttons on his right sleeve was causing a bit of frustration. It probably wasn't the button, though. His haberdashers and valets knew the high penalty to them of a wardrobe malfunction on his part. Other than a few loud words from the flunky Justice of Schwein's, James could only hear garbled sounds. He would have his jacket thoroughly checked out, and some poor children may not have Daddy or Mommy coming home for supper if things weren't one hundred percent functional. There was always the possibility, though remote, that Schwein had gotten something rigged up. Dualla? No. He's not stupid, but unless he had a background of high-tech espionage, it would be outside his field of expertise. James had read Dualla's dossier, studied the designs he'd made and the documents he'd written, even probed through classified medical records, and there was nothing to indicate that Dualla was a part of the spook community. James appeared to be playing music on the buttons of his left sleeve. If one observed closely, they would recognize that appeared to be a crude rendition of a classical tune. That was subterfuge. He was sending a message that was being propagated through a medium that only equipment of his own design, and certain special individuals, could detect. One of those individuals was in the vehicle ahead of him. Fortunately, the milliamperages that James used were so far below the threshold of an FTL drive that Dualla would have to be either a God of Kobol or one of their Avatars in order to pick it up. James suspected that the former Colonial had dealt with actual Avatars in his past. How James would have liked to meet them! What he could have done with their power. Someday, he'd find out what Dualla knew, what he experienced. Too bad that the Colonel wouldn't be around to see what James did with that knowledge.
The driver struck a pothole in the pavement, likely a shell crater. The car bounced violently. Obviously, it's suspension needed components. He missed his chauffered limo, but an entrepreneur who wanted to be successful often had to deal with inconvenience, even at his level.
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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 Mar 18, 2014 12:42:57 GMT -6
As Deputy Administrator Nevi Golokan (NPC)Nevi watched as the line of vehicles had finally made it to the city limits. She had been sent there to make certain the caravan made it to the city in one piece. Of course, there was a new development now and even the city would not be entirely safe. Stepping out to meet the lead vehicle, she waved to the driver to roll the window down. Sticking her head inside, she looked at Justice Schewin and the others inside. "Forgive me Justice Schwein, there's been a new development. The local government has taken control of the federal military bases and is talking about removing the region, the islands from federal oversight. So far, there's been no hostile actions but that could soon change." Nevi was born and raised here on Adelia but had joined the central government in the hopes of advancing and getting of of this island state, hopefully to Corinth. Her loyalties were with the central government but she knew that in the event of a secession, her loyalties would be put into question. She had to make certain that those above her knew whose side she was on from the start. "We've rounded up those troops we could get our hands on before the bases were shut down by the locals. Nobody wants to start a shooting war down here, so for the time being, cooler heads are prevailing. Still, there are a lot of unkonw types roaming the city. We're waiting for a detachment of Terran Security Service to arrive to aid in the escort of your group to the hotel." Nevi was aware that there were Colonial Marines in and around the city but to what end she had no idea. The locals seemed to be happy that they were here. There was also a rumor that Ha'La Tha mobsters were also in and around the city. Again, to what end she had no idea. She did know all of this had soemting to do with the impending removal of the governor from power and the installing of the Regent. To her, it was all ancient history and as such, made no sense to her. Hopefully, Justice Schwein and O'Toole had answers. Suddenly, several vehicles came from the direction of the center of the city. "Okay folks, our escort is here. We stop for nothing, understood, regardless of what the issue is? Good, then let's get out of this area before someone decides the temptation is too much." Nevi got into her vehicle and waited for the TSS types to maneuver their vehicles. Once everyone was in position, they headed into the city and towards the hotel. All this talk about coups and secession and gangsters was taking its toll on her. The fact that one of her bosses was with this group that was sure to brign even more heartache to Adelia was an added headache. As long as the Justices retained control voer the situation though, Carlile McPherson wasn't about to try anything silly.
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Npc Terran Military
Terran Defense Forces
Terran Defense Forces
Terra uber alle
Posts: 69
Registered: Sept 11, 2011 22:32:48 GMT -6
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Post by Npc Terran Military on Mar 18, 2014 13:18:56 GMT -6
As Commander Val Montrose, TDF (NPC)
On board the Frigate Modesto in orbit above Adelia Islands
Val stood there on the bridge, looking out through the main window, down to the planet below her. She had received a message from the TDF HQ moments ago to move her ship into a position just above the Adelila Islands. The Modesto was one of the "newest" ships to enter service with the TDF. In reality, the ship was a converted freighter, re-designed to be a ship of war. Her engines had been replaced and a new FTL installed. New electronics, avionics, weaponry, the whole nine yards. Still, the ship was not fully designed for combat. She was more of a band-aid, a temporary fix to a lack of combat ships possessed by the Terrans. This new mission didn't sit well with her or the crew. They were being ordered to most likely take military action against their won people, at least that was the rumor. Looking over to the Helmsman, she gave an order.
"Helm, sit us right above Adelia, thirty thousand kilometers, and hold station."
Val looked around the bridge, looking for her XO. Spotting him she gave the next order.
"XO, all weapons hot. Target all known military installations on the surface and prepare to fire on my command. Any sign of hostilities on the part of the Adelians and we take them out."
The XO looked stunned, but responded.
"Aye Commander, all weapons hot, target all military installations on Adelia. Hold until ordered to fire."
Walking over to the Commander, the XO spoke in a lower voice.
"What exactly are we doing Val? Preparing to fire upon our own planet and people? What the frak is going on?"
Val turned and couldn't hide the look of disgust on her face.
"Tom, we are being used in a game of chess. We are but a pawn in this game and I'm afraid once it really gets going, we're going to find ourselves in a civil war that we will not recover from for many years. The Adelia Islands are talking about seceding from the federal government and there is rumor that Eresea and the Meliosk Islands are going to do the same. The bigger issue is Eresea. They have voer 200 million people on that continent and a rather large and advanced military. They also have econimic power, enough to grab the attention of the government on Corinth. If they throw their weight behind this secession movement, then things are really going to get dicey."
"Well, what the hell are we supposed to do?"
"Convince the Adelians to not go through with their plans, by force."
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Marla Johanssen
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Spec Ops
Yeah, I am SpecOps
Posts: 106
Registered: Oct 22, 2010 14:28:57 GMT -6
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Post by Marla Johanssen on Mar 18, 2014 19:45:24 GMT -6
Marla sat in the back seat, next to the Governor, watching as the vehicles in the elad stopped at what appeared to be a check point. She had heard that the Adelian government was contemplating pulling out of the planetary government and establishing itself as an independent territory, much as it had been for a couple of thousand of years already. This just made it official, and dangerous. Her mission was now even more important, to get the governor to safety before someone or some group made a mvoe against his life and set off a chain of events that nobody would be able to stop. She moved closer to the front seat, leaning towards the driver.
"No matter what happens, you get this vehicle to the hotel, you got it?"
The driver nodded, continuing to look forward. Marla sat back and turned to the Governor.
"We're going to get you home safely Governor, I promise."
Things just kept getting more and more complicated with each passing minute.
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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 Mar 18, 2014 20:10:18 GMT -6
Judith listened to the young woman. She was never for the idea of coming here to Adelia for the very reason that was taking place. They were seperatists, and had always been that way. Of course, the entire southern hemisphere was like that, no real love for their neigbors to the north. Still, this was going a bit far. She wondered which way O'Toole would lean, after all, he was from here. Turning to the seat behind hers, she looked at both Clayton and the Goodall woman.
"Well, as if things weren't a big enough pain, now we get to deal with insurrection. So far, nobody has done anything stupid but we all know how fast that can change. Oh, in case she hasn't fully told you yet, if anything is attempted against the governor, whether successful or not, your friend Castorious's plan goes into effect. Not only has the Marine Yolander been busy fighting off cylons but she's also been paying attention to the political climate and has been positioning her Marines where they can seize the situation the quickest. He's up there, on that Acheron in a coma and his plan to prevent radicals from seizing control is going to take place, even when it doesn't have to."
Judith knew the only way to stop this madness was to ensure nothing was attempted against the governor and that was practically impossible. Hell, there were those within the federal government who would love to seize power, not just the Nationalists. Her thoughts went towards the Colonial Quorum, but only for a second. They had no authority here on the planet but could cause even more problems from space, within the Colonial Fleet. With the Vice President turned acting President missing in action, the Quorum was sure to appoint one of their own as acting leader, and it was certain to be someone who was not friendly to the terran cause.
"We're bound to have interference from the Colonials on all sides, not just those who will follow Castoriou's ancient order. We don't have much time either, so we need to wrap this up and get the governor to safety and get the regent installed. Everything after that becomes a moot point."
Suddenly, the vehicles were in front of the hotel, which was now surrouonded by members of the federal military, the Terran Army. There were also members of the local territorial guard present but they were at a distance, away from the federal troops. Fortunately, there were no uniformed Colonial types but she was certain they were here nontheless.
"Okay, let's get inside and get this over with before this turns into a major conflict."
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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 Mar 19, 2014 18:25:51 GMT -6
Don't facepalm. Don't facepalm, Clayton had told himself. This was every bit as full of intrigue as Colonial politics. Clayton remembered the old agage: 'Wherever you go, there you are'. For decades, philosophers had argued the meaning of those words. Some believed it meant that you could truly never be lost becaue you would always be somewhere. Others maintained that it meant identity. Your entire self, your whole being, would be wherever you went. At the moment, Clayton was of the opinion that you could never escape the garbage in life. No matter how far you fled, you would end up right in the middle of as bad a morass as in the place you escaped from.
He sat straight up in his seat when Judith turned around and explained the situation. Clayton wondered where this ages old plan had come from if it was Castorious' doing. It had not been that many years since Clayton had served President Skulbaka. Dualla then speculated that it had been as old as the building of the Drex Star, and that Castourious and Drexl (as well as he himself, now), had come onto the scene at the cusp time. So, had this gone on before Judith Schwein as well, or had she been around then? He let out a soft 'hmph' at the thought. He was a human-Gondawan hybrid, he'd learned. His lifespan may be somewhat longer than pure humans. How long could a Cylon live before their body wore out? Their artificial biochemistry was far more efficient, and the telomeres at the end of their DNA strands may be far more resistant to free radicals, which were the leading cause of aging as they truncated a person's DNA over time.
When the arrived at the hotel, and they left the car, he noticed how Ms Goodall stayed close. When he looked over the others, he looked directly at the one person who might be the X-factor, the monkey wrench in Castorious' plans: James Drexl. The man was definitely not a loose cannon. Clayton wondered if Drexl suspected how much he really was a pawn in all this, despite the immense power he had at his fingertips.
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