Session 2 9

Spyboy: "Heggy, get us back to the Roland as soon as you can."
Spyboy: "Roland, this is Spyboy. Tell the Captain that I have some sensitive information for him."
Abraham: "This is Captain Abraham. You got something you want to get off your chest?"
[OOC] WC GM: Wasn't Spyboy already landed?
Spyboy: "Not over a radio, sir."
[OOC] WC GM: Well - if not, he is now.
[OOC] Spyboy: The last thing I remember doing with my ship was a flyby of the Norfolk.
Abraham: "All right. Meet me in my ready room."
Spyboy: "Aye, sir."
Spyboy and B4 make their way rapidly to the ready room.
[OOC] Abraham: I have no idea if real navy have ready rooms, or if that's strictly a Federation thing.
[OOC] WC GM: Ah. Well, it's a quick trip back to the Roland.
[OOC] Ingenue: Most places have an equiv.
[OOC] WC GM: Abraham: your carrier, your rules. You want a ready room, you've got a ready room.
[OOC] Abraham: Oh good. My Ready Room is Ready.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Sorry.
[OOC] Abraham: I blame mibbit.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Is Spyboy's ready room ready for you, Abraham?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: : P
[OOC] Abraham: Miss Zinda. No one, no where, is ready for me.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: ://O
[OOC] Spyboy: Apparently the 'ready room' is actually known as the captain's sea cabin.
[OOC] Abraham: It's true. I am The Spanish Inquisition.
[OOC] WC GM: It's true! The, ah, certain area down on the planet is merely prepared for Abraham, not entirely 100% ready.
Spyboy: "Sir? Apparently there's a third human with an implanted comm."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: ; )
[OOC] WC GM: Third?
[OOC] WC GM: Wenser + Spyboy + ?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Raz is a Lago Spyboy.
[OOC] Spyboy: Zinda's dead GF.
Abraham: "I didn't expect Zinda to allow the operation to happen…"
[OOC] WC GM: Ah.
Spyboy: "It's Admiral Wenser, sir."
[OOC] WC GM: Even so, ex-human there.
[OOC] Spyboy: True! Post-human in every sense of the word =p
[OOC] Hrrin: …/Wenser/? *Shit*
Abraham stopes, freezing for a moment, then turns to Spyboy. "Are you certain? Of course you're certain, but I want to make sure you are /extremely/ certain on this."
Spyboy: "He talked to me, sir. There are four of us insystem that we can tell - Heggy, myself, an Integrated on the Norfolk, and Wenser."
[OOC] WC GM: This is why I asked you to read the logs of the part you missed. ;)
Spyboy: "I could probably talk to him right now but I'm a little too shocky."
Abraham: "That's… that's distressing. Is there any evidence of Nephilim influence? In either direction?"
Abraham: "And what are Ingenue's thoughts on this development?"
Spyboy: "Good question. I didn't want to ask over neutrino. Zinda came back aboard, right?"
Abraham checks.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Yep.
[OOC] Ingenue: I is aboard.
Abraham: "Yes. A few minutes before you."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: We're doing the data analysis IIRC.
[OOC] Ingenue: ^
[OOC] Spyboy: Well, Ingenue came aboard long enough for you to have had a secret conference with Zinda =p
Spyboy: "If you want to call it up here we can ask it."
Abraham: "I think I will. We should also talk about gender pronouns and that 'it' is generally seen as derogatory when applied to sentients."
Abraham calls down to Ingenue and Zinda. "Ingenue? There is a discussion that we would value your input on. Can you come to the ready room?"
Ingenue heads to the Captain's ready room. ((Presuming at least a map if not ship schematics were downloaded?))
Zinda Tegram shrugs and continues doing what little of the data analysis she can do herself.
Zinda Tegram: "Have fun, kid."
[OOC] WC GM: Given Ingenue? It's safe to assume that she's got as much of the unclassified schematics as she could get her virtual paws on, and maps are readily available to those on board.
Spyboy: "Ingenue. Did you know that Admiral Wenser had a neutrino comm?"
[OOC] Abraham: Yes. Maps are too important for even visitors not to have access to .
Ingenue: "No. This unit had no data about Admiral Wenser receiving a neutrino comm until recently."
[OOC] Ingenue: That is, last session; insert appropriate number of minutes.
Abraham: "And at this range you can't ask LAGOS when that happened?"
Spyboy: "Neutrinos still travel at light-speed, sir. We're years away from Lagos Prime."
Ingenue: "Correct. Mu Cephei is too distant for this unit to contact."
Abraham: "I know, I was just making sure LAGOS didn't add a secondary communication system dedicated to her."
Ingenue: "There are only two communication units installed into this frame, of which the secondary one is being used due to primary communication unit being incompatible with majority of Roland crew."
Hrrin: "Tegram. Show me what you've got so far, we'll compare notes."
Abraham: "I see."
Zinda Tegram: "Ah, what on?"
Abraham: "Spyboy, do you have any other quesitons for her?"
Zinda Tegram: "You mean from going over Hotel Cannon's records and the shuttle?"
Hrrin: "What else would I mean?"
Abraham: "Acutally, I have another question. Have you noticed the Nephilim neutrino broadcasts?"
Spyboy: "Not really."
Zinda Tegram: "The kid is doing post-processing on the data so we don't really know what's in there quite yet."
Zinda Tegram: "Expect to find out pretty soon though, and…"
[OOC] Spyboy: That was to the 'do I have any questions,' btw.
Zinda Tegram: "Well, no, I'm sure it's nothing."
[OOC] Abraham: I figured. Unless Ingenue suddenly had a much deeper voice all of a sudden.
Zinda Tegram turns back to the console and tries again to find the Hotel Cannon visitation records.
[OOC] Hrrin: post-processing on which data?
Hrrin: "She need anything to cross-reference?"
[OOC] Ingenue: Sorry, only one voice synth package was installed. Should Nue download vocaloid?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Read the logs. x D
Ingenue: "There is some compatibility between Mu Cephei neutrino-communicators and Nephilim neutrino broadcasts. However, without fluency in the Nephilim language, it is difficult or perhaps impossible to gather useful data."
Spyboy: "Agreed. I can use it for a shriek to distract them but that's about it."
Abraham: "And hopefully it goes the other way. I don't suppose you can tell how… sophisticated their comminicators must be from their broadcasts?"
[OOC] Ingenue: Did the Roland scavenge the latest collection of Neph ship debris?
[OOC] WC GM: Nope.
[OOC] Abraham: Did someone else do it or is it still out there?
[OOC] WC GM: Most of the debris has begun to deorbit.
[OOC] Ingenue: Drat.
[OOC] Abraham: ^
[OOC] Abraham: Then I decided it was too dangerous to try. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Ingenue: "It is difficult to analyze a transmitter/receiver when the only data available is the transmissions. There is not enough data available at this time."
Hrrin: "Gotta datacrys I pulled out of the last batch of Neph transports. Wenser's name comes up. It'd help any?"
Abraham: "Well at the very least then they are not /obviously/ superior or inferior to LAGOS's coms. That's still information. Not much, but I'll take what I can get. Ignoring the obvious fact that they are in Nephilim, is there anything different or unusual in their communications?"
Spyboy: "Not really. I can't even manage the interface - there's just no connection. Yet."
Ingenue: "None that can be discerned from transmissions alone."
Zinda Tegram turns and stares at Hrrin. "Wenser's name came up in the data crystal?"
Zinda Tegram: "We need to get this to Abraham."
Hrrin: The kilrathi nods. "Damndest thing. And, yes."
[OOC] Spyboy: =p
Zinda Tegram sends Abraham yet another text. "Hrrin's got something important. Can we come over?"
Abraham glances down at his screen and notices the text. 'Sure. See you both in a couple of minutes.' he types. "Hrrin and Zinda will be joining us soon" , Abraham says as he types something and calls Spyboy over. 'Don't let on that Wenser is commed'. is on the screen before Abraham errases it without sending it.
Spyboy nods, then raises his eyebrows and tilts his head towards Ingenue.
Abraham facepalms before turning to Ingenue. "Ingenue, I would apreciate it if you didn't mention to the others that Wenser was commed."
Ingenue: "That data is confidential?"
Abraham: "For now, yes."
Ingenue: "Data flagged appropriately."
Hrrin: "So," Hrrin makes idle chatter as they walk. "How was shortpack as a co-pilot?"
Zinda Tegram hops out of Sterne Lanze and beckons Hrrin along. "C'mon, we've got a date with the captain."
Zinda Tegram: "Shortpack?"
Hrrin: "Nu."
Zinda Tegram: "Oh, the kid?"
Hrrin: "Yes, the AI kid."
Zinda Tegram: "She didn't touch anything, so, that's as good as it gets I s'pose."
[OOC] Abraham: I suppose 'Shortpack' and 'kid' are less derogatory than 'it'.
[OOC] Hrrin: I may be cycling through nicknames until I hit on something I like.
Hrrin scoops her pad in into a satchel and follows. "Better behaved than me, then."
[OOC] Ingenue: Though 'it' is more accurate.
Zinda Tegram finally arrives in front of Abraham's door and knocks.
[OOC] Abraham: True. But this is one of Abraham's hangups. He would… take issue… with anyone calling one of his friends, or even acquaintances, 'it'.
Abraham: "Come."
Spyboy: "So what's this news? Hey Miss Tegram."
Zinda Tegram: "Tell'em, Hrrin."
[OOC] Abraham: Dear god, the Kilrathi has stage fright…
[OOC] Hrrin: I do not. fussy keyboard.
Hrrin sides a datacrystal across the table. "This was in a nephilim transport. Untranslated, for now. Except for the part where good Admiral Wenser's name shows up repeatedly in english characters."
Abraham: "Hrm… that's interesting. And of course they would be interested in our highest command in the area, but it's surpising that they haven't given him some kind of nickname in their own language. It may be a facet of their psychology… But anyway, good work. How proceeds the translation?"
Hrrin: "Slow. Mind if I ask the little one for help and she gets her fingers all over it?"
Zinda Tegram glances to the side at Ingenue.
Ingenue perks.
Zinda Tegram: "We have a crystal of some of the rarest data in the cluster for you, is all."
Abraham: "Ah yes. Thank you for your help Ingenue. That will be all for now."
Zinda Tegram stands up and stretches.
Zinda Tegram: "Spyboy, you spooked off comms real fast earlier. Something come up?"
Ingenue: "This unit could look at the data for you."
Spyboy blushes and looks to the side.
Spyboy: "I thought it did, but…."
Hrrin leans over, slaps a hand down over the crystal, and pushes it towards Ingenue.
[OOC] Spyboy: Charm 4 to pass it off as nothing?
[OOC] WC GM: If you want to roll it, it'd be an opposed check vs. the other PCs.
[OOC] WC GM: Probably Resolve to "defend", unless they can justify another skill.
Ingenue picks up the data crystal. "[Data!!!]" "How soon do you require this analyzed?"
[OOC] Spyboy: The real question is, is Zinda gonna go for it?
[OOC] Abraham: Yay! Interparty conflict! The doom of every game group I've ever been in!
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Oh noooo
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Not sure if good to go for it as player or not.
Hrrin: "Faster the better, shortpack."
[OOC] Spyboy: CRAP I just realized I had a better answer…
[OOC] Spyboy: All of the classified stuff I've seen had a special addition saying whether it could be released to host country peeps.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: /me raises an eyebrow. "You OK Spyboy? You have a fever?" Zinda reaches over to feel Spyboy's forehead.
[OOC] Spyboy: All I had to say was, "sorry, it's noforn."
[OOC] Spyboy: Besides, Abe, we already had the intraparty conflict going. It's Spyboy's (stubborn) loyalty to the Confederation versus Zinda's wanting to take the chance to conquer the cluster.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Doesn't Spyboy have a girlfriend? xD
[OOC] Spyboy: He's married, actually.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Zinda doesn't exactly want to -conquer- the cluster…she wants to 'unify' it is all.
Ingenue glances at Zinda, then Abraham. "Is this data confidential?"
[OOC] Abraham: Unify it, under B4.
[OOC] Spyboy: Anyway, Zinda, do you wanna roll to see if she accepts his bluff?
[OOC] Ingenue: ….the cluster is doomed.
Zinda Tegram rolled up 4dF: 0 - + + (Base: 4 Total: 5) (Alertness)
[OOC] WC GM: No, no, obviously unify it under Ingenue. :P
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Zinda knows.
[OOC] Ingenue: Mi…
Abraham: "The Neph translation? Yes… but everyone in this room is cleared to know it."
Ingenue: "This data should not be communicated to those outside of this room?"
Zinda Tegram: "Thank you for your vote of confidence, Captain." Zinda smiles a little.
Zinda Tegram: "That's correct."
[OOC] Abraham: "Exept Zinda. She's shifty."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: What? D :
Spyboy: "Yeah, but there's clearance and then there's clearance."
[OOC] Abraham: "And apparently her sister is a Kilrathi. How does that even work?"
[OOC] Ingenue: "Clarify term: shifty."
Spyboy: "Captain, do you still have that neutrino comm unit?"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: "How -dare- you call my sister a terrible pilot!"
Abraham: "Yes, though I have't had the time to really look at it."
[OOC] Abraham: World of Warcraft just takes sooooo long…
Ingenue: "Data flagged. This unit is unable to translate Nephilim language from this sample alone. More samples will be required. Initial analysis indicates that Nephilim communication is based on transfer of thoughts. These patterns are similar to patterns seen within the Integrated. The term 'Wenser' seems to serve as a label, and is plural in use."
Zinda Tegram: "Plural?"
Zinda Tegram: "So they knew they were chasing body doubles."
Spyboy: "That's….odd."
Ingenue: "That conclusion fits the established facts."
Abraham: "And distressingly sophisiticated."
Spyboy: "Anyway, I'd like to hook the neutrino comm up to a computer and see if I can use it for anti-Neph EW. My last EW attempts were…lacking."
Hrrin: "Hrn."
Ingenue: "This unit will require more samples of Nephilim data before it can gather more information from this structure."
Abraham: "Certainly."
Zinda Tegram: "Hrrin, did you check the second shuttle to see if there was another one of these?"
Abraham find the neutrio com in a drawer and hands it to Spyboy.
[OOC] Hrrin: I'd say…yes, I did?
Spyboy looks it over.
Hrrin: "Was a wonder -anything- was rrecovered at all, really."
Zinda Tegram glances up. "Is there any chance we could build a neutrino receiver for our own ships?"
[OOC] WC GM: Yeah, they trashed most of their computers.
Spyboy frowns
[OOC] WC GM: Only the one crystal was found from the entire collection.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Alright.
[OOC] Ingenue: Stupid Nephilim trashing my data. Someone should teach them a lesson.
Spyboy: "Maybe? It'd be hard, at best."
Zinda Tegram: "I see. Well, I still have mine at least, though I keep it off all the time."
Spyboy: "But it could be possible. I'd want to take this down to the NDI shop and see what they can figure out from inspection."
Spyboy: "I'd have liked to use it as a secure communications channel - but with Nephilim on the same bandwidth, that seems like a bad idea."
Spyboy: "So far they're incompatible - but I don't know how secure our systems are."
Abraham: "Agreed."
Ingenue: "Is there evidence that the Nephilim have deciphered the Confederation language?"
Zinda Tegram: "Sounds good. So, all that leaves then is…the meeting."
Spyboy: "Well, there's that Wenser message. It's not conclusive evidence, but it's evidence."
Zinda Tegram: "I s'pose. Still."
Zinda Tegram picks up the remote and clicks Abraham's TV on before switching to the local newscast.
[OOC] Spyboy: "Great. All they're showing right now is amusing pictures. Still - is that a person giving bunny ears to a bunny?"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Hahahaha.
Hrrin: "It worth considering the risks that anyone else is having body doubles constructed, at this meeting?"
Spyboy frowns.
Spyboy: "Body doubles are beyond Confederation technology."
Spyboy: "The only reason Wenser managed is because on of his engineers is-"
Spyboy glances at Zinda, then resumes -
Spyboy: "Is Integrated."
Newscaster: "The weather forecast tonight: stay indoors, everyone! Orbital debris from that fight will be raining down. Planetary defenses should break up the larger pieces inbound toward urban areas, but authorities are recommending minimal exposure if possible."
Zinda Tegram clicks the TV off.
Hrrin: "Integrated?" Hrrin's ears flick forward with evident interest.
Zinda Tegram: "That's impossible. Unless it was done recently."
Spyboy: "What's impossible?"
Zinda Tegram: "Wenser being integrated."
Spyboy: "Who said anything about Wenser? Rab's a Lago."
Spyboy rolled up 4dF: - 0 0 - (Base: 4 Total: 2) (Charm)
[OOC] Spyboy: UGH
Zinda Tegram rolled up 4dF: + - - 0 (Base: 4 Total: 3) (Alertness.)
Zinda Tegram: "You wouldn't hide one integrated engineer like that."
Abraham: "Naming said engineer isn't exactly 'hiding' him."
[OOC] Abraham: redact my comment then?
Spyboy: "I'm not hiding anything. You were there for the comm message, when they called him to the bridge to answer questions about the doubles."
[OOC] Spyboy: Nah, if we're playing it….
Zinda Tegram shrugs. "Well, whatever."
Spyboy: "Well. They just know androids is his hobby. That he has an integrated neutrino comm and was almost certainly placed there as a spy is classified. I'd hoped we could use him to keep an eye on their ship."
Spyboy: "But with the risk of Nephilim interception I'd rather not put any information out there if I can help it."
Zinda Tegram leans back. "Fair enough."
[OOC] Spyboy: Aaand it's up to you whether we retcon out Zinda learning that Wenser's Integrated. =p
[OOC] Abraham: Okay, Zinda, you were right all along. Wenser… is a Q.
[OOC] Spyboy: That would explain SO MUCH.
[OOC] Abraham: Also he invented taxes, pretty much making him Satan.
[OOC] Ingenue: The snap fingers stuff happens Q or the equip Bond with toys Q?
[OOC] Abraham: Same person.
[OOC] Ingenue: Valid conclusion.
[OOC] Spyboy: That would explain why James Bond always has EXACTLY the right gadgets….
[OOC] Hrrin: Indeed.
[OOC] Spyboy: Well, until Casino Royale, where they realize there's an app for that and his only gadget is a smartphone
Spyboy: "So, Captain. How do you want us to get you down to the planet?"
[OOC] Abraham: It also explains why the exact combination of the deflector dish, the transporters, and the tractor beam can do anything on Star Trek
[OOC] Ingenue: You forgot the holodeck.
[OOC] Abraham: Not every Trek has that.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Hahahaha.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Just scratch it.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: I misread the comment.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Though really…is anyone gonna fill her in?
[OOC] Spyboy: Oh, probably, when it's almost too late.
Abraham: "Carefully? In a ship? I do not fell like freefalling to the planet on wings of fire today. Maybe tomorrow."
[OOC] Spyboy: Someone's read MoS =p
[OOC] Abraham: Damn skippiy I have.
[OOC] Abraham: No. Full of Cars.
[OOC] Hrrin: Mm. Good comic, Miracle of Science.
Spyboy: "It's about impression. Do we want you there in your fighter, in formation, or do we want you there with ruffles and flourishes in a shuttle with an escort?"
[OOC] WC GM: And yes, once on planetside, feel free to have orbital debris impact for comedic or dramatic timing. :P
[OOC] Spyboy: And WC also recommended it to someone thinking about applying for the game. =p
Abraham: "Fighter! Dear god fighter."
Spyboy: "Mmm, good point. We don't want you to look arrogant before it's too late to not promote you."
[OOC] WC GM: Someone's allergic to ruffles and flourishes?
[OOC] Hrrin: It's not Hrrin!
Abraham: "That too."
[OOC] Spyboy: We'll be in the safest spot on this side of the planet. Second safest. Among the safest. Forget I said anything.
[OOC] Abraham: I didn't do go to eight years of evil pilot school just to sit in a shuttle.
Hrrin: "I suppose there are some advantages in less ostentation."
Abraham: "Not the least of which is not looking like a ponce."
Hrrin snorts
Spyboy: "And I suppose we don't want a Confederation captain arriving in a Kilrathi shuttle."
Spyboy frowns.
Spyboy: "I can't think of an excuse for me to sit in on the meeting unless it's an open forum. Zinda and Hrrin *maybe,* Hrrin less so."
Zinda Tegram: "Will I be the escort?"
Abraham: "Blah blah, gesture of solidarity with our Kilarthi brothers. Blah blah, I'm going in a fighter."
Zinda Tegram: "I'll be there as your bodyguard I guess."
Hrrin: "I can go forrr that."
[OOC] Abraham: Actually, can't I bring guests? It is a party after all ;)
Spyboy: "We can all be the escort. We want to establish the flexibility he has, so all three of our ships can be your escort."
Hrrin: "Will it be betterr or worrse, diplomatically, if I polish up the symbolic blood markings? They're traditional."
Spyboy frowns.
[OOC] Spyboy: Spending a Fate Point to make a Declaration for Charm?
Abraham: "Do it. It shows you consider the event important."
Abraham: "Frankly we have a long tradtion for letting people do things most people think are stupid in the name of diplomacy."
Spyboy: "From a diplomatic standpoint, it's good. We want to emphasize your alien nature - that'll make it more likely they'll want you as an observer."
[OOC] WC GM: Sure.
The intercom pipes up. "Captain, we're being hailed. The other admirals have arrived."
Hrrin: "Ahhh. Yes. I have played this game before."
Hrrin grins toothily.
Abraham: "Well, once more into the breach."
Zinda Tegram stands up. "I'll get Crown squadron on alert in case we need them."
Abraham goes to the com and says over it "On our way."
Abraham: "Good idea. Everyone not actually at the ceremony should be on at least Yellow Alert."
Zinda Tegram says "Meet you in the the hangar." over her shoulder as she heads out of the room.
Abraham: "See you there."
Spyboy salutes Abraham then follows Zinda.
Abraham: "Well, everyone ready?"
Abraham salutes back.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Timeskip?
[OOC] Abraham: Yeah. Let's do the time warp again.
[OOC] WC GM: Everyone's assembling at the hangar, then?
[OOC] WC GM: So you're taking the call while en route?
[OOC] Abraham: And I'll form the head.
[OOC] Abraham: Sure.
The comm shows a split screen. Everyone recognizes Admirals Jaswinder "kali" Pilot - a formerly retired Admiral, who looks thirty (thanks to treatments, genetic therapy, and plastic surgery) but was forcibly retired being one hundred and eight, who volunteered to lead the response at Chandley - and Falk "Dakka" von Ostermann…
…a flight commander Major who was cross-service brevet promoted to Admiral when his carrier's Admiral was dying after Chandley, who then moved to consolidate his power, staring down most challenges to the Admirals' effective authority.
Spyboy feels a rustling in his head as Ingenue 'recognizes' them.
Even LAGOS had files on them.
Falk: "Hey hey hey, it's the Abra-man himself!" Bearded with flecks of grey, Falk's youthful attitude belies his age and experience.
Abraham: "Hello sirs."
Falk: "What're you doing going downstairs like that? You should've dressed up for the occasion!"
Jaswinder: "Now, now. If he wishes this to be his entrance, that his is perogative. Besides, I think it sends a good message. Notice who is on his wings?"
Zinda Tegram: "…"
Falk: "Hmm, true. Anyway. Now we get to meet you face to face again! It's been too long. What's new with you?"
Abraham: "I decided as we are in a state of war we should be ready for an attack, just in case."
Falk: "Bah, this? War? Just a little skirmish."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: A skirmish at HQ?
[OOC] Abraham: "I've been all around the world, seen all is to see and I go by the name of Lunny Lucy."
[OOC] WC GM: That tells you about his attitude.
Abraham: "I've managed to spend some time with the Lagos and learned a bit about their culture and situation on the planet."
Jaswinder: "My boys have seen very little action. Allow me to cover patrols for now."
Jaswinder: "Have you? I admit to curiosity. What are they like?"
Abraham: "Surprisingly stable given the horrific overcrouding they are enduring."
B4 is remaining resolutely silent.
[OOC] Spyboy: No comments from Wenser, though?
[OOC] Abraham: B4 is wise. Listen to her Spyboy. Especially when she's silent.
[OOC] WC GM: Wenser is not on this chat.
[OOC] Spyboy: Innnnteresting.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: This isn't the meeting proper, correct?
[OOC] Spyboy: Indeed.
[OOC] WC GM: Nope. This is radio chat while you're on the way down.
Falk: "Yeah, well. We'd send transports if we had them to spare."
[OOC] Ingenue: Though Nue would be looking for any other Integrated on the comm.
[OOC] Abraham: Wenser should (and probably isn't) already be planetside. I got the impresison this meet was happing in orbit.
[OOC] WC GM: Nope, the plan was planetside.
[OOC] Ingenue: Well. /A/ Wenser is probably planetside.
[OOC] WC GM: What about B Wenser?
[OOC] Abraham: I mean the three of us were in orbit.
[OOC] Ingenue: …you're the GM. You tell us.
[OOC] WC GM: …yes, I'm pulling that joke again. :P
[OOC] WC GM: Ah - no, your common destination is the capital. Which is on the planet.
[OOC] WC GM: They're just taking the occasion of your trip down to talk.
Spyboy: "Optimal insertion in sixty seconds. Captain?"
Zinda Tegram: "I'm surprised you know me, admirals. I didn't think I had much of a reputation outside of Wenser's branch and the forces I trained in David."
Abraham: "Proceed."
Jaswinder: "I have seen many an Oldziey fighter."
Falk: "Is THAT where that thing comes from? I wasn't sure it wasn't just a bunch of scrap flying next to Abraham."
Spyboy: "Beginning deorbit procedure."
Zinda Tegram: "And still alive, I see. Impressive. I am dame Tegram."
Jaswinder: "…the dame Tegram? Abraham, can you verify this?"
Abraham watches Zinda's reactions, mostly for amusement purposes, though he will make a token effort to keep her from killing anyone.
Abraham: "I can, and I should get point out she gets prickally when people fail to take her at her word."
Jaswinder: "That matches what I have heard. You travel in rare company indeed."
[OOC] Spyboy: Under the radar. Yes!
Zinda Tegram: "You know of me?"
Abraham: "Well, it is a small universe after all. Getting smaller every day."
[OOC] Spyboy: "We tried to assassinate you in the womb but it only got your mom. Sorry about that."
[OOC] WC GM: Yeah, Zinda's celebrity status is very usefully masking Spyboy, B^4, and Ingenue.
[OOC] Ingenue: shhhh, no one is noticing me.
Jaswinder: "They speak of you, as one of those they compare our and their skills to."
Zinda Tegram smiles very slightly, wordlessly.
Jaswinder: "They also speak of you, as someone they are relieved by the absence of."
Jaswinder: "Apparently you were quite the nightmare."
Abraham: "She's not quite that bad."
[OOC] Spyboy: Which actually stands to reason - Rating 5 is generally cluster-ranked as one of the best.
[OOC] Spyboy: So while the WC-Mod would weaken that a bit…
Zinda Tegram: "To whom, I can not imagine."
[OOC] Abraham: To whom does she make concern?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Just seeing if he'll spill his affiliation.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Crest, I imagine.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Pirate is also possible.
[OOC] WC GM: Jaswinder's a she.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Ah, OK.
[OOC] WC GM: In theory, Jaswinder and Falk are Confed-affiliated. In theory.
[OOC] Abraham: or even… /confed/
[OOC] WC GM: ^
Falk: "So Abraham. Looking forward to this? I know I am. You've sure earned it."
Abraham: "Well, I am somewhat nervous. But it's a happy nervous."
Falk: "Yeaaah, I hear that. Given the weather, we'll have the ceremony indoors. 1900 sharp."
Jaswinder: "0700."
Falk: "1900. We talked about this."
[OOC] Ingenue: Theories are wonderful.
[OOC] Abraham: 1900 am or pm?
Jaswinder: "We did. By dawn's light, even if indoors, would be suitable."
[OOC] Ingenue: pm.
[OOC] WC GM: 1900 = 7 PM
[OOC] Ingenue: …ya done killed the joke.
[OOC] Spyboy: Yeah.
[OOC] WC GM: *takes a rocket launcher to it* :P
Falk sighs. "Look. Abraham, it's your ceremony, how about you make the call? By moonlight or by dawnlight?"
[OOC] Abraham: Oooh! I get to choose when the next Neph attack happens? Thanks WC!
Abraham: "As poetic as by dawn's light would be, I will have to go with evening."
Falk: "Ha ha, knew it!"
sigh* "As you wish. There is a certain poetry in the evening too, I'll admit."
Abraham: "And with the stars we'll have more witnesses."
Falk: "Okay, 1900 it is. Just follow the honor guard when you land."
Abraham: "Yes sir."
Abraham salutes.
Jaswinder: "We will need to finish arranging the details of the ceremony. In the mean time, I believe Wenser wanted to talk to you personally after you land. Must be something he isn't trusting to radio."
Spyboy: "We'll be landing in approximately 180 seconds."
Abraham: "Please tell Wenser I will be there soon as I can be."
Jaswinder raises an eyebrow. "I would, if I knew where he was. You may need to look for him. Kali out."
Zinda Tegram: "Eyes out."
Falk: "…well that was cryptic. Dakka out."
Abraham raises an eyebrow at Jaswinder's parting comment, but figures Spyboy and B4 and even Ingenue can find him.
Zinda Tegram: "They said it was your ceremony?"
[OOC] Spyboy: WC - this session or next?
[OOC] WC GM: We're about to logend, so next.
Abraham: "They did at that."
Traffic control gives the group a path clear of falling debris. With the shield up, headquarters is oddly reminiscent of the last planet the group visited.
Zinda Tegram rolled up 4dF: 0 - + - (Base: 5 Total: 4) (Thanks but I'll just keep going this way.)
Spyboy: "This is kinda wierd. That shield keeps me expecting to see blasted charred wasteland but all I can see is crops."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Tagging to make that 6.
Abraham: "Reminds me of home."
[OOC] Spyboy: For piloting? In defiance of air traffic control?
[OOC] Spyboy: You know that'd be like six kinds of illegal, right?
[OOC] WC GM: …yeah, defiance of air traffic control = Bad Idea.
[OOC] Spyboy: Or are you just verifying their course is good?
[OOC] WC GM: Unless you've got a good reason for it?
[OOC] Abraham: SHE'S A SPY!
[OOC] Spyboy: That'd be a terrible reason.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: No good reason, just want to spend some FP and be awesome. xD
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: But let's not I s'pose.
[OOC] Ingenue: She trusts them about as much as she trusts LAGOS. Wait, actually, she trusts LAGOS more.
Abraham: "I'm begining to understand the 'nightmare' reference."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: GEEZ GUYS Zinda is not -that- paranoid.
[OOC] Spyboy: Except where Wenser's concerned.
[OOC] Ingenue: Its not paranoia if…. y'know.
[OOC] Spyboy: Actually it still is. But just because it's paranoia doesn't mean it's wrong.
Air traffic control proves not to be out to get the party…this time.

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