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Post by Head Organizer Scott on Jun 8, 2012 12:28:25 GMT -5
Call from FCPO - Sihnon Office to Chainless
September 10, 2517
11:56 Local Time - Beaumonde
On the bridge there was a beeping. It was constant and followed the same interval of two seconds between beeps. A little light was blinking even more rapidly on both of the frontal consoles. On one of the screens at the upper portion of the bridge, there was the words “来电”, saying that a call was coming through. It was not from a recognized address, so the ship had never been called from there before. However in order to have a call even come through, it would need to be someone who knew the vessels specific call code, so it was no doubt a friendly call.
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Post by Ilana Logan on Jun 8, 2012 12:45:14 GMT -5
Ilana finished the modifications to her cortex panel with a smile. "What now?" She thought aloud. Just as the thought passed her lips, a call came through the cortex. She raised a brow and said, "Nice timing."
She went over to her freshly revamped cortex terminal and sat down on the stool in front of it. She pressed her finger to the screen to accept the call and pulled her hand away. The face of an older man came into view and she wondered who it was. She'd never seen him before. He looked like someone who worked with his hands. He had that face, but she could be wrong. With a slight sigh, she said, "Logan here. What can I do for you?"
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Post by Head Organizer Scott on Jun 8, 2012 13:46:28 GMT -5
On the screen the man was sitting in a chair. He was in a room that seemed metallic and in general not one that seemed to have a lot of money put into it. He let a breath of air out when he saw the younger woman appear on the screen, but really he did not know who he would be speaking to. He did know that this was not likely to be the person he was looking for.
”Hi, I’m Head Organizer Alan Scott, with the Federal Cultural Preservation Organization, Sihnon Division.” He stopped a moment to inhale after the long name was given. ”I’m calling on behalf of the office of Lord Marleque…. For…” He paused and checked a smart paper that was in his hand. ”Captain Marcus O’Terra. Is he available?” He asked, not sure of really what he was supposed to expect.
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Post by Ilana Logan on Jun 8, 2012 14:09:50 GMT -5
The man on the screen looked relieved to see someone answer. "Hi, I'm Head Organizer Alan Scott, with the Federal Cultural Preservation Organization, Sihnon Division." He paused for a moment, then continued, "I'm calling on behalf of Lord Marleque... For..." He paused again, looking down at something. "Captain Marcus O'Terra. Is he available?"
Ilana hadn't heard the name Marleque, so she still wasn't sure what this call was about, but she knew how to answer him. "Marcus isn't here at the moment. He's in town with business. I'm his second in command. Is there something I can help you with?"
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Post by Head Organizer Scott on Jun 8, 2012 14:17:47 GMT -5
”Uh huh.” the man said curling his lips over his teeth. He was already in unfamiliar territory making the call to people he didn’t know. It wasn’t so much that that was a problem as much as he wasn’t sure exactly what to do. But he did know that he was probably best suited speaking to the person he was told to speak to. ”Umm, well can you tell him to give us a call back here when he can. I’m sending you the registry information so you can.” He said, punching in a few things on this console, which allowed for a return call. The call information was registered to Sihnon.
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Post by Ilana Logan on Jun 8, 2012 14:30:46 GMT -5
The man clearly didn't want to tell her anything. He didn't exactly refuse her outright, he pretty much just ignored her question altogether. She wasn't sure exactly what to say until he added that he was sending the information to her so Marcus could call him back.
"Alright. Well, thank you for the information. I'll have him call you as soon as he gets in," she said, not knowing what else to say at that point.
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Post by Head Organizer Scott on Jun 8, 2012 14:40:32 GMT -5
"Alright thanks. It is..." He looked at the wall beside him to check what the time was. "A quarter past three here. So if you can, just have him call us anytime in the next three hours or so." He smiled and nodded. "Thanks again... Miss... Logan." He said trying to remember the name she had given earlier. After he finished he nodded again, and the call closed.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on Jun 9, 2012 10:46:54 GMT -5
Maybe an hour later Marcus was punching in the information Ilana gave him; he'd explained that the Lord mentioned with Longstreet's friend he'd met during the party. Which likely meant they had a job. When she told him it came through on an Alliance channel something turned in him.
He didn't exactly LIKE taking jobs from Alliance but... the war was over. He had a ship needing fuel and a crew needing food.
No time for being picky.
So the call was made and as it ticked over on the waiting Marcus sat smiling, so when it was answered he'd greet this 'Alan Scott' or whoever answered the line with a good day and all that pleasantry.
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Post by Head Organizer Scott on Jun 9, 2012 11:31:38 GMT -5
After a few brief moments of having the signal travel, it finally linked. On the screen once again appeared Alan Scott, with his usual overworked expression, and he was looking down. He looked down to check his information, and came back up to face the man the was on the screen. "Ah, yes." He as the gears started to work in his mind. "Captain Marcus O'Terra I'm guessing?" He asked. He spoke in a way that might have surprised some people on the rim, just given it was so plain. But that sort of speaking was common from those amongst those in the Central Planets that weren't filthy rich.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on Jun 9, 2012 11:46:53 GMT -5
The man on the screen looked like he'd been working overtime at his own expense, and Marcus chocked that up to it being later in the day, on Sihnon. Still he put on a friendly expression and nodded when the man asked if he was indeed, himself.
"That's correct and are you Alan Scott, who called earlier?" He guessed he was, if the registry information was what it was. If it wasn't then this man was at least pretending to be Alan Scott, in which case it was better for the both of them to continue on, assuming that each man was who he apparently claimed to be.
Marcus had been feeling thirsty again, and he wasn't sure for what, but it was probably something not entirely unlike tea.
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Post by Head Organizer Scott on Jun 9, 2012 11:56:28 GMT -5
"I am." Scott replied with a nod and the same light smile that he had on the entire time. It was good that he didn't have to go through full introductions for this. The quicker things went by the better, because he was a person with a huge work load. And since he wasn't sure when the call would be returned he was actually in the middle of some of it. I'm calling on behalf of Parliamentarian Marleque's Office, for the FCPO." He said. "We are actually looking to enlist the services of you and your crew." He said opened quickly.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on Jun 9, 2012 12:51:46 GMT -5
Marcus swallowed the knot building in his throat. His old grimaces building up, the training, the regimented hate. But it was all hollow anyway. So it fell off the back of his head as the idea of above the board paid work signaled a change in the winds.
Not having to deal with the problem of doing criminal acts meant that the crew wouldn't be so skittish and he could have 'the talk' with them.
Or maybe they'd work it out for themselves? Probably not, if they did it'd be in all the wrong ways.
Marcus nodded at the man. "What are the specifics?" He was going to take the job one way or the other, but knowing would settle the crew a bit.
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Post by Head Organizer Scott on Jun 9, 2012 13:12:59 GMT -5
"Well the specifics..." Scott said hesitating. He knew that it would be a problem and he didn't want to say over the cortex. "...I can't... specifically tell you..." He said, obviously referring to the fact that they were on an open channel that wouldn't be hard to view. Given he was on a Central Planet it wouldn't be a surprise to anyone if his call was monitored. "I can say... for now... we would like for you to come here to the Sihnon Office to discuss this... business proposal." What he was implying was obviously that what they wanted Marcus to do would be less then legal. "We can pay for fuel costs if that's a problem, since you're so far out." He offered recognizing that they were almost two systems away.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on Jun 9, 2012 13:28:38 GMT -5
Marcus newly present joy at not playing this under the radar ebbed; but there were plenty of legitimate contracts that preferred to keep things face to face, for the sake of business security. He told himself this, and he felt mildly better.
"In person it shall be then. Can I get specifics as to where I'll be landing? I haven't been to Sihnon in a long time," He tried to remember if he was ever there during the war. But most of it was a blur to him.
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Post by Head Organizer Scott on Jun 9, 2012 13:35:21 GMT -5
"Oh of course." Scott said, tapping on the console that was in front of him. "I just sent you off the adress and nearest port where you can land. Just give us a call the day before you arrive so we know you're coming." He said as the information came through the console on the Chainless end.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on Jun 9, 2012 15:55:00 GMT -5
Marcus saw the console blip and double checked, it all looked shiny on his end. He nodded into the camera. "Info looks good; we'll let you know the day before we get there." He saved the information and his hand hovered over the end call button. "Well if that's everything?" He'd hung up on calls before and come off as rude. Might as well change that pace a slight.
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Post by Head Organizer Scott on Jun 9, 2012 16:29:26 GMT -5
"Yes, that's it." Scott said. "I guess we'll... see you when you get here." He said looking back at Marcus. "Have a safe trip." He finished and shut off the connection.
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