NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Lark, you should go read the last comment by Adjennai in the Meeting of the minds thread. I've calmed down a bit. Say what he said to an Imitoran, say, a month ago, and he wouldnt have lived past the initial attack, lol.

"Christin," James said as they reached the next room, "I just wanted to let you know that the time we've shared together has been the best of my life. You make me feel so wonderful, whenever we're together." He looked her in the eyes one last time, then dropped to a single knee. "And that's why I don't think I could ever stand to live without you:" He presented the ring, "Christin, will you marry me?"

OOC: Reading Iansisle's Post, out in the hall Jeff starts thinking, "finally! That's guys' got some skillz!" ;) And I'll check that out Imitora, should be fun!

OOC: Reading Iansisle's Post, out in the hall Jeff starts thinking, "finally! That's guys' got some skillz!" ;) And I'll check that out Imitora, should be fun!

(James' official response: :P )

She had flown nose first into AAA so thick, you could walk on it. She had been the target of, at one time, no less than three Air-To-Air missles. She had gone into the belly of the beast, and flown out with minimal damage to show for it.

Yet all her expierence couldn't prepare Lt. Christin Powell Chaffin, Imitora Colonial Marine Corp Air Operations, VF-125 Black Knights squadron leader for this.

Her jaw dropped as the blood rushed to her face. She stummbled on the words, looking down at James, then the ring. Then back to James. Back to the ring. To James, to the ring.

"Yes," was all she managed to get out before dropping to embrace James tightly.

OOC: James is P-I-M-P

OOC: Reading Iansisle's Post, out in the hall Jeff starts thinking, "finally! That's guys' got some skillz!" ;) And I'll check that out Imitora, should be fun!

(James' official response: :P )

OOC: Jeff knew some of those Pimp Daddy Mad Skillz would wear off on James after time..

James was on Cloud Nine. All the nagging little voices in the back of his mind had been banished; with any luck, they'd stay that way forever. He just managed to slip the ring on her finger before she embraced him, and he her. The news about the Duchy could wait, of course. All that mattered now was that they were together at last. He kissed her gently on the side of the neck.

Giovanni peaked into the room, and smiled. Thanks Uncle Sal, he thought before steeping back out. He walked over to Jeff, and shook his hand. "I got, buisness, to attend to. Seems my job has yet to calm down enough. Give the couple my best," he said, walking out towards the driveway

He passed Elizabeth, and told her the news. She smiled, kissed him on the cheek, and walked inside. "So it all went ok, I presume?"

Jeff smiled at Giovanni and shook his hand, "I will. Thank you again for all of your help."

Katherine nodded to Elizabeth as she walked in, "Yes, they're in there now."

"How did your meeting go, if you don't mind me asking," Jeff said.

"Uneventful, just some problems at home. Nothing I cant deal with later," she lied, smiling.

"Oh, I gotcha," Jeff said. "If there's anything I can do to help, maybe fly out a few docs your way, I'll do what I can to help."

"No, actually, the situation is under control. This new corporation, BioLife, got a good jump on it. They have an imunization for the disease already, and think they may have a cure by months end. I'd recomend buying some of their stock while its still cheap."

OOC: And selling of every last bit of it once Ding and the boys go, shall we say...hunting....

OOC: Gotcha, heh, Jeff's running low on cash...

IC: "That's good news," Jeff said, finishing fixing a pitcher of margaritas. "Shall we adjourn to the deck? Let those two lovebirds spend some time alone without us hovering out here?"

Weathers smiled and checked his pocket watch. "Sure hope the sarge's still asleep, 'cause I don't think I'm needed about here anymore," he laughed.

Jeff held the door open for the group as they walked out to the deck. He got Weathers a chair and handed him a drink, "Yeah, I think James can... handle the situation on his own. Here, have a drink and relax. I'll vouch for you."

"I think thats a great idea," Elizabeth countered.
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"We get a fix on the transmit yet?" Giovanni asked, pulling off his tie and white dress shirt. He loved video confrencing on the Gulfstream.

"Not yet boss, but we're working on it. Its somewhere in Larkinia, we know that much. Probably still coastal. We gettin the group together?"

"Yeah, pull them all up." He paused, and pulled on a tight fiting ICMC 'Pain is Temporary, Pride is Forever, and Chicks dig scars' tshirt. "On second thought, lets go half and half. You take your top four, I'll take four of the newbs, and I want that new girl, uh, Angel, on a rifle." He reached over, and pulled out a holster, and attached it to the belt. He pulled out his custom Beretta 10mm and holstered it, and made sure the thumb break was secure.

"Gotcha chief, everything will be set to go once you get back."

"Good Job Ding, I'll see ya in about three," Giovanni finished, closign the secure video link. He pulled out a folder, and began looking at the names. Franky Miller and Sean Deavenay. This should be fun, he thought.

"Thanks, Sir Jeffery," grinned Weathers leaning back. He offered up his glass for a toast. "To love!"

(and I think that's it for me for the night. Until the morrow!)

"To love," Elizabeth resounded, holding up her glass.

Jeff and Katherine smiled at each other and raised their glasses, "We'll drink to that," Katherine said happily.

OOC: nice job all. I will be back full time sunday night.

OOC: Coincidently, I'm going on a retreat this weekend (last second kinda thing) so I wont be back till sunday as well.

Niven had been distracted by business affairs. He had spent the better part of the day jacked into his phone making deals and reorginizing his staff.
His plans had worked out and Celeborne was allowing free business within the borders, that would make life easier. He could move all of his offworld assets back home. He had told his purchasing agents to get every business that looked like it had a future as it came open, and gave them a very large budget to work with.
He recieved a report informing him that Sir Edmond Kaldwell had completed his education and was ready to go to work as the Nivencorp represnative to Iansisle. Some thought that this was a bad idea, but Niven felt that Kaldwell was the best man for the job.
He made arraingments for a home to be purchased for Kaldwell inIansisle, and he was given funds to begin purchasing every share of the big three that came open . He had also be given a special operations team for corporate espionage on the same big three. Niven wanted to know everything from where there headquarters was down to how many times a day the CEOs took a crap.
Kaldwell had several implants to assist with this, encluding headware data storage and memory chips. He also had a small bomb implanted in his cortex that he did not know about, just incase...
Carlos Caballero was still in training for his new duties as a maager at the new arcology.
Niven enterprises had already broken ground on the new arcology. The airstrip was almost done and Militech forces were moving in to secure the location. Refugees had already began to apply for jobs.
CCE had been successfully taken into the Nivencorp family under another company that it would take them decades to trace back.
Niven enterprises had also just secured a deal to create a new type of walker ,combat vehicle.
Grant was dead. Niven had the shiney bullets placed in a box and place in a safe in his house.
Everything was going as planned.
Now to pack for Iansisle to attend his daughters elevation.

Back, so whats upo?

(woah...Dr. Niven's like, kickass in so many ways!

Anyhoo, I have a whole big plan for the relevant elevation parties (including one last big surprise!), but I really need to get to bed pretty soon (big latin test tomorrow.). Do you think we could wait for that until tomorrow?)

Tomorrw is fine with me.

OOC: That's cool with me too, school's gotta come first. Quit laughing Iansisle, I hear you over there! ;)

(*teeheehehe*

What!? Er, I'm not laughing! It was, ah, him! *points off to left, then runs right*)

He also had a small bomb implanted in his cortex that he did not know about, just incase...
*whistles innocently and winks at Celeborne*

there is nothing innocent about you, Lark 8)

:lol: :shock: That's... that's a lie. Yeah that's it. Put forward by... umm... IanCorp! Yeah...