Wazzu
17-03-2006, 12:01
Sol, Mars, Southern Elysium, Wazzu Foreign Affairs Center
"I can't believe your keeping a lid on this! We could be saving lives right now!" Gaea Biosystems Researcher Dr. Bradly Jeffers was less then pleased at the mement.
"You mean we could have foreigners buying up our resources, our companies, your competetion?" Foreign Affairs Officer Alfred Wayne tacked on the last two words without so much as a blink. "Or is it an Ortagan attack you want?" those words definately came out in a more accusitory tone, though both representatives knew it was not true. It was however most certainly a threat.
Dr. Jeffers got the point, and didn't have to show he didn't like it. He showed so anyhow. "Don't pretend to hold all the reprocussions. When people learn you didn't let us tell the-"
"The people will live," Wayne cut Jeffers off, "and to be honest, we've enough large problems that they won't pay too much attention. Sure, it'll be interesting that there was no plague, that it was all inherited genetic disease, but they will be too glad it's over for now and worried that it doesn't happen again to target people in my position. Unless of course they are directed..." The FAO's tone got accusitory again, "I think its best for both of us not to play that game."
The GB Researcher felt steam comming from her ears, but stayed silent. It was a truce she could not afford not to take. "You will let us know when we can release this information then?"
"Of course!" Now a smile spread across Alfred Wayne's face, as if the whole conversation never happened. "You'll be the first to know. Really, it was quite an achivement, and I'm sure it will earn your new company quite a bit of face value. I am very glad you understand Doctor. Now, if you will, I'm a very busy man these days. Have to keep those other nations out as we rebuild and all. Good day!"
"Yes, good day." Dr. Jeffers replied, and left the office still slightly shaking.
Raumreich Space, Praecipua System, Planet Kif, Regent's Throne Room.
Therian Regent Aan listened to the reports of his advisors, the news wasn't good. There wasn't any rioting, nor demonstrations, nor even quiet protests, but production was down and dropping. The humans were getting lazy, and fled or faught back rather then worked harder when he sent down harsh reprisals. "WELL?!" he asked the various lords sitting around the table, "Any suggestions?"
For a moment, all was quiet, everyone seemed to be as frustrated as the Regent Aan himself, and no one wanted to become the object of the interm sovereign's creul eye. The Regent wouldn't rule forever, but he had enough power now for that not to matter. But eventually, one did speak, and the voice was that even Aan wouldn't strike.
A small, old, weak Therian stepped from the shadow of a corner. In ordinary Therian life, it would have been practically worthless, but this one had attained a certain respect, not for itself but for the spirits of those it carried inside it. "Yes Regent," the frail religious vessel bowed low in great respect, "the ancestors have a suggestion."
The Regent himself bowed back...low...even the Emporer in his time would have to respect the Emissaries, even if they didn't take their advice. And when Aan heard the suggestion, he himself considered doing likewise.
"Humans would best know how to control humans." The small alien announced, "The spirits suggest we give a few land and title."
Give those animals equal status?!?! the thought rang through the head of most every Lord at the table, though none dared say it aloud. Instead, one voiced another question. "Tradition requires sight and power of our nobels, do the Terrans even have such?"
"Funny you should use the Protoss term," answered another, "Some that we call human do, as do some of their...varient subspecies. It is often associated with insanity."
Many laughed, such a thing would not be tolerated in Therian society, any such being would be mercifully killed at birth. The Regent Aan for his part did not. Leaning back on his tail, he thought for a moment, and spoke up. "A control mechanism." His eyes burned.
It took the others a moment or two to catch on, but catch on they did, for this was the Regent Aan's council, and like their master the lords themselves were manipulative and dark. Had the Therians of any other ship been present, it would be likely they would find the impression that filled the room less then desirable.
Yalta, 0.5ly From System Gravitic Center, 60 Degrees Below the Ecliptic
Therian Shiplord Krtss looked out from the bridge of his ship, but could not see the misshappen fleet around him but for shadows against the many stars. This far away from the system, there was too little light for eye-turrets to catch reflections, and it had been long since he'd seen the last wave of Protoss warpings.
"Shiplord," an officer hissed in the alien language, "the Protoss report they have rejuvinated."
"Very well." Krtss dismissed in his own language, then spoke to his human companion in strange English, "You sure, these Valinon know we here?"
"Their leaders know, and assure us they will call when we are needed." an old General Raven answered.
"Soon, may-be," Krtss returned, "May-be best you go back your ship."
The old General nodded agreement, but took the dismissal. Really, he was an administrator, not a warfighter, it wouldn't matter where he was when the battle started, he wouldn't be commanding. But perhaps anywhere was better then in the way.
So Raven followed his escort back to a small bay, and left the venerable Therian warship.
"I can't believe your keeping a lid on this! We could be saving lives right now!" Gaea Biosystems Researcher Dr. Bradly Jeffers was less then pleased at the mement.
"You mean we could have foreigners buying up our resources, our companies, your competetion?" Foreign Affairs Officer Alfred Wayne tacked on the last two words without so much as a blink. "Or is it an Ortagan attack you want?" those words definately came out in a more accusitory tone, though both representatives knew it was not true. It was however most certainly a threat.
Dr. Jeffers got the point, and didn't have to show he didn't like it. He showed so anyhow. "Don't pretend to hold all the reprocussions. When people learn you didn't let us tell the-"
"The people will live," Wayne cut Jeffers off, "and to be honest, we've enough large problems that they won't pay too much attention. Sure, it'll be interesting that there was no plague, that it was all inherited genetic disease, but they will be too glad it's over for now and worried that it doesn't happen again to target people in my position. Unless of course they are directed..." The FAO's tone got accusitory again, "I think its best for both of us not to play that game."
The GB Researcher felt steam comming from her ears, but stayed silent. It was a truce she could not afford not to take. "You will let us know when we can release this information then?"
"Of course!" Now a smile spread across Alfred Wayne's face, as if the whole conversation never happened. "You'll be the first to know. Really, it was quite an achivement, and I'm sure it will earn your new company quite a bit of face value. I am very glad you understand Doctor. Now, if you will, I'm a very busy man these days. Have to keep those other nations out as we rebuild and all. Good day!"
"Yes, good day." Dr. Jeffers replied, and left the office still slightly shaking.
Raumreich Space, Praecipua System, Planet Kif, Regent's Throne Room.
Therian Regent Aan listened to the reports of his advisors, the news wasn't good. There wasn't any rioting, nor demonstrations, nor even quiet protests, but production was down and dropping. The humans were getting lazy, and fled or faught back rather then worked harder when he sent down harsh reprisals. "WELL?!" he asked the various lords sitting around the table, "Any suggestions?"
For a moment, all was quiet, everyone seemed to be as frustrated as the Regent Aan himself, and no one wanted to become the object of the interm sovereign's creul eye. The Regent wouldn't rule forever, but he had enough power now for that not to matter. But eventually, one did speak, and the voice was that even Aan wouldn't strike.
A small, old, weak Therian stepped from the shadow of a corner. In ordinary Therian life, it would have been practically worthless, but this one had attained a certain respect, not for itself but for the spirits of those it carried inside it. "Yes Regent," the frail religious vessel bowed low in great respect, "the ancestors have a suggestion."
The Regent himself bowed back...low...even the Emporer in his time would have to respect the Emissaries, even if they didn't take their advice. And when Aan heard the suggestion, he himself considered doing likewise.
"Humans would best know how to control humans." The small alien announced, "The spirits suggest we give a few land and title."
Give those animals equal status?!?! the thought rang through the head of most every Lord at the table, though none dared say it aloud. Instead, one voiced another question. "Tradition requires sight and power of our nobels, do the Terrans even have such?"
"Funny you should use the Protoss term," answered another, "Some that we call human do, as do some of their...varient subspecies. It is often associated with insanity."
Many laughed, such a thing would not be tolerated in Therian society, any such being would be mercifully killed at birth. The Regent Aan for his part did not. Leaning back on his tail, he thought for a moment, and spoke up. "A control mechanism." His eyes burned.
It took the others a moment or two to catch on, but catch on they did, for this was the Regent Aan's council, and like their master the lords themselves were manipulative and dark. Had the Therians of any other ship been present, it would be likely they would find the impression that filled the room less then desirable.
Yalta, 0.5ly From System Gravitic Center, 60 Degrees Below the Ecliptic
Therian Shiplord Krtss looked out from the bridge of his ship, but could not see the misshappen fleet around him but for shadows against the many stars. This far away from the system, there was too little light for eye-turrets to catch reflections, and it had been long since he'd seen the last wave of Protoss warpings.
"Shiplord," an officer hissed in the alien language, "the Protoss report they have rejuvinated."
"Very well." Krtss dismissed in his own language, then spoke to his human companion in strange English, "You sure, these Valinon know we here?"
"Their leaders know, and assure us they will call when we are needed." an old General Raven answered.
"Soon, may-be," Krtss returned, "May-be best you go back your ship."
The old General nodded agreement, but took the dismissal. Really, he was an administrator, not a warfighter, it wouldn't matter where he was when the battle started, he wouldn't be commanding. But perhaps anywhere was better then in the way.
So Raven followed his escort back to a small bay, and left the venerable Therian warship.