Star Fortress - South Eastern Conference room.

[Psymple]

The room stretches out in all directions towards a huge sheet of black glass that curves around the room.
In the centre of the room is a long black table that too curves towards the window thus allowing its occupants to face
each other but still be able to gaze into the infinity of space outside the station.

Colin stands in the centre of the large wooden doors leading to the room from the far corner opposite the long black curving window. Her favourite long emerald green dress hangs down around her and furrows out over the polished wooden floors.

Busily talking away on a radio-mic organising the last details for the conference: the food to be delivered when called and for a wing of OZ-Security to be sent to collect the Phoenix ship from the Delta Jump hole.

Finally she takes her seat at the centre of the table on a large leather chair and takes a sip of her drink,
a strange cocktail of coffee and whiskey she used to watch her mother drink when she was a child...
It was a little hot, but she sipped at it anyway.

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[Psymple]

O'hanna Sits in her office having just contacted the Admiral and Mr Burton
once again.

Such behaviour wasn't what she expected of a Military man...
Sure diplomats and V.I.P's had their way of squirming out of things
showing up late and generally expecting their rudeness to go unnoticed.

But from an Admiral... She wasn't impressed, he hadn't even got one of
his lackies to reply to her on his behalf.

Well fine, if he wants to treat me like another Zoner "visitor" in his space
then bugger it... We are the ones with the means to supply his little "fleet"
with jumpdrive and cloak technology. Not to mention our research on Nomads.

Suddenly something caught her eye throwing her onto another thought track,
a map of the system lay out infront of her, significant areas of development
and OZ interest marked with notations.

Ahhh yes, there are always others...

She smiles before re-booting her Holo-recorder and continuing her work.

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[Omicron]

Out of sudden sole signal appeared on Star Fortress scanners. Single Kusarian made vessel, soon after identified as in service of The Order. The pilot was Admiral Golanski. Buried in duties just sent another transmission and checked on the datapad where he noted everything he intends on offering and requesting from Zoners invited. 'So much to do, not enough time... Dragons, GMG, Lane Hackers, Hessians, BDM, Xenos...' He stopped naming factions he has to deal with on short tem to check the numbers again on pre-emptively needed goods to see whether he did everything right.

REQUEST:
3k boxes of specialized mining machinery
10k tonnes of industrial materials
50 Combat ground anti-snubcraft vehicles of Rheinland make
1k units of deuterium
10k units of military grade H-Fuel
20k units of fertilizers
5k units of consumer goods, day-to-day items
10k units of pharmaceuticals for medical use of which 4k anti-radiation medicaments
Establishment of solid supply lines in the near future.
OFFER:
X-11 shuttles, Order variant
Order weaponry
Assistance of Order marines
Assistance of Order logistics

Those were his trading cards for the beggining. Once docked and on solid deck of hangar one additional thought was digged from his busy mind. 'Where the hell is Burton...' Order activity around Omicron Zeta consisted mostly of ever ready combat patrols and Meskhenet outpost. With Zoner settling other parts of the system, co-ordination between the two became a bit chaotic. Admirality never expected someone will be mad enough to try colonizing Murilo with all those recent events and traffic resulted with it throwed control over system off balance, but not weakened Order monitoring and distrust towards anything non-allied in such desolate place, so close to their home. Remembering he was around Zeta system by now he had no occasion to meet him in person but expected him to arrive within reasonable ammount of time. With this admiral Golanski proceeded towards conference room, still plotting how to pursue Order agenda across Sirius before his attention will be fully shifted on the meeting.

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[RedEclipse]

Burton undocked from Meskhenet on his Nephthys and setting course right to Murio Mining Facility. - Hopefully someone will meet me there. I don't like to fly around alone, this place is too close to Nomad Worlds. While he's reached Murio a Obsidian Whale appears. Seems pilot was warned that guest is coming, so we are headed to the Star Fortress together. - Such a interesting position, indeed.

Burton engaged autopilot and ordered to computer to dock on Star Fortress with a thoughtfulness. - Right, this time has come... For many years we have supported The Order best as we can. Would be to good to know what is going on there, many things has been changed after Toledo fall... And hopefully they will help to stand up our pride, the Vega.
He's corrected auto pilot course. - Damn you, old engines! Would be use chance and ask to replace them to a brand new one.
Nephthys successfully landed on the Star Fortress, ship systems has been turned off and hatches has been opened. - Here we go...

[Psymple]

Having expected the Admiral to waste her time
even further O'hanna had continued on with her work
sending messages to potential suppliers of OZ's cause and
in aiding the work with their new neighbours in Zeta.

The comm beep from the docking bays caught her
completely off guard.

Ma'am, there's a Kusari Civilian vessel with Order
identification requesting to dock... I think your guest
is here...
The voice pauses listening to another voice
but one that was unintelligible due to its quietness.
Mikey Bret's reporting he's found a Mr Burton down by
MMF as well, he's escorting him to SF now Ma'am.

She presses a small button on her desk to reply:
Thank you Mr Gray, if you could collect them both
and escort them to the lobby I would be most appreciative.

Now we just need Mr Davids

Standing up she straightened her dress and typed in 141# on
the comm panel in order to get a hold of the current
highest ranking officer aboard SF...

Remembering that the 141 quarters where barely used anymore
she pressed the button again on her desk.

And please send a message to someone in the 141,
I am sure they know the way here...

Turning and walking out the door O'hanna proceeded down the OZ
marked corridors towards the main lobby. There, in the centre of the
station each of the main segments on the station met around a large
open shaft running the full height of the station.

In the centre a large statue amalgamating the OZ and 141 symbols,
a sign of the wealth once invested in the construction of SF by the
Council and their hordes of credits.

Leading off from this area were a multitude of doors, all clearly
marked with the motifs of their respective owners.

OZ, 141, the silhouette of a Sekhmet to indicate the Hanger bays, a black Testube
indicating the research laboratories and finally a black Briefcase...
That was where the conference would take place.

Through that door and up a large elevator to the top of the station,
the door on the right was to the meeting room.

Then appearing in through the Hanger bay doors came the Admiral
and Mr Burton, O'hanna smiled widely before pressing her key card against
the doors to the elevator and ushering them inside.

Better late than never.

She said cheekily as the large metal doors closed behind them.

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[Savi]

At Taba,John Freud was giving orders to several engineers in order to get his bastest ready. MOX canisters were loaded and equipment was checked for malfunctions. In around 1 hour, the fighter was fully operational, despite the several damage produced due to the solaris cruiser fire sustained some time ago. He went inside the cockpit of his ship, hangar bays were open and he set autopilot course to Omicron Zeta jump hole.

During the time elapsed to cover that large distance, he opened up his PDA to check the last messages from Commander Davids. Last one was received 30 minutes ago. He opened it up and noticed he was assigned, as the colonel of Task Force 141 to attend at the meeting between Order and Zoners that will be taking place inside Star Fortress.
He used to know that station very well, but there have been more than 2 months from his last visit there. Things might have changed alot. John knew that m'am O'Hanna is an ambitious person with very bold plans.
The ship jumped to Omicron Zeta and he assigned the autopilot to set course to Star Fortress. On his short trip he tried to get in touch with most of the subjects that will be discussed at that meeting, so he carefully read the message from Davids.

"On the following conference, we will try to improve our already friendly relation with zoners, by coordinating our efforts and by doing technology, security and commodity exchanges."

He finally got in range of Star Fortress and requested permission to dock. A calm voice answered and redirected the ship to Dock 3. Feud was inside the base aand when he stepped out of his ship, he glanced at the terminal that lead out of the hangar. 2 OZ security units were waiting for him. When he got close to them, he whispered

"Seems like this thing got bigger."

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Last raid of Discovery 4.86

Bowex S-Convoy

LSC vs Geb

[Psymple]

Mr Gray motions 141 Colonel towards the Lobby,
despite the growth in the docking bays the rest of the
station had remained very similar. The docking bays had
been extended for OZ's many experiments regarding ship
maintenance and construction, a few of the Laboratories
had been extended for the purpose of their research projects
and the OZ living and communal areas had been extended
in order to facilitate the growing staff.

Otherwise the main 141 areas, Lobby and visitor sections
had all remained almost identical as to their initial construction
now half a year ago...

The meeting is just being held in the South Eastern
conference room, down there and up the Elevator with the
Briefcase marked doors...
He pauses and looks at his watch
Its only been about forty five mins... Should still be talking.

The man turns back to his staff and returns to work servicing a
Zoner transport Whale.

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