Jasmine sits back at the desk, smiling to herself.
Well. It seems i've been promoted. not officially, no. But according to Vulpe i'm his "Head of Research and Development" now...she sighs. I know he's with that Kusarian girl, but I can't help but feel attached to him somehow. We'll always be friends, but I wonder...Do I want to be friends, or something more...? Ah well. No point bothering over it now.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
My pride. My joy, that blasted machine, has messed up this time. I gave him control of a L'Ane, a ship I don't even fly, and he's gone and lost it somewhere in Sirius. of course, the assault teams are still on board, eight or more of them, but still, If anyone were to get their hands on that technology, it is my fault. I don't want to be responsible for anyone getting their hands on Brigand technology.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Jasmine is recording from a different place. The camera angle seems far too perfect, and the background is a strange white, the walls flowing like smoke...She just smiles, looking about.
Well, this is the start of stage two. With the delivery of these..."holo-tainment" bands...I've had Hex-Cinq analyse and then remove the programming, linking them up to himself. Right now, I'm sitting unconsciously in the control room, but here...its strange. A cyber-space, almost.
She looks around, seeming to float in midair.
This is amazing. I can only think of the different scenarios we can create now. There is so much information, so much potential...I'll have to invite some Legionnaires around sometime.
She seems to fade into the white as the camera feed ends
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.