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[Enkidu]

****Impending transmission****
****Passcode unlocked****
****Comm ID: 'Achille Augustin Nadeau'****

---Unpacking---

*Appears to be mulling over a sizable E-book. Also appears to be vastly enjoying himself.*

"Now Sir, I'd usually grace you with the conventional procedure of grilling you as to exactly who the hell you are, but it appears that we're already quite well acquainted with each other; congratulations. So, Monsuir Vergillio Conway, now that your a well-blooded, full-fleshed member of our little fraternity, let me analyse the outrageous little asininities of your past... Ah."

*Flips the book shut with a notable thunk, smile radiant.*

"So Sir, exactly what the Diomedes is an arch-scientist? From the bluffing, scraping mannerisms riddling firmly your transmission it appears your... notoriety is a little screwy, oui, at least from the very little I could unearth. But do not worry Sir, in our little society, money is no object (well it is, sort of. Gold bricks and all that), but regardless friend, you have my curiosity as peaked as a cockerel's p... ruff. Ahem, anyway sir, you'll hardly find yourself pressed to defraud the elderly here, mon ami, as grant money proves rather plentiful in the boundaries of our domains. But so enlighten me squire..."

*Smothers a chuckle in a wealth of tissue paper*.

"...All these pett... ah, significant acts of good-humoured criminality tied to your working career; they all appear to have a running theme Monsieur Sournois, notably your desire for, well, recognition. Not that I'm eschewing that particular quality, of course..."

*Consumes a grape*

"...*chews* So, *swallows*, Enlighten me Sir, what exactly catalysed you to pursue a life of darkness? Despite the protestations of a certain associate of yours; you're hardly a sociopath, that much is clear. But tell me Sir; exactly what do you think you are, Sournois? Some variety of Machiavellian genius, all short of a cloak, hat, and a damsel in distress? Again Sir, this isn't critique, merely an observational analysis of your person. As to that séduisant little maser of yours... well, that's quite a ferocious little item sir. Point that at your internals and the insurance people would have you licking up the remnants; not one to take through spaceport security, let me tell you now... But that, in itself, is an item of interest. Tell me sir, what catalysed you to actually construct that device? It's obviously highly dangerous, atypical and nonstandard. What exactly is it for, a weapon perhaps, for as that microwaves are ineffective; a mere EM-shield would prove deterrent enough. Because you could perhaps, because it's cool? Sir, your motive force is beyond me, but your enthusiasm... it is palpable. It's high time we had some workable, hands-on physicists in our little unity; men like yourself, for sure."

"Je suis désolé for my previous distraction, Doctor Sournois. It's so pleasing to hear from someone with which one can hold a mildly linear conversation... refreshing, even."

"I would say transfer any materials you see fit over to the station, but it appears you've already done as much, and for that I commend you. Please preserve your sense of the moment Conway, it's very becoming."

"Pas de soucis et bonne chance Doctor. I look forward to working with you. Oh and if you're looking for some form of compatriot in the physics department, I'd consider conversing with either Doctor McCarthy or Doctor Z Krovin. They make for quite the compadres." *Grins*

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