Pete opens his last bottle , and finishes it all at once.
Clearly he is in no state of talking anymore
''Woman , you underbreastemate ourh cwityh!
I say we don't pay those Liberonians nothseng!
And where's that lousy Big Joe?''
Pete runs to the corner of the room and starts vomiting ,
and the Ceberus delegation seems clearly amused by the whole scene.
As admiral Orias is looking for words, Smudge is looking for other beverages.
He can hardly stand on his feet and he bursts out in uncontrollable laughter.
Orias reaches up to rub the bridge of her nose, watching Outer Project team with contempt, before standing and gesturing for the projector to be shut off.'I think we've accomplished all we will today, a small trip to our medical facility. Perhaps I had overestimated your sensibilities regarding alcohol, Lieutenant Braxton, escort the... Gentlemen there. Lieutenant Dixon, show our more civilised guests to a guest room. My apologies to those of you still sober enough to accept them, we'll reconvene once Mister Pete here is... Back in his right, for him, mind.'
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Pete is flying free as a bird.
His arms have turned into wings that he flaps graciously while singing songs of happyness.
He sees a beautiful house in the distance , without thinking he flaps his way to see this up close.
in the house there's a table filled with the most delicious food!
As he flies closer and closer to the table he can see his own image in front of him.
He realizes he is on crash course with a window.
#POK#
Pete wakes up,
His mouth feels dry his belly upside down and his head is pounding of pain.
As he looks to the heavy snoring sound across the room ,
he sees Smudge sleeping with a bucket in his arms.
A voice in his head says: ''Oh boy ... these guys and girls sure know how to party...''
Daniels woke up in a nicely decorated room, especially since they were on a warship which usually didn't have the space for these kind of rooms. While he got dressed he thought about the meeting of yesterday, the Admiral clearly knew what she was doing and saying. A thing The Outer Project was not so sure of it seemed. They had a very original way to urge these matters during diplomatic talks..... like shouting and drinking more to "liven it up".
And with a final smirk he finished getting dressed, reached for his communication device, tapped into the general frequency used upon this ship and asked where they could get their breakfast. This will be the day Cerberus will do its part.
In the medical bay the ToP members had been passed out in, the hatch swings open, a pair of armed guards stepping through to peer at the men coming to, eschewing the dress uniform and antique rifles, they're dressed now for efficiency. A moment later the same Lieutenant from the previous day follows them through, tilting her head politely to the two but refraining from any warm gestures. 'The meetings you're here to take part in will be recommencing shortly, follow me.' And, without bothering to check if they are in fact following, or still semi-senseless, she strides away, making her way back to the conference room and stepping inside, before moving back to stand near one of the holographic walls.
The Lieutenant assigned to the Cerberus group gently rapped on the door of their quarters upon hearing they're awake, opening the door and saluting. 'I hope you slept well, the meeting is ready to recommence, if you'll follow me we'll get straight back into it, unless you require a short time? If any would wish to stay for now there'll be a guard outside who'll escort you to the meeting once you decide to leave. Now, shall we be off?' Smiling at them, he turns to step outside the room, and, after waiting a short minute for any to follow him, he sets off back to the room, stepping back against the wall to mirror the other Lieutenant once inside. ~~~~
The room itself is more brightly lit now, the projections of the two planets remaining in the centre, and the walls still showing the exterior, dominated now on either side by a pair of Fearless Destroyers. On the obsidian table now are breakfast plates at each seat, with the ensuing cutlery and a crystal glass. Under the planetary projections are two platters of 'French toast', fried bread, croissants and various fruit preserves. After the previous debacle the quartermaster had decided against alcohol in any form, and had instead furnished the table with a pair of glass jugs, tall and filled with fruit juices, perfect for a man with a hangover.
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As Daniels, O'Keith and Harris are being greeted by the Lieutenant and are invited to come back to the conference room they followed him. While they were walking they were saluted by a lot of men and women. Wondering what this day will bring Daniels could already smell the food and beverages that were being served inside the room.
He quickly sat down and this time his two escorts also took a seat. As they filled their glasses Daniels started a conversation with Pete.
Daniels :Good morning Pete, how's the hangover? You've left me wondering, I mean, we are here to conduct business after all and because of the alcoholic meeting yesterday I'm quite stunned as to what you think we are going to do here? Having a drink or two to smooth things up is a great way to start talking, but I believe some sort of soberness is still needed to make these talks effective. We are talking about millions of lives here and not just those of Slum City.
While he waited for a reply he took a sip of the juice and waited for the Admiral to arrive.
Stepping into the room with a pair of guard, Admiral Scarlet Orias gives Pete a hard glare before seating herself, nodding to both parties respectfully. 'Welcome back gentlemen, I trust we can have a more productive meeting without the influence of Alcohol. Shall we get back to the matter of Kansas?' Behind her the entrance hatch is slammed shut, locking heavily.
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Pete turns his sight to the entrance hatch, and scratches his head.
''This reminds me of sugaland! , no way to treat a king.
but well , can't complain bout the hospitality at all!''
Pete takes off his left boot , and pulls out a flask of moonshine ''An old man like me needs to drink enough , doctor told me its good for my kidneys!
the hangover is fine my boy!
So , where do we start?'' Pete says while playing with his toast
While greeting the Admiral and nodding to Pete Daniels grabbed some toast, an apple and refilled his glass. Before starting on the toast he took a moment to reply to Pete.
Daniels :Regarding Planet Wichita, I believe this is a good planet to start things from. It is already inhabited by us, we've an Outpost there. Excuse my secrecy, but I won't give the location yet, it is an outpost dreaded for its trigger happy gun batteries that will blow everything out of the sky and it is of very high value to us. We have been conducting research there for some years now and the planet is proven to be capable of sustaining a lot of varied life. Constructing these floating cities will be a lot easier while using this outpost to stockpile resources and, in case of disaster, to have a base to fall back to.
He took a big bite from his toast and, like a starting sign, his two escorts started eating as well.