"Our fleet does possess several ships ample enough to transport anyone requiring evacuation. It won't be the prettiest of accomodations, but I believe anything is better than falling to the Gallians. I'd know. Count The Project in for whatever assistance in transportation is required. We'd be more than happy to oblige" Jonathan sipped his coffee mug after finishing his sentence, then scribbling down on a piece of paper. When no one payed attention, he passed it on to Daniels. It read:"After meeting, room 010. Urgent. Pass to Orias"
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"We have several shire transports courtesy of bowex which I will order outfitted with more habbitable acomidations. Very well. We're all set on this course, we'll need to make contact with a construction entity, and begin plans for this undertaking, and aquire some mining vessels. Thirdly, contacting Bretonia or even a lesser Bretonian organisation is a priority, I can't claim to have ever undertaken a refugee caravan before, so I'm at a loss at how to continue in that regard. I'm led to believe the Order have better relations with Bretonia than other houses, perhaps Cerberus would like to take care of that?" Taking a sip of the water in front of her, Scarlet nods to the ensign previously in charge of holographics within the room. After a quick salute he hurries out of the room, and returns minutes later with two booklets, printed on paper rather than the expected electronic devices. "Here are drafts of the 'treaty' between us, editted with the points each of us have made throughout this meeting. Please, take them with you when you return to your respective parties."
Reading the note once it's her turn to read it, the raises an eyebrow towards mister Cook. "Well then, if that's all, allow me to thank you for attending this brief gathering, and to express my pleasure at working with both of you."
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Packing up after himself and quickly fading from view as everyone prepared to end the meeting, Jonathan moved towards the corridor he'd been escorted through earlier until he stopped at his destination. Entering the room and sitting down on a comfy sofa, he removed a book from his briefcase and began reading. Just a matter of time, now.
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After reading and passing it through to Admiral Orias, he gathered his notes,pens and things he brought with him. While standing up from his chair he signaled his two wingmen to go back to the rendezvous point, in this case their room. When he wanted to drink the last of his juice he already saw Jonathan walking by quickly towards room 010. Without further ado he calmly followed him on a much slower pace and, while thinking about the progress they've made, he entered the room. He saw a comfortable looking chair, walked towards it and sat down.
Daniels :So..... I'm surprised what will happen once Admiral Orias arrives.
Rubbing the bridge of her nose and crumpling the note, Scarlet nods towards the few officers remaining in the room, before rising and exiting. Signaling her usual entrourage to remain at the meeting room, she steps up to the door of the noted room 010, studying the panel before entering. She remains by the door, giving the occupants a curious stare, clasping her hands behind her back.
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Orias gives Jonathon a hard look, before sighing to herself and stepping in, remaining standing by the wall. "Before you say whatever it is you need to say, was the note nessacary? As you noted, this is my ship."
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"Pardon my methods, but old habits die hard"- Jonathan marked a page and stashed the book in his briefcase, not standing up however -"An idea struck me a few moments ago. I'll assume you both are familiar with what happened when the Liberty forces came to clear out the Neo-Terran Front. It seems we've been planning for a lot of things while ignoring the obvious threat: Hale"- he took a pause while fumbling around in his pockets for his watch, checking the time -"We have to assume the Navy will move into the system when it becomes active enough, to «assert their sovereignty»"- Jonathan scowled as he said the last three words, doing air quotes -"Having refugees take shelter within our installations is a good start, but we need to start preparing the inevitable. We either need a way to stop them coming in, or we need a trump card to throw them off balance. And I have just the idea"
Jonathan removed a small object from inside his briefcase. A small holographic projector. Clicking on a button upon its surface, a light blue three-dimensional image formed. A large, triangular-like structure, not unlike a modern Jump Gate, its various parts held together by what appeared to be just plan air.
"I do believe you know what this is, Mister Daniels?"
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While Daniels looked at the hologram he said the following to Jonathan with a smirk.
Daniels :Yes, I know what that is. It's an Ancient Nomad Jump gate and by the looks of it, probably the one located within the Nebula. Now, before you say anything, keep in mind that whatever you're planning lives will be lost. However, for the sake of technological advance, I'd like to know what your train of thought is. Do you mind if I would smoke a cigar in here?
A barely noticeable scowl crossed Jonathan's face before he spoke again.
"Not at all... Go ahead"- he shuffled on his seat, sitting a bit farther away from Daniels -"First of all, I'm well aware of the dangers of meddling with Nomad technology. As I've said before, I've had combat experiences against them while maintaining contracts in the Omicrons. However, that same knowledge also gave me an idea. First of all, I've seen more than a couple of ships foolish enough to go into that Nebula, never to come back. I personally scraped the entire thing, and all I found was a dead Sabre, its nose pointed towards the gate. Now, I've no idea what lies beyond, and frankly, I'd rather not know any time soon. However, our system's proximity to Virginia gives us a unique position and bargaining chip. Like you said yourself, Mister Daniels, Cerberus is already monitoring the gate. I propose we set up a permanent research station, funded by our three parties, with two purposes: first, to ascertain just what danger is the gate is, and second, to allow us some sort of bargaining tool to use against the Liberty Navy. Ancient Alien Gate so close to Liberty space? They'll be nuts NOT to hear us out first: even if the gate is harmless, which I doubt, it's still a powerful trump card. And besides, remember when I mentioned moving the Barge into Turtle Creek? That ship has more than enough presence to maintain any wanna-be explorers away from the thing, while your forces have more than enough plasma to keep stubborn idiots at bay. Together, we might just be able to make something out of this"
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