Savins cringed as his name was called out over the intercom. He looked at the other constables with a grimace and quickly left for Commander Silsbury's office. The Inspector walked through as the door slide open with a ping.
"Is there something the matter, ma'am?" Adam asked with a small smile. "I can get you some tea or crumpets if you'd like ma'am.. although don't you have a uhh secretaries for that..."
The Commander waved off the comment. "Not now Savins. I receieved an invitation for some noble's dinner party and well.."
The nervous Inspector's face lit up. "Ah! I was invited as well! Who knew that I had the qualifications to join for such an occasion! It must be the charm.. the looks.. the..."
Silsbury's cold stare cut the babbling Inspector's sentence. "Yes, yes.. so as such a 'cultural' and 'sensible' person such as yourself.. what are your thoughts on what I should wear?" she asked.
"I uhh... really don't know... a dress perhaps? Pick a color you like and pick it out? I definately won't be going with this uniform.. something a little more sophisticated." Adam began stuttering.
"I see.. well I'll see what I can do then." Silsbury replied.
"Then I shall see you at this dinner party then ma'am. This should be jolly good!"
The Commander looked at Savins and with that, Adam walked out. After a couple steps, the Inspector heard.
"You'd gosh darn better be there!" the Commander yelled.
He sat in the cargo bay of the templar fighter messing around with some type of built in computer communications system when there was a knock at the door picking up his assault rifle he treaded over to the hatch knocking back as the door slide open. A slim fancily dressed man stood at the door.
"Mr Dangen I presume."
"Yep.. What do ya want suit."
The man would reach into his left suit pocket at which point a modified plasma assault rifle pointed at the man's chest. He would freeze his hand still in his pocket nervously speaking.
"Sir please lower your violent device, I do not want to be at the end of that when it discharges."
He'd not move a inch keeping his rifle."How about you open your coat and let me take what ever it was you are reaching for lad, just widen your hand and slide it out."
The messenger would widen his fingers out across his chest sliding his hand out as Chris opened the suit slipping out a letter. "So delivery boys now have to wear suits.... I bet that wasn't in the job description."
"I am a noble messenger, not some common postmen; the only thing that wasn't in the job description was a gun in my face."He'd be talking in a defensive manor as Chris read over the invitation to Lady Lafiel Tarrents birthday invitation.
Quote:
To Celebrate the belated 18th Birthday of Her Ladyship Countess Lafiel Tarrant
His Lordship the Marquis of Araluen Sebastian Tarrant
Requests the pleasure of your company at a reception for his daughter
on Saturday 23rd January 818A.S at Araluen Manor Cambridge
At your convenience you may bring your family and an additional friend but this is only extended to members of the nobility of the admiralty and the government.
RSVP by the 19th details are enclosed. Please present this invitation upon arrival.
"Hmmm I should probably prep my armor and clean my rifle then."
"Sorry GI Joe. It is a formal occasion, so it is preferred you turn up in a suit and try act civilized instead of a mindless barbarian."The messenger would smile trying to get under his skin and succeeded.
Christopher smile sarcastically and mischievously as he looked at the messenger. "Hey don't look now fancy pants but I think you got some mud on you." As the man looked down at his fine tailored suit he'd be launched into the muddy ground behind him as Chris lowered his leg, the messenger would land in the mud being to slow to react his entire back would splash into the mud as the rain poured down on him."Woops."He would say in a sarcastic tone as he walks away closing the door and heading back to what he was doing, smiling happily to his self as the man spewed out insults and threats.
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