Hello everyone, I'll throw my opinion in for what it's worth.
I agree with everything -except the stationing of BS's in systems. BS's should be free to move around as and when needed.
I for one will be moving mine between Champagne where I'm helping recruits and Burgundy. So flexibility would be a better idea in my opinion.
A man in a uniform loudly enters the bar as he nearly blows the door open.he heads directly towards the bartender with an astounding speed, causing the man to look at him with scared eyes.The name on the officer's suit reads "Q.Chasnial" .
Chasnial slams the table as he adresses the bartender.
"You ! Here ! I command you to bring every officer of this organisation down here to me ! It's getting out of control and I want to know who's there and who isn't ! And we have alot more stuff to discuss.Now, hurry ! I don't care how, but I want everyone working for Le Conseil to be here in the next hour ! Oh, and get me a beer while you're at it."
Then, nervously tapping the floor, he waited for his colleagues to show up.The situation couldn't wait.
(06-14-2019, 12:25 PM)Sombra Hookier Wrote: If everyone was a bit more like Lanakov, the entire world would be more positive. Including pregnancy tests.
During his patrol Weber recieved encrypted message from Le Fouqet bartender: "all officers from Le Conseil need to show themselves at Le Fouqet within and hour - situation is very serious - trassminion out"
Thinking what that could be that serious Weber changed curse to designated destination...
As he entered Le Fouqet only one man was there...at bar was siting guy in uniform drinking beer...Weber recognized him - that is Chasnial... he was rather nervoues - tapping the floor and speking to himself...
"Quentin!! What's going on here??!" Weber started so smile as he scared Chasinal with shouting...
"We have some urgent matter do disscus - bartender give another beer to my friend! - sit here Weber as we wait for all other officer to came...
In a matter of minutes another member of Le Conseil arrived... this one waked in rather slowly, glanced at bartender. He was dressed in his grey suit his eyes were calm as he sat near his companions.
Bonjour mon amis,
As you know our situation is difficult, rumours about our mademoiselle president seems to be true. She has fall into oblivion and we are still here in our struggle. We need to gather as many people as possible, Royalists can't know that we are on the edge of our existence.
Bartender interrupt his tread as he placed bottle of wine on the table. Moreaux fill his glass with red liquid.
Key members of our faction are still active. We are still receiving informations about new recruits that wish to join us. The only thing that we need to do is to be more visible as faction in both Neural Net and ingame. I am well aware that time is key factor on fulfilling those requirements, but I think that it is not impossible.
Other thing that we need to talk is lack of our ministers. Because of that I was thinking in reducing number of ministers to 3.
What are you voice on this matter?
He looked at his companions
Du Lac wearily rubbed his unshaven face, grimacing in the bright Marne sun....''Damn it! What now! Can't a man have rest!''
He stumbled to the control console and saw he had several messages - the most recent seemed urgent - Chasnial wanted a full roll-call.....as Minister of Employment he felt a sudden rush of what he had assumed was guilt.....which turned out to be the remnants of last nights 'festivities'.
'' Let's see....well....technically I'm present -although more in spirit than body....until this blasted hang-over leaves me!'' Patting himself down he counted 2 leg, 2 arms, both eyes and from what he could tell most of his digits - it had been rough night after all.... ''Well.....Alexander Du Lac - all parts present and accounted for!'' He swung his arm up in an attempted salute to an imaginary officer only to spin around and nearly collapse into a heap.
Straightening up he scanned his office/bar and noticed that there was at least one of the stolen bottles of wine from the Cellar of the prince left unopened ~ his fellow 'guests' remained incapacitated so 'Why not?' he thought - 'hair of the dog' is a perfectly acceptable cure for a hang-over. With a bottle opener in hand, he stood face to face with his foe.....
Ceci est Simon Leclerc, je veux juste que vous sachiez que mon bateau est pr?t pour le combat, et mes comp?tences sont ? la disposition du Conseil. Depuis GRN pilotes PF a beaucoup et je ?quipement avance ferai de mon mieux pour progresser ? leur encontre si la bataille se produire.
Translation to common:
This is Simon Leclerc, i just want you to know that my ship is ready for combat, and my skills are at Council disposal. Since GRN has lot pf pilots and advance equipment i will do my best to progress against them if battle occur.