Denelo groaned. "Thanks Dax... sounds like we're going to need that Albatross soon. Copy those blueprints and send a copy to my room over on Monterrey, will you? I'll check out the blueprint, maybe make some changes to bring it up to both Legion and my own standards, and have Phoenix start on it tomorrow."
Denelo glanced around the room and then leaned closer to Dax.
"The main problem isn't finding the Dreadnoughts... they're easy enough to find. It's getting one. You may not know this, but it takes about 200 people to run a dreadnought at bare minimum. After a retrieval we would likely have half the Liberty Navy chasing us down. It takes over 600 people to fully operate a Liberty Dreadnought in those conditions, and without full operations, we wouldn't stand a chance. Can you even imagine the complications of sneaking that many people onto a station? Your average station population is about 500 people. So we couldn't sneak that many people on-board - That would double the population! Do you really think no one would notice that? Second problem. A standard issue Liberty Dreadnought, even with full crew, is underarmed and low quality. They do that to prevent things exactly like this. Once they assign a ship, then it's constantly crawling with over 600 people, not even counting the security guards. Do you have any idea how hard it would be to organize a taskforce big enough to storm that kind of ship without bringing an entire fleet into Liberty? Don't mean to be making problems, but I'm just pointing them out. If you have a solution, then by all means, tell me."
Jack Kaine entered the bar. It was mostly empty, save for Mark, a Lieutenant, and a few off-duty Hackers. He sauntered over, and sat down beside his brother.
"Hey, Mark. Another day in the bar?"
"Looks like the senior staff are having a meeting." Mark whispered. Lieutenant Wallace had neither the trust, nor the clearance that Jack did, and he couldn't know.
"Have you been breathing the orange dust?" Jack exclaimed. A couple of Outcasts in the corner, and Jack looked away, and pointed at the bartender. The Outcasts pulled out weapons, and lined up for a shot. The bartender flinched, and the lead Outcast squeezed the trigger. Nothing happened. Puzzled, they looked up just in time to see the DNA cannons resting on the wall. Cardamine had altered their DNA enough so that the cannons did not recognize them. In 2 short milliseconds, the DNA cannons sat up in their perches, scanned the Outcasts, determined they were not human, an... unfortunate error, and fired non-lethal bursts. They would awake several hours later, with a bad headache, and no memory of that night. EM pulses also surrounded the bar, disabling most weaponry, as to make anything more than your run-of-the-mill bar fights impossible.
Mark sighed, and told his brother to stand up.
Jack complied, and Mark shoved him. Jack fell backwards into what appeared to be a wall. And he kept on falling.
The wall shimmered a bit, and returned to its previous state. Jack had ceased moving, and ended up on what seemed to him to be a very lumpy pillow. He turned around to see Executive Commander Mori glaring up at him, covered by his body.
"Damn, sorry sir." Jack said. He thought he heard almost a hissing, coming from through the wall. He knew that noise to be his brother laughing, and probably ordering another drink.
"Uh, sir?" Jack tentatively said. "I couldn't help but hearing your situation, and I may have a solution."
ooc: Had to find a way into the meeting somehow, Mark's disgraced, but Jack's my golden boy of my 4 characters.... One of whom which is a girl....
This was at 3:30 in the morning, couldn't sleep, so took 5 or so minutes to think this up.
I am a long-absent Supreme Commander, Executive Commander, Grand Admiral, Fleet Admiral, and Captain in the mighty Hellfire Legion. I have returned, and am on an urgent mission from Drake Thastus to return the Legion to its former glory, and to claim the galaxy for its own. Only then will I be able to rest.
RP Story (Still deciding whether or not to finish)
Denelo shook his head. How was it that people always 'happened' to overhear others. He then stood up, and ordered Jack to attention. When Jack snapped to attention, Denelo said: "Not at ease! Present solution Lieutenant!"
Dax watched intrigued by one of the Kaine Brothers having a solution. He withheld his for the time being. Wondering if Kaine's was a good idea. Dax turned to Kai and they both finished off their shots and poured another round. "So do you think that Kaine will come up with a decent idea? Or am I gonna have to make another display..." Dax whispered
Kai leaned over, "Let's give him the benefit of the doubt."
John took another sip of his beverage, he and the other two waited and watched...
Meanwhile, Informant Tarlkor Mori had called all the low ranking members to the bar, offering free drinks to those who would come help him with a little problem. While he was waiting for them to show up, he ordered a drinks for himself and sat down at a large table.
Jack stood nervously, thinking of a solution which he did not have. Then, it hit him.
"Sir, why don't we disguise ourselves as DSE workers, and propose to construct a new shipyard for Liberty. We can have Legion workers on it, and we can continue to siphon off ships, in small amounts, for quite a while. Liberty is at a lack of ships, and I'm sure they'd be glad to have a new shipyard to complement Norfolk and Baltimore. As soon as construction for a few Liberty Dreadnoughts, and possibly a Carrier or two, is complete, we man skeleton crews on the ships, enough to keep them going, and report to the Navy that we are taking them out for sea trials.
"They'll have no idea until a few weeks later when they don't come back..."
ooc: Heh, thought of this in about 30 seconds, give me a break.
I am a long-absent Supreme Commander, Executive Commander, Grand Admiral, Fleet Admiral, and Captain in the mighty Hellfire Legion. I have returned, and am on an urgent mission from Drake Thastus to return the Legion to its former glory, and to claim the galaxy for its own. Only then will I be able to rest.
RP Story (Still deciding whether or not to finish)
"You know... that might just be crazy enough to work." Denelo said. "Good work. I would offer to let you join our meeting, but I believe my brother, Informant Mori, would like to speak with you at his table. Dismissed."
Denelo watched Jack walk out of the secret room, then sat back down.
"Do either of you have another solution? If so, we'll just hear that one too and try to decide between the two."
A dark figure walks along the corridor leading towards the bar. He's unsteady on his feet and his face is covered in grease and dirt. His arms and hands are bruised from several days of hard work and his feet are swollen in his boots from climbing about in the ventilation shafts and power ducts of the Fafnir.
His trembling hand reaches for the door and slowly he pushes it open. The bustle and murmur of the interior hits him like a tidal wave, but he recovers quickly and moves towards the counter. He clumsily falls onto a bar stool and looks at the bartender with weary eyes.
"Ice cold Vodka, please. And something to eat. I'm starving."
"Right away, Mister." the bartender answers. "On whose tab do I put this?"
"Schmeling's. And get yourself a nice tip, too."
The bartender smiles broadly and is about to move off, as Gruber holds him back.
"One more thing - can you get me a towel or something? I gotta get rid of this dirt."
"Sure thing, Mister."
Gruber puts his arms on the counter and lays his head to rest on his forearms.
"Finally. The work is finished."
OOC: Yah! Both exams are over and passed. Now I just gotta get my written confirmation and this semester is DONE WITH!:yahoo:
I guess I'll start playing in 2 days or so.:)
Informant Mori glances at a table, then calls Gruber over. As Gruber sits down at Tarlkor's table, Tarlkor says: "Hey Gruber, glad to see your finally done fixing up the Fafnir. Denelo'll glad to see you back... you know, he's been promoted again. Executive Commander. I would call him over, but he's in a private meeting. I'll get him to come over once they're done in there."
ooc: YAY! We're at war by the way... Against the South Alliance. We're beating them into pulp.