The meeting room 7 is a basic room with a huge table and comfortable chair.
The only difference with a normal room is the security system to avoid spying device and intruders.
The room is currently empty, waiting people.
Vorandril had been keeping tabs on the communication's log in regards to the Hunter for a while now and with Cross' arrival and the Admin finally getting himself involved it looked like this might work itself out finally.
Vorandril had made it through the security by virtue of having not brought a single weapon with him in all this. He wore a simple button down shirt and slacks, along with his trench coat. His Fedora would be sitting on the conference table in front of himself as he took a seat and waited for the rest to arrive.
"Ho boy... Here's hoping everyone keeps their head level..." He'd mutter as he took a tiniest sip of his flask before stuffing it back in his coat. If there was anything he'd noted from the talks thus far over the comm channel it was that it seems everyone got on the defensive and stopped -listening- to one another.
Fighting to your last breath is a benchmark, not a goal.
The captain worked his way down to the meeting room, noting Vorandril's entry before stopping at the checkpoint desk. He removed his helmet and pulled his sidearm from the holster at his hip. He set them down on the table and the guard placed them in a magseal container behind his chair.
Stepping inside, his metal boots clanked quietly on the floor, and he addressed the meeting's first guest.
Well, this should be interesting, mm?
Sitting down in one of the chairs, it creaks under the weight of his suit.
Vorandril chuckled and looked up to Trogdor with a faint smile, "Interesting is one way of putting it. I'm just hoping it stays civil and people think before they open their mouths in here. Reinhardt is a proud man, and it seems like he takes criticism poorly. I'd rather not see him get defensive and then close himself off to what we have to say."
He sighed before tapping a finger on the desk a few times, "On one hand there's little reason to not leave the Hunter in his care with a few modifications. On the other hand without those modifications it's really hard to justify what he wants to keep her for. We'll see once everyone's here, I suppose."
Fighting to your last breath is a benchmark, not a goal.
Gesturing for his security escort to wait outside Victor made his way into the meeting room. Smiling as he saw Captain Trogdor, "It has been a long time Captain." Making a gesture that clearly meant he was referencing the current situation, "Sometimes I wonder if our lust for freedom and exploration are both our greatest strength and our greatest weakness."
Nodding at Captain Vorandril, he took a seat, "If you will Captain Vorandril, I'd like to speak with you after our business here is concluded."
Vorandril nodded towards Cross and smiled, "Oh, we will. There's a number of things beyond this that you should get to know. I'm just hoping this ends up quick because the longer we go the more tense it is going to be, and that's counter productive after all."
Fighting to your last breath is a benchmark, not a goal.
The captain frowned. More than an hour had passed and polite conversation had given way to fingertips rapping on the table. He dipped his fingers into the collar of his suit, making contact with buttons that turned the volume up loud enough to be heard in the room.
Escort team, report. Where are Reinhardt and the administrator?
A small spider robot entered the room. A strange glass and iron module on it.
Suddenly a small light ignited inside the module projecting an nearly perfect 3d image of Mr Havelock Vetinari.
Sorry to not be here in person. Some strange emission in omega-50 took me all me time. It seems to be a new base but well. I'll be here in person soon. My ship is already doing the docking procedure.
The pulse wave continued to beckon over the communications channel as he finished a small cup of coffee trying to reflect on his current situation. It seemed either in battle or in a metallic chair he was pushed to test the mettle of his tactical prowess. This time no ships, no fleets, no empire to stand with, just this. He turned over, placing his cup down to finally answer the communication to another round of inquiries. It seemed, he thought, The Zoners rather relish their talks. The message gave the time and location to what he had hoped was the last round of questions. With as terse a response as he could, he gathered himself and headed to this meeting.
Standing outside the room, there were several people spread out on various consoles from one end of the hall to the other. Though people were at their stations, almost no one but himself remained in the hall. Seeing the door to the conference room, he stepped in to the gaze of a few who seemed rather unimpressed with him. Walking to the near head of the table, he managed to maintain a rather neutral expression. His right hand lifted to grasp at the height of one of the chairs as he spoke.'
"I some how feel this stage has been set before where to try to catch the conscience of the king."
He wondered if the Shakespearian reference was lost on them, but it mattered more that he prepared his own mind for what was to come.
Sometimes, when all you want is to gain your freedom, you must be willing to risk it all.
The Captain peered warily at the spider-bot. Security let that thing in? Jeebus. Whatever.
Then Reinhardt entered, and though he wasn't familiar with the reference, he understood the sentiment.
Commander, I hope you realize that we've all gone through a fair bit of trouble to be here, today. It would have been much easier to simply deny your request, reclaim your ship, and move on. We all have things to do, that this meeting is pulling us away from. But I wanted to give you a fair hearing and allow you a chance to convince us that letting you keep your ship isn't a mistake.
My primary concern is this: No amount of rebuilding, reconfiguring, or identity alteration is going to fool anyone into thinking the Cygnus is anything other than a Zoner capital ship. If the actions of your freelance associates earn them enemies, and those enemies find out a Zoner vessel is helping them, they will assume that the Zoners are involved. It will undermine the peaceful relations we try to maintain with everyone, and bad things may happen.
Therefore if I'm to cast my vote in favor of allowing this, you must give us some sort of assurance that Adam Spire's actions will remain as peaceful as possible. I would prefer that the man be present to assure us of this himself, but we apparently weren't able to convince him to attend. And if Spire ever breaks this agreement, you must withdraw the Cygnus' support.