Lunaedies PLANT, Auxiliary Plate Space, Last Ark Facility
AI 0025
4th Cycle of Premier Duodecim
In the somewhat spartan office of Halcyon Ro Burning, the man himself and his trusted friend Keith were pouring over piles of papers. The two were dressed in their official uniforms, at least as official as a modified pilot suit can get, and didn't seem to be working all that hard, however Keith was slowly pacing across the room as he read. Joining the two men in their silence was of course Rem, in her usual spot in a corner to Halcyon's side. Surrounding the young woman was her adopted brother's assortment of Earth related memorabilia, shelves lined with replicas and models of famous Earth buildings and pictures and diagrams of the blue planet. Rem's focus however was on her own set of papers; in her hands were a pencil and a notebook in which she was carefully sketching.
Keith shuffled his feet as he turned around to pace once more to the other side of the office, his uniform's mantles flapping smoothly from the movement. Halcyon looked up at the sound and examined his old ally. "Keith," he said simply, "come here." The rugged soldier stopped and looked at Halcyon quizzically but promptly walked up to the Coordinator's desk nonetheless. He instinctively looked down his friend's papers assuming there was something he was supposed to check, however Halcyon reached up to Keith's head and swiftly plucked a hair from the man's unruly mane while he was momentarily distracted.
Keith made a rather uncharacteristic yelp and looked at Halcyon, clearly perturbed and about to say something but as he opened his mouth he saw a familiar, smug look in those heterochromatic eyes. In his gloved hand, Halcyon held up a dull, silver hair. "Going gray on me, Keith? I thought you said you weren't a fan of the silver fox look," he said with a smile, to which Keith met with a sneer. "Yeah, yeah," he replied, "remind me to put in a complaint to my designer, Test Tube." Despite his best efforts, Keith couldn't finish his line without a smirk and the two men simply laughed at their exchange.
While Halcyon and Keith calmed down from their antics, Rem perked up and looked towards the door. Some moments later, the mechanical door opened and Sylus entered the office. Even before the door opened, the masked cyber-newtype could feel Rem probing for him; the young woman's gaze was fixed on him, but Sylus simply nodded in acknowledgement and approached his superiors. Keith stepped aside to allow the white haired man to deliver his own collection of papers. "Ah, thank you Sylus," said Halcyon, "I'm sorry to trouble you with such a simple job, but frankly we've all been caught off guard by the Lunaedies Board and their incessant lack of scheduling." Sylus stood at attention and replied, "It's no trouble at all sir." Halcyon's eyes darted across the pages as he read, meanwhile Keith went around the desk to examine the papers himself.
A frown slowly crept upon Halcyon's face as he continued to read. Evidently finished, he passed the papers to Keith and brought a hand to his chin in thought.
Pulling a paper from his own pile, Halcyon took a pen and began swiftly writing in information. After the short moment it took him to do so, he handed it to Sylus. "Take this to Avie and tell her 'Stop delta F, retain alpha level and cook until further notice'. She'll know." With that Sylus clicked his heels in salute and exited the office."
As the door shut, Halcyon slumped in his chair slightly. "I should have known supplanting with the Feather was a bad idea." Keith flicked through the papers that were handed to him as he said, "The thing has caused a whole lot more trouble than we expected, but it's still the best thing that could have ever happened to us." He set the papers down and meandered back around to the front of the desk. "Besides, the board will probably be too focused on wrangling the Scarlets to worry about some... minor power fluxes-" Halcyon interrupted with exasperation, "The coupler capacity was down to 90 percent one week and then up to 110 the next, Keith." The older man brought up his hands placatively. "Look, we're still an hour away from the already tentative meeting time. As soon as Avie works her magic, we'll have nothing to worry about," he said. "Save our initial mission with the Feather, of course."
While the two men continued to exchange grievances and reasonings, Rem had gotten back to her drawing. Her pencil delicately detailed the lines of a bird's wing sheltering some sort of boat or vessel.
AI 0025
4th Cycle of Premier Duodecim
In the somewhat spartan office of Halcyon Ro Burning, the man himself and his trusted friend Keith were pouring over piles of papers. The two were dressed in their official uniforms, at least as official as a modified pilot suit can get, and didn't seem to be working all that hard, however Keith was slowly pacing across the room as he read. Joining the two men in their silence was of course Rem, in her usual spot in a corner to Halcyon's side. Surrounding the young woman was her adopted brother's assortment of Earth related memorabilia, shelves lined with replicas and models of famous Earth buildings and pictures and diagrams of the blue planet. Rem's focus however was on her own set of papers; in her hands were a pencil and a notebook in which she was carefully sketching.
Keith shuffled his feet as he turned around to pace once more to the other side of the office, his uniform's mantles flapping smoothly from the movement. Halcyon looked up at the sound and examined his old ally. "Keith," he said simply, "come here." The rugged soldier stopped and looked at Halcyon quizzically but promptly walked up to the Coordinator's desk nonetheless. He instinctively looked down his friend's papers assuming there was something he was supposed to check, however Halcyon reached up to Keith's head and swiftly plucked a hair from the man's unruly mane while he was momentarily distracted.
Keith made a rather uncharacteristic yelp and looked at Halcyon, clearly perturbed and about to say something but as he opened his mouth he saw a familiar, smug look in those heterochromatic eyes. In his gloved hand, Halcyon held up a dull, silver hair. "Going gray on me, Keith? I thought you said you weren't a fan of the silver fox look," he said with a smile, to which Keith met with a sneer. "Yeah, yeah," he replied, "remind me to put in a complaint to my designer, Test Tube." Despite his best efforts, Keith couldn't finish his line without a smirk and the two men simply laughed at their exchange.
While Halcyon and Keith calmed down from their antics, Rem perked up and looked towards the door. Some moments later, the mechanical door opened and Sylus entered the office. Even before the door opened, the masked cyber-newtype could feel Rem probing for him; the young woman's gaze was fixed on him, but Sylus simply nodded in acknowledgement and approached his superiors. Keith stepped aside to allow the white haired man to deliver his own collection of papers. "Ah, thank you Sylus," said Halcyon, "I'm sorry to trouble you with such a simple job, but frankly we've all been caught off guard by the Lunaedies Board and their incessant lack of scheduling." Sylus stood at attention and replied, "It's no trouble at all sir." Halcyon's eyes darted across the pages as he read, meanwhile Keith went around the desk to examine the papers himself.
A frown slowly crept upon Halcyon's face as he continued to read. Evidently finished, he passed the papers to Keith and brought a hand to his chin in thought.
Pulling a paper from his own pile, Halcyon took a pen and began swiftly writing in information. After the short moment it took him to do so, he handed it to Sylus. "Take this to Avie and tell her 'Stop delta F, retain alpha level and cook until further notice'. She'll know." With that Sylus clicked his heels in salute and exited the office."
As the door shut, Halcyon slumped in his chair slightly. "I should have known supplanting with the Feather was a bad idea." Keith flicked through the papers that were handed to him as he said, "The thing has caused a whole lot more trouble than we expected, but it's still the best thing that could have ever happened to us." He set the papers down and meandered back around to the front of the desk. "Besides, the board will probably be too focused on wrangling the Scarlets to worry about some... minor power fluxes-" Halcyon interrupted with exasperation, "The coupler capacity was down to 90 percent one week and then up to 110 the next, Keith." The older man brought up his hands placatively. "Look, we're still an hour away from the already tentative meeting time. As soon as Avie works her magic, we'll have nothing to worry about," he said. "Save our initial mission with the Feather, of course."
While the two men continued to exchange grievances and reasonings, Rem had gotten back to her drawing. Her pencil delicately detailed the lines of a bird's wing sheltering some sort of boat or vessel.
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