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 Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 3:00 pm
It had been some hours, and his schedule was so off kilter it might as well be buried. It made him itch, but it was unavoidable. Currently he was making his way to the 'guest' quarters where he understood the Galactic agent was being kept. Having sorted through his gear along with Faleen and several other senior folk from the tech department they had decided what was safe to return to him, and Frost had volunteered to be the one to do it.
He wanted to talk to the man, even if only briefly.
He wanted to know what he knew.
Nodding to the guards either side of the door Frost knocked. "Returning authorized gear," he informed the pair, "no need for alarm."
Perhaps the tall thin man had seen Xander. If so, he intended to find out.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 3:14 pm
The guards eyed Frost, then the bag. The one on the right nodded, "Go ahead. He's inna bad mood though. Don't say we didn't warn yeh."
Inside his quarters Star was pacing like a caged animal. It's what he felt like. Sure the cage was nice enough.. it was furnished with simple accommodations, even had its own bath and shower. It wasn't as nice as what he was used to back at Galactic HQ, though. He'd been robbed of his belongings and his one attempt to leave the quarters had gone poorly.
His metal boots clanked with each step as he wore a line in the carpet, walking back and forth.
When the door opened he stopped and turned. "It's about time!" He stared at Frost a moment, then frowned, "Who are you?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 3:19 pm
Frost tilted his head to the side at the display of temper and looked the spindly man up and down slowly, calmly with just a hint of curiosity. He wasn't unattractive when it came down to it, nice legs which were no doubt improved by the boots. "Assessing your gear took time, it could not be rushed. I am sorry that nobody saw fit to notify you of our schedule, though." Schedules were important after all, very important. "I am Agent Frost," the small blond went on, holding the bag out to the Galactic... to the former Galactic. "These are your belongings, those we have deemed it safe to return to you at this time at any rate. Who are you?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 3:27 pm
Star glared at Frost while the man looked him over. He stalked over to snatch the bag from him, frown deepening when he felt how light it was. "You had no right to confiscate my belongings. He carried the bag to his bed, where he dumped the contents out to see what was missing, "When will I get them back?" He seemed content to ignore Frost's question.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 3:31 pm
Frost treated the stick-man to a rather puzzled look. "On the contrary, I was instructed to confiscate anything dangerous. The claws. The missiles. That sort of thing. Until The Boss," why oh why did he have to have such a crass title? "is prepared to trust you, those items will be out of your reach. I can assure you however that they are in safe hands, mine amongst others.... Now I ask you again, who are you? What is your name? I can scarcely address you properly without knowing that, can I?" He was not sure he liked this man's attitude. He would have to wait a little longer to decide though, snap decisions were seldom wise ones.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 5:10 pm
"I didn't bring them here to stage an attack, I brought them here because they're my work." Star snarled, poking through his things. When Frost posed his question again he sighed and spared him a glance, "It's Star. If you break any of my prototypes you'll sincerely regret it."
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 5:15 pm
Frost shrugged slightly. "Your intent is not for me to question, Mister Star," he replied with polite neutrality, "and I assure you I am a... meticulous engineer. I shall not allow harm to come to such interesting pieces of technology as you have brought with you... and created?" If the man had worked on them himself, or better still made them, then he was even more interesting than he had been before. The main point was still to ask him about Xander, but business before pleasure of course. Personal was not the same as important.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 5:24 pm
Star seemed to catch something positive in Frost's tone as he elaborated on his work. He stopped rooting through his belongings and straightened up to look at the other man properly. "Yes... created. They're my personal projects."
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 6:33 am
"Mmmh," Frost gave a slight nod, "quite impressive." They were quite impressive... so it was odd that the man was here. What could have motivated him to leave Galactic - where he surely must have enjoyed a fairly senior position - to an uncertain future in Team Rocket? After a few thoughtful moments Frost said; "I am sure Galactic will miss your expertise; people such as ourselves, capable of innovation, are too few and far between. Why did you decide to leave them and come to us, offering to betray them?" Perhaps Star would choose not to answer, but he saw no harm in asking.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 10:56 am
It was apparent that Frost was winning Star over rapidly. He'd gone from yelling to a faint smirk in a matter of moments. "Yes... they are impressive." He echoed, then arched an eyebrow at the other man's question, "Tsh.." The smirk vanished, "They won't miss anything, nor realize what a valuable asset they've lost. The only designs anyone cares about over there are Deimos'. They put me to work translating and building his ridiculous plans. I kept telling them I could do so much more but did she listen?? Of course not! It was always get back to work, Ian. No consideration for my obvious and abundant talent. She's going to regret her choice when she realizes what I'm capable of!"
At some point Star's explanation had shifted from talking to a shouted monologue. It looked like he might have forgotten Frost was in the room.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 11:14 am
Frost found the monologue... confusing mostly. It was also slightly enlightening though, there was a lot of mention of she, which indicated...? Perhaps a superior he had a personality clash with? He'd have to discuss this conversation with Xander later, he was so good at... this... sort of... thing.....
Blast.
Frost's expression did not change, but even if it had perhaps monologuing Star would not have noticed. "A shame," he said with a shake of his head. "From what I have seen of his work Deimos is quite a genius... but that does not mean that other input should be discounted. It would be foolish to pay attention to but one mind when it comes to tech development, but I suppose as he's the boss he can impose his will and suppress other creativity if he pleases.... Are you looking for a chance like that here? To show what you can do rather than merely work on other people's projects?" He presumed that Star was joining full time
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 11:21 am
Star's eyes twitched back to Frost. Remembering he wasn't alone in the room, he straightened up, "..that's one of several goals. As a matter of fact, I expect I'll be taking over your tech department shortly. I've just returned from a meeting with your boss. We came to a sensible agreement. Once your missing team members are returned, I'll be promoted to an Executive Agent. I expect I'll have all the creative freedom I desire."
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 11:31 am
Frost blinked, raising his eyebrows slightly. "Oh?" That was unexpected to say the least, he had imagine that the man would join as a trainee. "I see," he went on after a moment, expression smoothing back out, "I imagine that must have seemed like a fair trade to him... perhaps to anyone personally missing one of the captured operatives in fact." If such a thing had been demanded of him in return for Xander's safe return and he had been in a position to give it he might well have said yes himself. Emotions were not logical things.
Having Star as head of tech though, he wasn't sure what to make of that. He liked working with Hayes and was enjoying his position as engineering liaison, he was just getting to get started on some really interesting projects.... The situation might not have to change, however, if he demonstrated his competence to Star, if The Boss even intended to keep up his end of the bargain to begin with. For now it was probably safest to assume that he would, not that he would actually behave differently if he knew for sure which kind of uniform Star would end up wearing.
"Perhaps you can answer a question for me," Frost said after a momentary pause. "I have some personal concern for a couple of the captured operatives... the two male blonds, as it happens. Do you know... do you know how they are?" He liked Hayes and Xander... well Xander was Xander.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 11:45 am
Star tilted his head and tapped two long fingers together thoughtfully, "....blonds." He repeated, squinting, "...mmmyes.. I remember them. I visited the captives last night. Several of them appeared a bit... worked over. But all of them were alive. As I recall it was Loreven, the large man with dark hair and one of the blonds who appeared to have had visits with Tethys." He shrugged, "Don't concern yourself. They'll recover."
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 11:57 am
That didn't sound pleasant, but if they would all recover then he supposed he couldn't be too picky given the circumstances. After a few moments of silence, during which Frost looked totally neutral, he gave a slight nod. "Thank you. It is reassuring to know they're all alive, and not critically damaged." He would prefer for them not to have been hurt at all of course but one could not change the past... well not since they'd blown up the Machine in any case, not that the project had been completed at that stage in any case. "Humm, tell me, was the damaged blond close to a brown-haired man with the constitution," and temperament, and apparent brain capacity, "of a Tauros?" That would tell him whether it was Hayes or Xander that had been notably the worse for wear, and he was actually a little pleased with himself for thinking of it.
"How long until they are returned to us?" Frost added as the rather pertinent question occurred to him. "I presume you have a way of locating their vessel, or base, or whatever they call it?"
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