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 Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 10:03 pm
A serpent like transparent image slowly slithers from the ground up and coils straight some what than slowly Kassatsu is seen in the coil as it fades away. Kassatsu walks out of it as if nothing happened and sees the complex of the shuttle and takes a puff of his cigarret and smiles than looks back down at the front area and walks towards it. He couldn't really see much of people and didn't know when the shuttle would launch but had a feeling there will be some announcement before boarding. So he goes over to the building and leans back against it and waits while smoking.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 8:33 pm
Kassatsu approaching the Grave would be considered alright for the most part, though they weren't expecting visitors. Like any sort of airfield there was a barbed wire fence leading around the complex and adjacent airfield. There was of course a building set up to take passengers, guards milling about, clerks at desks. The man would simply have to go in through the glass doors and talk to someone to find out what was going on.
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Meanwhile on the Cradle preparations were being made for the up and coming event. Chatter ran through the ranks about who was invited, who got stuck serving, and other things. In the Garden workers were moving about the roof, altering the ceiling and making adjustments. Every so often a device would be attached, specifically in the ballroom. These devices were short poles, about two feet in length with a sturdy base that socketed into the ceiling.
It was a tedious process since they couldn't disrupt the soft soil with cranes or larger machines, and so it was taking some time. Every so often energy flared to the devices in controlled bursts, imagery flaring to life before the holographic emitters. The images were being formed before the rods, as to assist each other in creating a perfect veil of the chosen image.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 7:01 pm
The crew of the Cradle weren't the only ones busy as Tegral himself stood before a com terminal in his private quarters. Spacious, especially considering he was on a space station, and reserved were a few choice words to describe his living arangements with soft hues of red, black, and gray. The main room consisted of a rather quaint sitting area, a glass table with a pair of customized .454 Casull magnum pistols laying cross barreled lined with four chairs in a soft red color with the feel of silk about the cushions, and a large oak desk fitted across the room hosted a variety of computer terminal screens linking Tegral almost anywhere on the ship.
"Alright, thank you Captain Izatona, I do hope to see you and your lovely wife at the gala." Tegral said into the air, the figure staring back at him was that of an elder man with gray fringes in his dark black hair with a bold nose and a strong jaw line. Nearly ugly, nearly.
The captain's confirmation came in the usual crisp, "Yes sir!" As Tegral shut the console down. Almost seven straight hours of this bull s**t, he realized as he gazed at a bulk head and saw the digital time feed in the lower right corner of his vision. Maybe it was time for a break, a nice bath and maybe a book to read. With a roll of his eyes, knowing that that peaceful image was just in his imagination, Tegral started towards one of the three doors in the main room. The first door lead out into the hallway, and of course the rest of the Cradle, the second door - the one Tegral was currently shuffling towards - led to his bedroom. The door hissed opened, lights flickering on to reveal the fair sized double canopy bed with guns and weapons lining the walls. A Colt .45, an almost exact replica of the previously issued M1911's used during World War II on earth, lay perfectly propped up on a stand that stood not even five feet from the bed. A classic M79 gernade launcher, it's hollowed middle cracked open with five gernade shells hanging beside the weapon. There were also some stranger weapons still, weapons obviously not found in any relation to earth, lineing the walls and decorating stands about the room.
"Gah, what a day." Tegral mumbled to himself as he tossed his classy looking business suit over the edge of one of the two chairs in his room, the buttons of his creamy white shirt falling open and hanging there as he flopped onto bed. His body was immaculate, bio-engineered to be the strongest organic substance in known existance, his perfectly measured shoulders set the frame for the rest of his body. Like his buldging biceps and rippling abdominal muscles. One could only imagine what he looked without the few scrapings of clothes hindering view.
With barely both his shoes off Tegral climbed into bed and decided on a nap. Contacting four different Captains, three of which commanded their own little fleets of destroyers or cruisers, and dealing with four different jumped up douche` bags who thought themselves kings or queens of the galaxy until Tegral shows up with his flashy admiral rank and shuts them down quick. Oh what a day.
Activate Unit 0021.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 3:45 am
((Crap I knew I had to be more detailed in such a thing, thanks for informing me KB))
Kassatsu stands there a bit thinking how this looks a bit much but he thought differently when he remembered what kind of event he was invited to. He couldn't turn away from this if it meant getting answers he needed without making his master suspicious to his activities. He took one last puff of his cigarret and than moved up to an entrance and waited there a bit looking around. He could see some guards and what looks to be important people and took in the sight of the place slowly.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 5:02 pm
Eventually, a cleark would swivel his way around a desk and brskly walk to the front door. Pulling it open he regarded the stranger with a smile, his tie clipped to his buttoned white shirt. It wasn't so much a uniform as it was a business casual look, obvious that this young man was recently employed. "Hey there, what can I do for ya?" He asked politely, wondering why someone would wander towards the place.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 10:31 pm
Kassatsu looks the young man over a bit from bottom to top in that order. He smiles holding his cigarret over his lower half of his face now having his shades off and showing his eyes to him. His tone and stance a very relax but buisness like.
"Well your very kind to come all the way around the front desk to see if I need help."
Moves up a bit close and moves the cigarret away from his face and down to his side while giving a very attractive smile.
"Alittle robot sent me here as an invite to a small party on a little thing called the Cradle. And he said I could find a nice ride there from a shuttle here when the time came, so I thought I would come early to see what kind of place this is and who I might meet, and it does seem to have interesting people."
Kassatsu shuts his eyes while smiling than moves back away and puts his shades back on. His cigarret still in his other hand while his left held his cane.
"If need be I'll glady wait out here, though I could use a warm seat and possibly a cup of coffee?"
He was used to acting in such a manner as a playful act but he remembered using it on someone long time ago and how that turned out and made him a bit sad inside but not showing it on the outside.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 10:37 pm
The clerk smiled politely at the first comment, one of those smiles that said he was happy to do his job. Of course he was a bit unnerved when this man approached and smiled, feeling some sort of weird gay vibe, especially at having been looked over. Shrugging and scratching the back of his head nervously, his free hand gestured towards the door. "Happy to help, and yes, the Cradle will be holding the Gala in the near future. Preparations ont he shuttle for that event are currently in the process. It's going to be quite the day for us down here, coordinating with them and all that." Catching himself rambling, he started towards the door. "Come along with me and we'll get you some coffee." He said, entering the building.
Quickly he led the man towards their break room, a rather normal room with a table and some chairs. A few magazines were laying around, the fridge covered in announcements. "Coffee's there." He said, pointing to the nearby steaming pot. There were several clean mugs nearby, as well as cream and sugar and whatnot.
Apparently security measures were rather relaxed.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 10:42 pm
Kassatsu got the idea from the man of being uncomfortable, than gave a small laugh. He than nodded and put his cigarret out being entering the place and fallowed. He looked over the place a bit than walked over to give himself a cup of coffee.
"So the shuttle is currently under getting prepared, would there be any chance of seeing the production of such a thing in person? Or would I have to wait till depature?"
Kassatsu than turns around than looks at a few magazines while sipping his coffee and standing. One of them he holds is just an everday magazine for guys and flips through the pages. He stops at a few reading a few small parts than continues. He couldn't help but smile at the idea of how he acts at times towards people to throw everyone he knows off of his real persona.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 10:49 pm
The clerk shrugged to himself, poking his head out to motion to his desk. A coworker rolled her eyes before sidling into his place, and he thanked her with a wink. "You wanna see Seifer huh? It's supposed to be a bit of a surprise, but I guess I could show you the outside." He told the man. Swiping a coat from a nearby rack he slipped it on, his hand fishing a keycard from the pocket. "The name's Mike, and you are?" He asked, motioning for Kassatsu to follow him as he pushed out an opposite door that led into the airfield. Nearby there were several small vehicles similar to those for luggage-carrying. He slid into the driver seat of one, waiting for this man to hop into the passenger side of the open-top two-man tug.
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 3:04 am
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F:\Hive Protocol JK%-44
WARNING. Diagnostic Failure. Please contact local administrator. Error code:
01000001011100110110001101100101011011100111001101101
00101101111011011100010000001100110011100100110111101
10110100100000010011010110000101100011011010000110100
1011011100110010100101110
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 5:56 pm
Kassatsu watched and fallowed the young man. He listend to his name and the name of the shuttle he said. He wondered what else could be happening right now with the invites. He figured there will be a gerat deal of people showing up to this and wondered who will be there.
"My name is Kassatsu."
He walked over and took his seat that was being left open for him and sat down. He than leaned back in the seat and took the view in.
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 6:26 pm
"Huh... Does that mean something?" He asked in an off-hand manner as they drove, passing the time as the small vehicle scooted along. It would only take a minute or two for them to cross the airfield and get to the nearby hangars. Off to the left one of the hangar doors was still ajar, four distinct forms covered in sheets could be seen through the space.
Some form of fighter the shapes would suggest.
Still, the pair finnaly found themselves in the desired area. With a smile Mike waved back the nearby guard, swiping his keycard and taking a step back. The name and face that appeared on the scanner flashed briefly, not matching that of Mike. The man seemed much older, quite stern, maybe a supervisor?
"And here it is!" he exclaimed, as the door slid away to reveal a crew of men and women working on a nearby craft. The thing was large for a shuttle, a gleaming white with some markings and codes. Emblazened on the tail section was a blood drop, white wings reaching around from it's back to engluf it protectively. Despite the fact that crews were still busy at work the vessel was quite clean looking. It was like the boeing 747 of spcial transportation, just severely nicer looking.
SEIFER
It could be seen elegantly writ upon the vessel's side, the name intwined with green thorny vines sprouting white blossomed flowers with yellow centers.
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 12:24 am
Flight bays buzzed to life with uncanny precision, like the eyes of a beast opening to gaze upon prey. It would seem routine, and thus the movements and quirks of the fighters, drones, and other such units was vastly overlooked. The code that had flashed briefly had been reported, though with the number of kinks it too had been overlooked. The hive worked, and the Cradle cared not for whichever means attained their ends.
Run file 3-33-33... Failure.
Run file 3-33-34... Failure.
Open F:... Access Denied.
F:Hive Protocol JK%-44... File not Found.
Open B:Assimilation Materials file 555-GDT... OPEN.
Run file 555-GDT (Ascension Protocol)... Success!
01000001011010110110010101101110011101000110100
00110111101101110001000000110111101101110011011
0001101001011011100110010100101110
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 5:15 pm
Kassatsu was actually amazed by the look of the crafts, they seemed very well made if not something he could never imagen in such an early age. He than smirked and looked back over to the young clerk driving.
"Well, from what I'm told its something my mother seem to see in me, as if she fortold my life before I even decided and picked this name for me, other than that it doesn't mean much."
He hid some truth to his words and kept his name secret. He pulled out another cigarret and lit it up and took a puff off it. He than looked around and than back at the shuttle, Seifer. It was an amusing sight none the less. Its shape, form, all around look would give any person of any knowledge of technology an awe for sure. He smiled after think such a thing.
"So, if the ride in style is such a wonderous sight, I can only now imagen how the cradle in the deep darkness will feel towards it guests."
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 6:29 pm
Mike shrugged as he lounged, looking over the shuttle casually. "There was a cemand for comfort, so that's pretty much the biggest focus. I think at this rate the Seifer might only make one or two runs..." He lamented, wondering what the haulers were up to. A quick glance over his shoulder saw a larger, bulkier craft barreling down the mass driver.
It wasn't long before the craft had reached the end, pulling off the steep grade and into the sky. One could only wonder where the thing was going, as the Cradle was still yet to be seen by many.
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