Vikechnok, NGC 2626
Fleet Admiral Sokoa Rekiim III stood in his office of Vikechnok, the farthest planet from their sun. Coldest planet in our solar system. Certainly reflects on us, doesn't it. He chuckled aloud as he contemplated this thought. We're a cold bunch, aren't we? Backstabbing, don't trust anybody... We bear the demeanor of thieves, no matter how just our intentions.He clasped his hands behind his back and looked out the bay window, the cold, or rather lack of warmth, of this particular planet as he gazed through the thin atmosphere to the stars.
Business calls. One can only put off reality for so long. The dictator sat down in his high-backed chair and set down his computer. It wasn't a computer in the sense of a human idea, but an AI. He set down a disc and began typing into an ergonomic keyboard, specially coded to his fingerprints. Once he had completed his password, an AI took form, a 3-d projection of a hologram. The Arcaen who stood before him was dressed in plate armor, a sword hanging from his belt. "Good evening, Fleet Admiral Rekiim. How may I serve you today?" The AI spoke with a proud voice, yet polite. It commanded respect, but did not seek to strip it from others. Once again Rekiim marveled at the brilliance of the AI designers; the AI, Brutus, was marveled off of the human hero King Leonidas of Sparta. Sokoa had been there once, despite the intergalactic ruling. After properly disguising himself, he paid them a visit to see if it was worth helping them. He had decided against it; but had been impressed by their rich culture.
"Can one ever call it evening, ?" The profound leader speculated aloud.
"Of course, based on the position of..."
Rekiim waved his hand, cutting the AI off. "Sorry. Just a bit of thinking aloud. Display emails and read aloud."
The AI gave an acknowledging nod. "Of course. First, from Vice Admiral Prestus Cole."
Nice job with the dreadnought situation. Maybe go out for a drink sometime?
I assume he is referring to the Claw of Bane?"
Rekiim smiled to himself. "Those old pirates. Heh." Two months ago, just yesterday to the ever-youthful Arcaens, a splinter group calling themselves the Claw of Bane managed to steal the blueprints for a new Rho-class dreadnought, which would be the largest ship ever to grace the Arcaec Space Navy. They had managed to build one and terrorize the Merchant Fleet until Rekiim had several agents infiltrate the ship's crew and start a mutiny. They were able to take the ship; stopping the pirating as well as saving the military vast sums of money in not having to build the ship.
"Second, from Lieutenant Commander Sorkil Rekiim."
First things off, I know you're going to chew my head off with the 'military doesn't have favors' bullshit. So anyways, I've been appointed commanding officer of the ASN Aedrus. Wondering if you'll be able to make it to the ceremony. Anyways, some personal news. Reena's positive. Read between the lines. I've got more I need to tell you, but it needs to be in person. This is shit I don't want on the record.
LtCom. S. Rekiim
Sokoa shook his head. His son was a sailor born and bred, and had the mouth to match. "Maybe I should give Earth another try."
Brutus shook his digitalized head. "I would recommend against it, sir. We barely avoided being caught."
"Nonsense. They never knew that we were there."
"Does the name Roswell ring a bell, sir?"
OOC: I got bored and started playing Halo again. I hope that explains any questions about Prestus Cole.