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Final Stations (Sci-fi Nation RP)

@Catchphrase mentioned.

After a while, the meeting came to a close, and Fay stretched out as everyone began to exit the room, giving the girliest little squeal/yawning noise as she did so. "Well, we have an hour or so before the next meeting. Want to see anything particular, Erving, buddy?" She asks, putting one leg on top of the other and glancing at him.

Final Stations (Sci-fi Nation RP)

I'm still here. Just waiting for a meeting to conclude

@Catchphrase

Sorry, I was waiting for you, hahah. Lemme get a post up as an apology.

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Fay nods at him, her face a little pink as she turns to start walking to where the meeting would be taking place. She herself was not a proper member of the Civil Council, however she was attending this one as she had important info to share there (though she would not be sharing anything too sensitive to the civilians). "Thank you, mister Erving." Soon, they arrived at the meeting, and Fay took a seat, motioning to a seat beside her for Erving. Slowly, the room filled up with those attending the meeting. The overseer, the SPL, SPSes and SPSLs, all took their seats, all mentioned on the sheet handed to Erving earlier.

The SPL, Jason Macdonald smiled widely at Fay. "Missus Powell, have you found yourself an admirer?" He asks, jokingly. Fay laughs loudly. "No, Party Leader. This is a diplomat from Epsilon station, Erving Strand, of which we are docked with." Jason and the others at the table all looked to Erving. "Well, mister Strand, it is nice to have you here. Now, however, we must begin this meeting." Jason turned to the other council members, and begins to talk about new rules that may need to be emplaced now that other stations had been found.

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"Ah, well, that's for the help anyways. It goes a long way. Any help we can get is good." Fay gave a warm smile, before turning to talk to some engineers. The soldier that had been with them the whole time decided now would be a good time for lunch, and so left. Turning around, Fay asks, "Would you like to go to the meeting, now?"

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"Thanks. We may have to talk about it. We don't really know what we're doing with the big stuff. We're, Talos, not the station as a whole, are more experienced making smaller drones rather than larger ones." Fay says, turning down a hall and removing her arm from Erving's shoulder to type in passcodes to get further into the station. "They're just a few more bulkheads forward of here."

When they reached the chamber for testing, there was a large room, and in it, an aircraft-looking structure with all sorts of parts everywhere, a group of ten men all walking around with greater enthusiasm than ten minutes ago, since an official had just entered the room. "There's our first test. Not very good, yet." Fay says.

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@Catchphrase mentioned.

Fay grinned, having guessed that Erving was going to follow. Of course, who wouldn't want access into restricted areas. "Of course I don't mind, chap," she says, slowing her pace to walk alongside Erving, and then proceeding to place her arm onto his shoulder. "We'll see all the sights, right?" One of the soldiers and the informant had broken off to do their own things, only the soldier that had accompanied Fay to the meeting staying with them. He chucked to himself, knowing that a 'sight' to Talos was an explosion. This wasn't the case now, though. They couldn't go around blowing things up, even if they did have a nuclear bomb on board.

"We could go to the command center, the armoury, maybe even to the experimenting deck if you wanted. We're trying to work on drones, some of the miners know how to rig things, but it's still a major work in progress." Fay didn't remove her arm from his shoulder as she walked.

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"Now, now. You're a diplomatic guest. If we threw you into a cell that wouldn't be very diplomatic. You may roam around, but keep in mind the interactions going around. You don't want to talk to the wrong person. There will be a Civil council meeting soon, and then possibly a Talos meeting after that. You may attend both, and meet our leaders in turn." Upon walking in, there was an Talos infantryman stationed as a guard, sitting on a chair with a desk in front of him, papers on top.

"Go ahead and laugh that a soldier is sitting with paperwork on guard duty, but know that everything here serves a purpose. The desk is bulletproof, and can be used as cover. The chair is also bulletproof, and the large backrest makes it a moveable shield. He has a panic button, a radio, and a gun, all self explanatory. The papers show our hierarchy structure." With a nod to the infantryman, she took a sheet off of the desk and handed it to Erving. "Take a look at that, it's important you know our structure. It has the structure and the names of those in their ranks, so you know who to talk to if you have problems. Now, run free. The meeting is in..." She looked at the guard at the desk. "Fifteen minutes, ma'am," he says. With a nod, Fay begins walking. "Ask anyone for directions to the civil council area, or just tag along if you want to. It's the only way you'll get to see restricted areas, and it's not a tour."

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Fay smiles innocently, though she says, "Well, you see, Talos squad are not your average squad. We are a special operations team. If you threw her in the brig, she would escape, either through a boarding action from us on the exterior, or using her own skills on the interior. Did you know if you hit beside a bolt holding metal together just hard enough, you can dent it and incave it, which eventually forces the bolt out due to the constant motion. If you manage to angle the bolt, it's easier, since gravity tugs it down and provides extra motion. Enough bolts out, and you've made an opening. Oh, and if Stone tried to kill her, I'm pretty sure that all he would kill is your security team's morale when she draws an automatic rifle."

Fay cackles silently to herself. "After all, you do need to improve your security measures. Your guards didn't even pat us down. Michaels has a hand grenade, a combat knife and a full toolkit on him right now, and I have a knife in my boot as well as a second sidearm in my jacket. We both also have earpieces." As they reached the passage into the WUSO station, Fay shrugs, watching as the operative as well as the guard that had originally stayed at the airlock with the rifles prepared to enter. "What would I do if she wasn't discovered? Let her gather information and send it to me over time. If you made any hostile moves, well, it's not that hard to fashion a home made grenade. Add that to a reactor and we have a situation where suddenly you have to follow our demands or end up blowing up."

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Fay stood up, and nodded respectfully to the board. "Thank you. I will be sure to talk about this to my group. We will be hosting a meeting immediately." Pushing in her chair, Fay turned on her heel, taking only a glance behind her to see if Erving was following, before walking out, her guard in tail, and heading back toward her station. "So, Erving, now that we are our of the meeting, may I ask, informally, what would happen to my operative if she was not to be pulled back to my station?"

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"Oh, don't feel insulted. I sort of knew you'd find out, mister Stone," Fay says. "After all, in a community so small, it wouldn't be hard to find someone new." Taking into account what mister Stone said about the agent remaining there, Fay started to tap her fingers a little. The guard in the corner of the room raises his left hand to his ear, his right arm drooping down nonchalantly, looking like he was just relaxing a little. The pure reality, however unintentional it looked, was that his right hand was closer to his sidearm than before. He began talking in a very hushed and quiet voice, into an earpiece slotted into his left ear.

"The matter of a fact is that she is a highly trained professional, vital to operations of WUSO. She won't be remaining here, thank you very much." Almost cockily, Fay gives a smile and a nod to Stone, one of slight respect, as he had discovered her operative that quickly. Not fast enough, however, Fay knew. They weren't a Wendell special operations team for nothing. "Onto materials, if you looked close enough, you'd realize that a lot of our station consists of different ships. We could probably salvage some bulkheads, and give them as materials. It would cost, however. Mainly food."