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"No, miss... I... look. How many times do I have to say this? My crew salvaged an item of historical and sentimental value, that - if it weren't for their intervention - would have been so much slag in orbit by now. They did not steal it. They do not intend to demand money to return it, although I do expect my expenses to be met. And under no bloody circumstances do they get arrested for showing some god damn initiative and protecting the soul and history of this station!" ::angry

Max Kalesnikov was walking faster and faster, the length of his stride increasing with the anger in his voice. In the crowded hallways of the safe parts of the station people automatically gave him the right of way as he moved purposefully towards the S-K offices. Tired of listening to the secretary agent on the other end, he brusquely cut her off as he entered Sunset-Kalkay.

"I said no, and that's final. The Buddha will be returned once I receive compensation for my expenses and an apology from the Board. Now, I have an important meeting. Good bye."

Having learned from past experience he immediately called up his own agent.

"Yuri? Next time, you deal with her. I'm busy."

The russian then takes a few moments to compose himself, smooths his short hair down, and arrives at the conference room just a few moments after Akole. He nods briefly to him, saying

"Hey, Kip. Didn't you get my message?"

...then turns to the ladies and shakes each of their hands in turn.

"Good day. Max Kalesnikov. Pleased to meet you. Again..." ::smile

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"Hey, Kip. Didn't you get my message?"

Kip looks a little surprised, then gives himself a light slap to the forehead.

*Ouch!* ::blink

"Hello, Max. Yeah, I got it. Just remembered it. Sorry, but I had it totally forgotten." ::blush

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“Sir, delivery from Sunset-Kalkay." The voice from the intercom awakens Kaze from his nap. He’d spent last night working with Ms. Yamashita to ensure that S-K was indeed continuing with their ‘excavation’, and to ensure that he was still on the team.

He opened the door and took the box from the young delivery man. It appeared that S-K had honored his request for a ‘sanitized’ computer for him to use; too bad he wouldn’t really be using it. Opening the box he let out a quiet whistle, it was a nice system, almost as good as his.

Placing the new computer on the table, he laid back down on the bed, closing his eyes; but this time not to sleep. A quick mental command brought up a virtual computer screen in his mind with a blinking cursor. He had met 2 of his potential teammates, now it was time find out what he could about them…

Search running…

Name: Maksimilian Aleksejevic Kalesnikov

Profession: Historian (specialty in mechanics & engineering)

Occupation: Currently unemployed

Current Status: Captain of Peregrine-Class ‘Gagarin’; Ship currently quarantined due to illegal cargo aboard

Name: Kibwe Akole

Profession: Unknown

Occupation: Unknown

Status: Psi Active, Upeo Wa Macho

Current Status: Recently treated at Absolute Zero infirmary; minor wounds to both hands

Search complete…

Kaze, leaned back, it wasn’t much, but it was a start…

He woke up suddenly, his internal computer screaming at him to get up. Kaze took a quick shower, threw on his clothes and headed for S-K, just remembering his new computer at the last minute.

“Hey, sorry I’m late, I’m Kaze.”

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May I ask you something? I'd like a human perspective on this.

"Sure, Ditra." Edana leans forward and smiles encouragingly.

She hunches forward slightly.

We're all programmed to know that Aberrants are twisted, evil abominations; me literally, you by everything you've learned or read. We all know this to be true. Yet Leah - Ms. Wagner - was always very kind to me. She didn't treat me like a human - she was I suppose, in her own way, too honest for that - but she did treat me with respect.

The synthetic seems lost in thought for a second.

I'm beginning to think it's because...we had something in common. We were both inhuman, in a human world.

She gives Edana a strikingly earnest look.

Does that make sense to you? I'm wasting far too much processing time trying to puzzle this all out.

Edana nods as she leans back in the chair. "I think you hit it on the nail, Ditra. I believe, though you are in actuality a synthetic, she bonded with you due to the fact you were different from the rest of us even as she was aware how different you are from her. Even an evil being needs companionship occasionally." ::smile

Turning, she greets the gentlemen as they join the conference. "Welcome, its nice to meet you again."

Then his eyes center on Edana with a questioning look.

"I think, we have met before, but I am not sure about the where and when."

"I believe we worked together for the rescue. I'm Edana. Clair extraordinaire." Rising she puts out her hand for a shake. "You were quite amazing, popping in and pulling the trapped civilians out." ::biggrin

...then turns to the ladies and shakes each of their hands in turn.

"Good day. Max Kalesnikov. Pleased to meet you. Again..."

"And you as well, Mr. Kalesnikov and ... Mr. Kaze?" Smiling, Edana shakes each hand firmly and remains standing next to Kurt. "This is my retainer, Kurt. He'll be traveling with us, wherever we are headed on behalf of S-K."

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"Welcome, its nice to meet you again."

"And you as well, Mr. Kalesnikov and ... Mr. Kaze?" Smiling, Edana shakes each hand firmly and remains standing next to Kurt. "This is my retainer, Kurt. He'll be traveling with us, wherever we are headed on behalf of S-K."

"Heh. Which looks like it's nowhere fast at the moment..." ::dry

The still obviously not very happy Russian pulls out a chair and sits down, running a hand through his hair before releasing a sigh and smiling at the others. Glancing around the table, he then turns to Ditra and asks

"Are we it?"

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Ditra greets each new arrival warmly, and directs them towards the coffee and food.

"Heh. Which looks like it's nowhere fast at the moment..." ::dry

The still obviously not very happy Russian pulls out a chair and sits down, running a hand through his hair before releasing a sigh and smiling at the others. Glancing around the table, he then turns to Ditra and asks

"Are we it?"

Ditra laughs.

Well that's still to be determined - some of the original team members were incapacitated during the attack, and some of them appear to be having possible second thoughts. We are to be joined by at least one more today, a potential replacement for Ms. Santana.

She pauses for a second, then addresses Max directly.

Mr. Kalesnikov, might S-K be able to help with your current legal trouble? If it's just a matter of greasing a few palms, we do that here almost every day - it would be no problem to transfer funds to the appropriate accounts.

The synthetic winks, and smiles sweetly. ::wink

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She pauses for a second, then addresses Max directly.

Mr. Kalesnikov, might S-K be able to help with your current legal trouble? If it's just a matter of greasing a few palms, we do that here almost every day - it would be no problem to transfer funds to the appropriate accounts.

The synthetic winks, and smiles sweetly. ::wink

"I'm sure it wouldn't. But I'd prefer not having to bribe my way out of false accusations. Unless it would otherwise delay our departure - and the goal is interesting enough, of course - I'd prefer sorting it out myself. Although a lawyer or five to explain to these wankers in their own language what I've been trying to tell them all day would be appreciated..."

Helping himself to a strong cup of coffee and a sandwich or two, the lean russian rubs his stubbled chin and says

"So that's five. Ok, no problem. If there's more than two more, I'd like to know, so I can make some adjustments."

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"I'm sure it wouldn't. But I'd prefer not having to bribe my way out of false accusations. Unless it would otherwise delay our departure - and the goal is interesting enough, of course - I'd prefer sorting it out myself. Although a lawyer or five to explain to these wankers in their own language what I've been trying to tell them all day would be appreciated..."

The green-skinned woman nods.

Alright then, contact information for our legal department is now on your minicomp.

Helping himself to a strong cup of coffee and a sandwich or two, the lean russian rubs his stubbled chin and says

"So that's five. Ok, no problem. If there's more than two more, I'd like to know, so I can make some adjustments."

Ditra frowns.

We're still waiting to hear back from a few independant contractors, but it's possible they might not materialize; we'll wait three more minutes and then I'll begin, and latecomers will get a stern look and cold coffee.

Oh, and Ms. Trask would like me to act as her liason in the field, so I'll be joining you, but as a synthetic, my needs are small - four-point-five cubic meters should do nicely. ::smile

OOC: At this point, we're just waiting on schreier and possibly CD, and then we're off!

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Chris Gabriel's ship had just arrived on A-Z last night. His agent had been contacted about a job with a company named S-K. He wasn't sure of the details of the job as he just let his agent deal with those issues. He just cared that he would be getting back in the field again.

,,

It had been almost a year since he was last in the field. His last job had gone well, almost too well. He had convinced himself that he was done, that he could retire. After six months, he realized just how wrong he was.

,,

About an hour before his appointed meeting, he started slipping into his bioVARG. This pretty baby, a chameleon model, had cost him almost all of his savings but it was well worth it. After he slipped the helmet over his head, he grabbed his rifle and slung it across his back and then stuck his pistol in its holster and was off.

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As he walked towards the S-K office, his armor caused somewhat of a stir; it wasn't ever day that people just walked through the station in bioarmor. He had considered going without it until his agent had appraised him of the recent occurances with an aberrant. There was no way he was going to take any chances with his new employer. Also, it never hurt to make a strong first impression.

,,

With that, he walked up to the receptionist at the front desk and smiled (not that you could tell). After a brief but interesting conversation, she directed him to a conference room and told him to look for Ms. Ditra and that he couldn't miss her.

He went through the indicated door and took a quick stock of the group inside. After a moment, he spotted the green woman who had to be Ditra

"Ms. Ditra, my name is Chris Gabriel. I believe my agent has spoken with you?"

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"Ms. Ditra, my name is Chris Gabriel.  I believe my agent has spoken with you?"

Ditra's eyes go wide as the large menacing form looms in the doorway.

Good heavens! Please take off your helmet, it's quite unnerving! ::blink

Once she seems to have recovered her wits, she waves towards the side table.

Help yourself to anything you'd like, Mr. Gabriel, while I make introductions.

She indicates each team member with a slender hand as she speaks.

This is Ms. Edana Lyden, our clairsentient, and Kurt, her driver and aide-de-camp. Professor Maximilian Alexeievich Kalesnikov is formerly of the history department at Oxford University-Luna. Kibwe Akole is our pilot and transport specialist, and this is Kaze, our computer tech.

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Ditra's eyes go wide as the large menacing form looms in the doorway.

Good heavens! Please take off your helmet, it's quite unnerving! ::blink

Once she seems to have recovered her wits, she waves towards the side table.

Help yourself to anything you'd like, Mr. Gabriel, while I make introductions.

She indicates each team member with a slender hand as she speaks.

This is Ms. Edana Lyden, our clairsentient, and Kurt, her driver and aide-de-camp. Professor Maximilian Alexeievich Kalesnikov is formerly of the history department at Oxford University-Luna. Kibwe Akole is our pilot and transport specialist, and this is Kaze, our computer tech.

Chris blushes sheepishly as he takes off his helmet, revealing a surprisingly youthful blonde head.

"I'm so sorry for that. I completely forgot my manners. Please forgive me."

He reaches his hand forward and shakes each of the mentioned individuals' hands in turn.

"It's a pleasure to meet all of you. By the way, you can call me Gabe." he said with a smile. He turned his attention back to Ditra and waited for more information

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Ditra cocks her head to one side and smiles.

It seems that Mr. Temple is ready for us.

She stands and beckons to the team members.

Follow me, please.

With a sort of hushed reverence, she escorts them out of the conference room and down a narrow hall that ends in a dark wooden door. She gave them a quick conspiratorial grin, then places her palm over a silver disk imbedded in the door's surface - after a moment, there's a high rising tone, followed by a dull metallic thud, and the portal slides back and to the side.

Beyond lies that greatest of all luxuries in the Belt: space. The room stretches at least fifteen meters, a grotesque display of power. The floor is hardwood, the walls designed to simulate the timber and rice paper construction of a Nihonjin teahouse; notes of koto music seem to hang in the air, shifting up and down the scale as one moves through them.

"Sonic sculpture," notes Kurt softly.

The back wall is one large holographic faux vista, which provides the room's primary illumination; rather than depicting a traditional nature scene, it presents a stylized landscape based on ancient Chinese wall scrolls. Clouds drift over sheer blue-black peaks, and an unseen wind plays over a forest composed of a thousand tiny brushstrokes.

Apart from six leather chairs and a larger wing-backed chair, the only other furniture in the vast Spartan chamber is a desk, a thick slab of rosewood three meters long that appears to float unaided nearly a meter of the ground. An antique brass lamp with a green glass shade throws a pool of light on its polished surface, illuminating a stack of folders and a gleaming black case.

Silhouetted by the vista stands a large man in a dark suit with his hands behind his back, nearly as broad as he is tall; he appears to be lost in his contemplation of the vista. Ditra clears her throat and he slowly turns.

Please excuse me. He has glossy black hair, a neatly trimmed beard and dull gray eyes; his apologetic smile seems a bit forced, and doesn't rest well on his heavy features.

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Madison Temple, head of Special Projects here at Sunset-Kalkay, and I thank you for coming this morning. He turns to Ditra expectantly.

Mr. Temple, let me introduce you to Edana Lyden, Professor Maximilian Alexeievich Kalesnikov, Kibwe Akole, Chris Gabriel, Kaze and Kurt.

Temple grunts, then shakes any offered hands. Have a seat, please.

He sinks into the wing-baked chair, grabs the folders off the desk and fishes through them with thick fingers, drawing out five, which he peruses with frowning eyes; Ditra makes a motion to leave, but he stops her.

A moment, Ditra - I'd like you to stay and record this, if you don't mind. You will be serving as S-K's official representative on this assignment, and you may also have to brief any latecomers.

Ditra obligingly takes a seat, and waits for Temple to begin; after a few more moments of reading, he rises, steps from behind the massive desk, and stands with his hands clenched behind his back.

Gentlemen, and lady, the contract that I'm offering is rather unusual - my employer, Ms. Trask, has asked that we assist her with a very difficult task.

He leans forward and addresses them directly.

What I am about to say cannot leave this room, which I've been assured is the most secure on all of Fuyoushi. He glances nervously around the large chamber, then continues.

Ms. Trask has a rather unusual…hobby, I suppose you could say: collecting pre-War artifacts. Now, as you can imagine, this sort of thing is frowned upon in modern society, but I don't think I need to remind you that our employer is very wealthy, and therefore operates in a more rarefied environment, both legally and socially, then most of us.

She has several purchasing agents who scour the markets throughout the System, chasing down rumors and making discreet inquiries in the hope of find some new piece for her collection. Many times these items turn out to be clever forgeries, or of significantly poorer quality than we've been led to believe. But every once and a while, they turn out to be something like this -

And with that, he turns and reaches into the black case and pulls out an object: an old-fashioned leather-bound book, which he holds up for their examination. The covers are exquisite, with a thin tracery of gold inlay in the form of a stylized tree on both front and back. The spine bears only the Roman numeral 'V', also in gold.

Normally, Ms Trask would find something like this mildly stimulating - she's old enough remember these, and actually owns quite a few, which is actually illegal in some countries. What is really interesting, however, is the fact that this book is not an antique, or at least not in the normal sense.

He opens the cover and displays the title page, which reads:

Being the Fifth Volume in a Series, Covering the Events between January and December of 2053, in All Areas of the Conflict.

Includes detailed maps, diagrams and illustrations of the Major Battles of the Age, as well as anecdotal accounts, interviews with leading persons, and well-researched speculation.

Thoroughly indexed with footnotes, bibliography and a list of maps and illustrations.

The font is elegant and downright ancient, with long dropped G's, J's and Y's, and the paper is creamy ivory.

Temple smiles grimly and gives the team a little time for this to sink in… ::blink

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Mississippi awoke with a start...

But the stress of the opening warpgate in his already injured body was too much, and he fell from concioness again.

"Quickstraw..."

The Norc'a woke in a guest room, this time. *Moved from my hospital bed to make room for those with more serious injuries, no doubt.* "Baba-lou, what happend? Is everybody ok?"

"Quickstraw, it was very baaad. You were in the hospital recovering from your fight with the Bad Lady when some more Mal Grande Hombre's attacked. Many people were hurt or killed. The Bad Lady got awaaay. It was very bad."

"Yes, I know. I sensed that. What's happening now?"

"You Have an appointmet with the Doctor in an hour, and Sunset-Kalkay in 3. Do you need for me to canclllle?"

"No thank you, I'm almost fully recovered. Please confirm both appointments."

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Temple smiles grimly and gives the team a little time for this to sink in…
"Sorry I'm late, the Doc told me to take it slow."

Underneath Mr. McGraw's hooded cloak, a smile shines on his mis-shapen face (appearance: 1). "Did I miss anything?"

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Max listens through Temple's welcoming speech seemingly only half interested. Eccentric collectors of pre-war artifacts are old news, and he's heard the same words dozens of times before.

[...]And with that, he turns and reaches into the black case and pulls out an object: an old-fashioned leather-bound book, which he holds up for their examination. The covers are exquisite, with a thin tracery of gold inlay in the form of a stylized tree on both front and back. The spine bears only the Roman numeral 'V', also in gold.

When the 'artifact' is revealed, however, his interest is peaked. He leans forward to study the cover and gold inlays while Temple goes on...

Normally, Ms Trask would find something like this mildly stimulating - she's old enough remember these, and actually owns quite a few, which is actually illegal in some countries. What is really interesting, however, is the fact that this book is not an antique, or at least not in the normal sense.

He opens the cover and displays the title page[...].

After quickly reading the text Max mutters

"'Well-researched speculation'... ::rolleyes even the wording is late 19th century. And the binding and type..." He shakes his head a little, then adds

"Someone's been having fun..."

Then he looks up at Temple and asks

"So, it's been dated, I presume? How old is it? And who is the author?"

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He opens the cover and displays the title page, which reads:

Being the Fifth Volume in a Series, Covering the Events between January and December of 2053, in All Areas of the Conflict.

Includes detailed maps, diagrams and illustrations of the Major Battles of the Age, as well as anecdotal accounts, interviews with leading persons, and well-researched speculation.

Thoroughly indexed with footnotes, bibliography and a list of maps and illustrations.

The font is elegant and downright ancient, with long dropped G's, J's and Y's, and the paper is creamy ivory.

Temple smiles grimly and gives the team a little time for this to sink in… ::blink

Gabe looked more intently at the book. He was never a fan of reading but did it when he had to. At least it was a breakdown of battles; could be a useful read. It started to sink in that this dealt specifically with the aberrants. Considering recent events, it could be a very useful document.

Max listens through Temple's welcoming speech seemingly only half interested. Eccentric collectors of pre-war artifacts are old news, and he's heard the same words dozens of times before.

When the 'artifact' is revealed, however, his interest is peaked. He leans forward to study the cover and gold inlays while Temple goes on...

After quickly reading the text Max mutters

"'Well-researched speculation'...  ::rolleyes even the wording is late 19th century. And the binding and type..." He shakes his head a little, then adds

"Someone's been having fun..."

Then he looks up at Temple and asks

"So, it's been dated, I presume? How old is it? And who is the author?"

Gabe looked back at the professor;

"You think it's fake?" he questioned, honestly not knowing what to expect in resposne

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"You think it's fake?" he question, honestly not knowing what to expect in resposne

"I have no idea, which is why I'm asking." ::smile

"The design, language, materials... typical of a late 19th century work. And the topic is a war two centuries later. So either there were clairsentients around in the victorian age... ::wink or someone - for some to me unknown reason - made a history book in a design centuries out of fashion. Luckily it's quite easy to determine how old such items in fact are."

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"Sorry I'm late, the Doc told me to take it slow."

Underneath Mr. McGraw's hooded cloak, a smile shines on his mis-shapen face. "Did I miss anything?"

Ditra smiles broadly and shakes his hand.

Pleased to meet you - Mr. McGraw, isn't it? I'm Ditra, let me introduce you to the rest of the team.

(OOC: After introductions are finished... ::smile)

"I have no idea, which is why I'm asking." ::smile

"The design, language, materials... typical of a late 19th century work. And the topic is a war two centuries later. So either there were clairsentients around in the victorian age...  ::wink or someone - for some to me unknown reason - made a history book in a design centuries out of fashion. Luckily it's quite easy to determine how old such items in fact are."

Temple frowns as he hands the tome to Max for his inspection.

Normally, that is the case, but I do think this volume is less than a hundred years old. We have no idea who the author is - there is absolutely no mention of its origins anywhere to be found between its covers.

The large man leans back against his floating desk and strokes his chin thoughtfully.

The book has two very interesting features. The first is the bibliography, which rather brazenly sites a number of government documents that are most assuredly state secrets; the mysterious author is either highly connected or a master blackmailer, though I suppose other possibilities exist.

Temple's face darkens.

The other, far more disturbing feature is the book's construction. At first glance, it appears to be an ordinary, high-quality piece of bookbinding; however, nothing could be farther from the truth.

He slowly steps over to the wall and presses a panel, which slides back to reveal a well-stocked wet bar; he continues as he pours himself a strong drink.

For starters, the text is not printed onto the paper - it is literally impregnated into it. The paper is in fact crystalline in nature, woven out of countless microscopic filaments in various colors.

Temple returns to his seat and sinks into his chair.

And finally, the pages are not bound to the covers by threading and adhesive - they blend smoothly into the covers, as though they actually grew out of them. The whole thing, pages and all, is made out of some sort of silicon derivative.

He sighs, takes a deep swig and points at the tome.

That book was not printed - it was somehow...summoned into being. ::unsure

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Pleased to meet you - Mr. McGraw, isn't it? I'm Ditra, let me introduce you to the rest of the team.
"I'm very pleased to finally meet you all ::smile "
That book was not printed - it was somehow...summoned into being.
::blink ::blink ::blink "Or maybe grown , somehow? Aberrants were known to do things like that."

Mississippi then sub-vocalizes a request: *Baba-Lou, reference to all known instances of Aberrants 'growing' or otherwise making inanimate objects, please*

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"I'm very pleased to finally meet you all ::smile "

::blink  ::blink  ::blink  "Or maybe grown , somehow?  Aberrants were known to do things like that."

Mississippi then sub-vocalizes a request: *Baba-Lou, reference to all known instances of Aberrants 'growing' or otherwise making inanimate objects, please*

Gabe wasn't sure about the book, but had some experience in investigations;

"Have you had a clair look at it? What about the source who directed you to the item?"

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Eyeing the book with great interest, Edana looks a little annoyed. "I knew I should have study other areas more. Sadly, I am not knowledgeable in the prerequiste areas to help us with the book. I'm more of a... tracker."

Leaning forward, she slides her fingers over the cover, closes her eyes and attunes to the noetic spectrum. [Attunement]

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Eyeing the book with great interest, Edana looks a little annoyed. "I knew I should have study other areas more. Sadly, I am not knowledgeable in the prerequiste areas to help us with the book. I'm more of a... tracker."

Leaning forward, she slides her fingers over the cover, closes her eyes and attunes to the noetic spectrum. [Attunement]

Gabe moved back as Edana reached for the book. He looked back towards Temple, "What other tests have you done? This group doesn't seem like it was put together to just offer opinions. You must have some clue as to the books origin, or at least a place that we can start searching for you."

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"Its no more than fifty years..." her voice drops off as she lifts her hand from it.

"It was formed by an aberrant I'd say. At its creation or near enough it was exposed to a strong taint signature that has faded slowly over time. I'd love to see what a psychometry specialist says about it. They might be able to give us a better clue about its creator.. or atleast a way to follow it back to the source from the owners."

Edana politely moves away from the book for the others to study it as they wish. "Are the usual documents available for perusal? If we can follow the documents back to the owner fifty years ago, maybe he can answer some questions... Even if its a spotty record, I'm sure we can figure something out."

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"Are the usual documents available for perusal? If we can follow the documents back to the owner fifty years ago, maybe he can answer some questions... Even if its a spotty record, I'm sure we can figure something out."

"Precisely! Well put, miss. I too am sure we can figure something out, but I must confess that I have a question for Mr Temple first."

Max looks up from the book and faces Temple.

"Exactly what is it you want us to 'figure out'?"

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Mr. Temple nods as he listens to the various questions, lips resting on steepled fingers.

Here's the gist of it - Ms Trask would like the rest of the set, if any more such volumes exist. You would all be on Sunset-Kalkay's payroll for the duration of your search, receiving bonuses for each volume found. If you can present her with a complete set - well, Ms Trask can be almost ludicrously generous if the mood strikes her.

He takes another sip of his drink and frowns.

Our mutual employer wants a fresh perspective. She will provide you with the name of the dealer and where he is to be found - the rest you will discover on your own. Ms Trask hopes that you might turn up things others might have missed.

Temple presses a stud on his desk, and a small black box rises out of its surface; he then makes a series of rapid keystrokes into an unseen keyboard, and several smooth black cards are spat out onto the table. He pushes the near featureless cards forward with a thick finger.

Each of you, take one of these cards - they access an untraceable account Ms. Trask has set up for you at the Luna branch of Banque Suisse. Use these for any major purchases you may need - outrageous sums will be questioned by your employer, and frivolous or fraudulent charges will be dealt with harshly. Is this perfectly clear?

He turns to Ditra, who has been sitting perfectly still with eyes wide, recording the proceedings.

A copy of the account number and code key should have been uploaded into your registry, as well as the information about the book dealer. Can you verify the transaction?

The synthetic blinks and then smiles.

Yes, the upload is complete, and all files are intact.

Temple then turns to Max.

The book is yours to study for the duration of your investigation, but please do take care of it, and return it to its protective case when not in use.

His gaze falls over the assembled team.

Are there any other questions at this time?

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The book is yours to study for the duration of your investigation, but please do take care of it, and return it to its protective case when not in use.

"Of course," the historian nods.

Are there any other questions at this time?

"Not until I've studied this..."

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"I believe we worked together for the rescue. I'm Edana. Clair extraordinaire." Rising she puts out her hand for a shake. "You were quite amazing, popping in and pulling the trapped civilians out." 

"Thank you. Yeah, I remember. You had done a good job by finding them in the first place, too. I was happy to be able to help." ::blush

" Ah, I am unpolite. I am Kibwe Akole, Pilot and "transport specialist".

He takes her hand and shakes it. When he mentions his psionic abilities his voice gets an ironic bent and he looks a little bit unhappy. ::unsure

After the introductions, he takes a mug of coffee and a sandwich for himself and follows the conversations around him quietly.

When that VarG-suited man enters the room his right hand reflexively grabs into his jacket, trying to pull out an nonexistant gun and he jumps up from his seat. There is a sudden power buildup in the noetics for those who are able to feel it.

Then he realises what he sees, it´s not an attacking Aberrant or Chromatic, and he relaxes again. Sinking back into his seat, he adresses the newcomer.

"Gosh, you are crazy to come in here like that." ::angry ::glare

During the briefing with Mr. Temple he listens carefully looking quite interested but stays quiet.

Are there any other questions at this time?

"Not for the moment."

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"Thank you. Yeah, I remember. You had done a good job by finding them in the first place, too. I was happy to be able to help."

"Thanks, always nice to know before hand that someone is a team player and humble to boot." Winking she squeezes his hand and moves over to the historian.

"Not until I've studied this..."

"If there is anything I can do to help, just let me know." Handing him a card with her name and contact info, she nods to Ditra and leans her head to the side. "I'd like the dealer information. I'm sure we'd all like to run our own searches to see how much we can find out about them."

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"I'd like the dealer information. I'm sure we'd all like to run our own searches to see how much we can find out about them."

Kaze glanced over at the woman and pondered for a moment, then spoke up, "Well, that would seem a bit redundant, wouldn't it? I can assure you that if the information exists in digital format, I'll find it. No point in the rest of you wasting your time. Now, if you have human contacts that might provide some more personal information, that could prove to be relevant."

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"If there is anything I can do to help, just let me know." Handing him a card with her name and contact info[...]

"What...?"

The historian snaps out of his study of the book cover and turns to Edana.

"Oh, my... A card! Feeling medieval, are we?" ::wink

He puts the card inside the book and closes it.

"Well, if there's anything you can do to help, just let me know..." ::smile

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"Gosh, you are crazy to come in here like that." ::angry  ::glare

Gabe smiled a little at that comment. "Honestly, I wasn't willing to take any chances. From what I heard about the last meeting, this seemed appropriate. Obviously, its turned out to be a much more civil discussion. I apologize if I have insulted you." He tried to flash a disarming smile at then return his attention to the topic at hand; the book.

Are there any other questions at this time?
"Well, if there's anything you can do to help, just let me know..." ::smile

Listening to the exchanges, it seemed like Gabe would have to wait for one of the experts to track down some sort of a lead. "If anyone needs me to come along while talking to sources, I'd be happy to. I doubt I'd be able to find any information that any of you missed anyways."

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Kaze glanced over at the woman and pondered for a moment, then spoke up, "Well, that would seem a bit redundant, wouldn't it? I can assure you that if the information exists in digital format, I'll find it. No point in the rest of you wasting your time. Now, if you have human contacts that might provide some more personal information, that could prove to be relevant."

"Of course, Kaze. We'll await your findings then. I'd like to know more before I dig into any of my 'contacts.'"

The historian snaps out of his study of the book cover and turns to Edana.

"Oh, my... A card! Feeling medieval, are we?"

::wink "A personal preference of mine." Laughing, she shakes her head ruefully. "If I think of something, I'll let you know."

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"Well, I don´t think that I know somebody who could answer us some questions about that kind of book. If someone could need my help, just ask, but I have to admit that I have no expirience in investigational workings at all."

Kip takes a questioning look around.

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Kaze glanced around at his fellow teammates; he had downloaded all of their faces and names to the wetware memory of his internal computer. His internal avatar had already begun running searches on each of them.

He grabs his new computer at looks back at Ditra, "Right, well is there anyplace relatively quiet where we can discuss tactics and get down to work?"

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Kaze glanced around at his fellow teammates; he had downloaded all of their faces and names to the wetware memory of his internal computer.  His internal avatar had already begun running searches on each of them.

He grabs his new computer at looks back at Ditra, "Right, well is there anyplace relatively quiet where we can discuss tactics and get down to work?"

The beautiful synthetic strokes her chin with a slender forefinger.

Well, we could head into my office, I suppose - it's a little more comfortable than here, or we can head into the small conference room.

She smiles and faces the others.

A third possibility is heading out for a bite to eat. There are a number of fine resturaunts in Park Sector - I could book us a private room where we won't be disturbed. Do any of you have a preference? ::smile

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A third possibility is heading out for a bite to eat. There are a number of fine resturaunts in Park Sector - I could book us a private room where we won't be disturbed. Do any of you have a preference? ::smile

"I always prefer food, given the choice" the armored man replied with a grin "unless any of you object of course" he said glancing at the rest of the team.

He then looked back at Ditra, "I'll even leave this bulky armor here if you can provide some type of storage"

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