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Post by Galadare on Jun 4, 2007 18:28:26 GMT -5
You enter a conference room similar to the one you were in earlier, except smaller and better lit. There is a thick buzz in the room that dies as you walk in, briefly allowing you to hear the hum of the ventilation system.
The room’s seats are filled with a variety of men and women in orange jump suits, each shackled ankle and wrist. Holographic name tags burn in front of each occupant. Curiosity is evident in all of their faces, though each inmate colors it with his or her own special flavor of amusement or paranoia. Though the room.
The rooms walls are lined with armed and armored MPs; about twenty in number. They are almost motionless and seem to be at attention, if not on edge. For the most part, however, they are as curious as the inmates they guard.
When you call out the name “Schwartz” a woman labeled Sylvia Willden responds with a “Yessir?” before her cheeks take on a reddish tinge. If at all possible, she looks even more like Ellyna in person than in the photo.
On the opposite side of the room, a bald man labeled Brandon Garrett tramples on the moment. “So, Hunter,” he all but spits the title, “What brings us here on this fine day?”
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Post by Beamer on Jun 5, 2007 21:57:50 GMT -5
Beamer shoots a piercing glare at Garrett suggesting that his crimes are not even close to his track record. “First it is Captain Andrews to you scurvy Garrett, or do I need wear my thrice pointed hat to educate you? Second another snap like that and you lose the option to hear my generous offer of freedom. And Third, thank you for recognizing that this is a fine day, I would have to agree. Sun shining and I am still alive to play head games with the local government.” He smiles with that boyish charm that Ellyna loved and hated so much waiting to see if Garrett speaks back, hearing only silence he continues.
He looks on his list “Batista, Facer, and Kendall I need you all to report to the mech training quarters or head back to your cells.” He glances at each one without any care of their reaction, “If you are willing to help with the small job of brining in a large guppy with me, your record is expunged. It will be a hard fight, but I am confident by your records that you will all survive. Oh and take some food on your way out. Specifically I want to speak with you all separately as you have passed my first interview.” He motions for a few of the weakest looking guards to escort them to the next room. He then calls to the sergeant closest to the door, “Oh be sure to acquire a next room for me while you are escorting them.” His face and body are emotionless, his potential over confidence never looks away from his tablet.
As the three inmates line up the sergeant that Beamer called out to before replies, “I don’t think we have extra rooms Hun—Captain.”
“Well I suggest you either find one, make one, or provide yourself as a cushion in the hall for them and the others I send out.” His expression never varies as he remains focused on the tablet.
The sergeant calls out, “Yessir.” and shuffles out the door with the inmates and two other guards.
Captain Andrews Looks over the rest, they are all murders, or selfish beings that he knows do not deserve a second chance. Of the 23 seated in the room, he only makes eye contact with those on his list.
His stare falls on Pearson and Giuliano, “Pearson, Giuliano. I only want to know one thing. The resources you acquired for the sale of militant parts. What were you going to use it for?” He watches them closely, the intent to determine if they will be honest with him. That is all he cares for in these two. The truth. “Better yet, I want you both to write this down. Just let me know what you planned to use the profits for.” His approach is genuine and more soft than he has been in the past few minutes, it is almost as if he is a different man. He keeps a loose eye on Wilden, ‘This couldn’t possibly be that firey girl from my squad.’ He thinks to himself. He was only away for a couple of weeks. What could have possibly brought her to Earth and why would she be locked up and on the red list, it must be her sister. He mouths to himself, “Please be her sister.”
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Post by Galadare on Jun 6, 2007 21:37:52 GMT -5
Pearson and Giuliano set to work on the essay questions you gave them.
It isn’t long at all before the sergeant returns to inform you that your interview room is ready. Once you relocate, they bring in Garrett first. He sits down across from you.
“Looks like I get to go first,” he says, “Lucky me. What can I do for you, Hunter? You aren’t a captain any more than I’m a colonel. You surrendered that title! Petie would be ashamed.”
(OOC: We can do this one of two ways;
A: You can post a list of the questions you want to ask, taking care to leave space for me to react. I’ll fill in the blanks on my post.
B: We can do this as a series of brief posts, provided we both promise to check the boards on a regular basis (every day or so) so we can reply promptly and keep the thread moving. I prefer a, if you’re game. But if you prefer b, then keep on it.)
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Post by Beamer on Jun 11, 2007 21:09:17 GMT -5
Beamer shows no apparent look of frustration. He just sits across from Garrett and says, "And how do you know that old panther?" He clicks his pistol.
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Post by Galadare on Jun 11, 2007 21:17:31 GMT -5
"We met a few years back. Good thing he's already dead though, it would've killed him to see his son playing stooge to Rodriguez!
"But then maybe not, he was kinda soft at the end there."
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Post by Beamer on Jun 11, 2007 21:35:13 GMT -5
Beamer looks in the back end of his gun lining up his sights so that he would graze Garrett's ear and says, "You are convicted of piracy mate. I suspect that you know all too well that at times you must be a Trojan horse in order to survive."
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Post by Galadare on Jun 11, 2007 21:43:47 GMT -5
"Trojan horse, eh?" He looks you over, then chuckles, "Well I guess so.
"So what's this about then? What game are you playing?"
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Post by Beamer on Jun 12, 2007 12:29:02 GMT -5
Beamer places the gun down on the table close enough for Garrett to obtain if he really wanted to. "This is how I see it, I am stuck on the heathen rock until the quarantine is lifted. So I go along with the hunter rouse until then. The title hunter has some benefits, but not enough as I have seen to take the stench away. Though it did get me off the hook when I commandeered a bike, and then was quickly deemed as too crazy for public good. The Spaniard came in and gave me an out. Now I get to hunt guppies in this rock's biggest ponds. I see by your record that you didn't have a problem killing freely. In fact it may have been a bad decision to put a loaded pistol there. I am offering you the chance to freedom Garrett. You help me and you have the chance at revenge. I look the other way, besides it seems you and Tanaka have a score to settle with each other. I just need to know when it is all over you won't shoot me in the back."
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Post by Galadare on Jun 12, 2007 12:41:28 GMT -5
Garrett chuckles, "I take back what I said about disappointing your old man," He makes a show of sliding his chair away from the table (and "Tweaker"), "I've had my troubles with authority, but I've never been one to bite the hand that feeds me. And I promise not to make any trouble with Tanaka that'll come back to haunt you."
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Post by Beamer on Jun 12, 2007 12:50:09 GMT -5
Beamer smiles, "So why did you do it? Why kill those officers?"
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