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Maurice is floating near the big bay window, Maxwell is closer to the entrance to the lab. “Talked the the A.I. about that, might take a while and what we find might not all that bright.” He grins. Maxwell chuckles “No telling what we’ll find, certainly. Smart cockroaches, dumb ferns, rabbit riflemen… who knows!” Raynaldus…
Tilsworth is presently situated at one of the simulator terminals, running in several columns of figures carefully calculated on paper which is floating nearby on his clipboard. Maxwell floats on in from the other room, a notebook and retractable pen in one hand. After a few minutes pass, Kinako drifts by the hatch leading to…
Tilsworth is situated upon a bench near the fountain, clipboard laying beside him, lost in reflection as he listens to the falling water. Maxwell stretches a bit as he wanders in from the lounge, peering at some paper with assorted things scribbled on. Tilsworth opens his eyes just in time to see Maxwell emerge from…
The holographic image resolves into that of an older man dressed in the uniform of a Vanguard officer standing behind a podium which bears the crest of the Vanguard. On either side are the Vanguard flag and the flag of the Solar Consortium. When he speaks, it is with a voice that is gruff and…