Dark*Matter: Discovery, The First Mission
industrygothica
Adventurer
Nick arrives as scheduled. He presents his identification card as instructed, and is a bit uneasy as the retinal scanner does what it does. When it is finished he looks at it in subtle amazement. And I thought those things were only in the movies...
Falkus
Explorer
Security consisted of the ID lock and the retinal scanner connected to a locked and secure looking door. A couple of hard looking men in suits and sunglasses sat in a booth watching you as you passed through.
"I'm telling you, this just proves my theory. Look at the psych and genetic profiles," a young man was saying to another, middle-aged man, in the conference room as you walked in.
"Rubbish," the other man. "Just like your theory. Extraordinary people simply survive extraordinary events, they aren't attracted to them."
"Gentleman," a third man said. "Our new agents are here."
There were five people in the conference room. One man, seated at the head of the table, who had interrupted the other two, was a middle aged man, with a black hair going to gray.
"I'm Director Lionel Stanfield," he said, introducing himself. "I run this facility. I'm the Department Seven Field Director for Chicago. Why don't you have a seat and we'll begin?"
"And I'm a researcher with Department Fifteen, Leo Callison. I look after our storage and research of unusual items," said a young man with brown hair and a nice suit, one of the men who had been talking when you came in.
"I'm Harland Downing," said the other man. He spoke with a crisp British accent. Late forties, you'd guess. Black hair and green eyes. Looked like a fairly distinguished gentleman. "I'm a specialist," he doesn't expand on that.
"John Ryker," says a fourth man. He's a red head, with a military bearing. "Department Thirteen. I'm the quartermaster here."
"You can call me Z," says the only female present. She's working on a laptop as she talks. Young, early twenties, with green hair and eyes hidden behind sunglasses. "Regional head of Department Fourteen, computing services. I maintain the OSIRS system here, and everything else to do with electronics."
The conference room itself seems fairly standard. A long table, with about twenty or so chairs around it. There was one unusual thing, however. That was a translucent hologram of the planet hovering over some form of projector in the center of the table.
"I'm telling you, this just proves my theory. Look at the psych and genetic profiles," a young man was saying to another, middle-aged man, in the conference room as you walked in.
"Rubbish," the other man. "Just like your theory. Extraordinary people simply survive extraordinary events, they aren't attracted to them."
"Gentleman," a third man said. "Our new agents are here."
There were five people in the conference room. One man, seated at the head of the table, who had interrupted the other two, was a middle aged man, with a black hair going to gray.
"I'm Director Lionel Stanfield," he said, introducing himself. "I run this facility. I'm the Department Seven Field Director for Chicago. Why don't you have a seat and we'll begin?"
"And I'm a researcher with Department Fifteen, Leo Callison. I look after our storage and research of unusual items," said a young man with brown hair and a nice suit, one of the men who had been talking when you came in.
"I'm Harland Downing," said the other man. He spoke with a crisp British accent. Late forties, you'd guess. Black hair and green eyes. Looked like a fairly distinguished gentleman. "I'm a specialist," he doesn't expand on that.
"John Ryker," says a fourth man. He's a red head, with a military bearing. "Department Thirteen. I'm the quartermaster here."
"You can call me Z," says the only female present. She's working on a laptop as she talks. Young, early twenties, with green hair and eyes hidden behind sunglasses. "Regional head of Department Fourteen, computing services. I maintain the OSIRS system here, and everything else to do with electronics."
The conference room itself seems fairly standard. A long table, with about twenty or so chairs around it. There was one unusual thing, however. That was a translucent hologram of the planet hovering over some form of projector in the center of the table.
Friadoc
Explorer
"Cade Black," says Cade as he files away the snipette of conversation that he heard for later usage. With a short nod to each person as they introduce themselves, save for the bare smile that he gives 'Z', Cade takes a seat nearest to the hologram, pulls a thin, black ruggedized laptop out of back pocket inside the lining of his coat and flips it open, turning it on.
He looks ready and eager for the meeting.
He looks ready and eager for the meeting.
industrygothica
Adventurer
Nick intrduces himself to the others in the room. He'll shake hands with them all, assuming they'll take his. He tries to discreetly see of they are wearing any rings that will make them disappear after they're finished talking (basically, he's looking for matching rings). He pauses a second when he sees Z, somewhat taken back be her green hair. Kids these days, he thinks to himself as he takes his seat, ready to begin.
ooc: Make no mistake that Nick is only a character, because in RL, I'd be all over some green hair action!
ooc: Make no mistake that Nick is only a character, because in RL, I'd be all over some green hair action!
Falkus
Explorer
None of the people present seemed to be wearing rings similar to Mr. Smith's. Harland Downing was wearing some sort of amulet, but most of it was under his jacket.
Z glanced at Cade's laptop. "Nice, hey, leave that here overnight sometime," she said. "And I'll upgrade the monitor for retinal scanning and install OSIRS and the necessary access codes. That's our own computer network and operating system. You'll like it. Better than anything on the market, and top security too. I could only ever penetrate the level three security back when I tried to crack it."
Z glanced at Cade's laptop. "Nice, hey, leave that here overnight sometime," she said. "And I'll upgrade the monitor for retinal scanning and install OSIRS and the necessary access codes. That's our own computer network and operating system. You'll like it. Better than anything on the market, and top security too. I could only ever penetrate the level three security back when I tried to crack it."
iwatt
First Post
Larry takes a seat after shaking everybody's hand. He also takes the time for some flirting with Z, knowing that been in good with hackers is always useful. The truth is that Larry is pretty much out of his element when in an obvious buisness meeting, since the only similar circumstances have been when he's running a con. And in those cases he is in control of everything. He was now feeling very much like a mark, not a pleasant sensation at all to be wholly in the dark.
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