Private Directors Following Their Directives

[Liin Terallo]

The previous night's celebrations and inauguration went without a hitch. Due to all of the security teams on the ground within Ilic City's dome and the fleets monitoring New Cov's orbit, any and all members of warring factions did not extend their hostilities towards eachother on my home soil. New Cov has no enemies and neither do I. This is something that I am very grateful for. Not only that but New Cov's biomolecule resource is also understudied by the major political figures. That in and of itself keeps us out of their crosshairs for domination.

The only worry that I had was if somone amongst the Dark Empire were to show up to start a bit of trouble. And although New Cov has never had any dealings with them, I did sign NCBC on as a signatory of the trade embargo by the Corporate Guild against them. Still, I hardly think that they would be the sort to just come to New Cov with guns a-blazing. Surely an Imperialistic government would have more subtle tactics than that?

I ponder on that and other ventures as I step out of NCBC's old Headquarters on my way to my apartment. Soon it will be that I will not within Ilic's dome very much. A new dome and facility is nearly completed and soon it will be the time for me to pack up most of my belongings and move. I am quite eager to get started on that front and to further pursue my newest position with N&Z. I do not wish to let any of them down.

Walking down the street towards my apartment, I cannot help but notice a man who's face I recognize yet I could not exactly place where. Perhaps he was at the celebration last evening?

After realizing that my gaze remained on him for too long in study, I merely offered him a polite smile and bow of my head as I proceeded to pass him by.

Tag: Allister McAuliffe

 

[Allister McAuliffe]

Directors...Directives

Objective: Meet and Greet

The party was more or less what he expected, several delegates from around the known galaxy gathered under one dome to discuss politics and, with subtle-like tactics, spy on one another. Yet, with all the different representatives and styles of political minds and agendas, the party was successful.

However, though he was not officially chosen to represent the Imperialist Dark Empire, Dr. McAuliffe indeed haunted the gala with his presence. Keeping to himself, barely indulging in conversations, he stuck to the outer reaches of the gathered circles, eavesdropping occasionally. He held two positions among the Imperials. The first, he was one of the Directors of the Security Bureau, and as such, it was duty to listen in on conversations pertaining to the interests of the Dark Empire.

The second was he was the sole Director of the Science Division, a rather new concept to the Dark Empire, and it was here, among the test tubes and experiments, he would bring a Golden Age of scientific advances to the Imperialists. From his scientific mind, he would birth the creations that would see the Dark Empire rise to the forefront of the galactic governments.

And so, after departing from the scene of the party, he felt he needed some fresh air to gather his thoughts. Normally, he was accompanied by his personal guard, but he had ordered them to remain by the ship; he needed quiet time to think. And as he walked, he caught a fleeting glimpse of a woman walking toward him, and upon closer inspection, it was the same woman who hosted the extravaganza. Like the proverbial hamster in the wheel, his mind raced to recollect the woman's name; Liin Terallo .

The woman's polite gesture of a smile and a bow was reciprocated by him in response. After she passed, he spun on his heals, saying over the roar of an aircab overhead, "Excuse me, Miss Terallo. May I have a word with you, please?"

 

[Liin Terallo]

I close my eyes briefly before pausing once I had heard my name being called. I was so close to approaching my apartment. And I was quite naive into thinking that once I was no longer the woman of the hour or the leader of New Cov, that I could almost disappear in obscurity.

Oh how wrong I was, indeed. At least when it comes to off-worlders.

I opened my eyes as I turned on my heel, offering up a polite smile to the man that called upon me. I clasp my hands in front of me and once again give the man a small bow of my head. "Yes of course you may. What can I do for you Mister...?" I cannot recall the man's name and so I leave my sentence open. However his uniform suggests that there is a far more appropriate title that I should have given him. I can only be thankful that my parents were not here to catch such a slight.

Tag: Allister McAuliffe

 

[Allister McAuliffe]

Directors...Directives

Objective: Meet and Greet

"It's doctor actually, Doctor McAuliffe," I responded as politely as I could, briefly giving a recognition to her second gesture to such polite manners. "Forgive my intrusiveness at such a late hour, but we didn't have a chance to speak at the party. And may I congratulate you on a such a marvelous display as well, to bring so many delegates from nearly every corner of the galaxy under one roof. Impressive indeed."

There was much needed to be discussed, he thought to himself. But standing out in the open air, under the cover of night and her glistening stars was not exactly the greatest notion to conduct business, and he knew she would not be at ease to discuss the topics that required the combination of two brilliant minds in her apartment alone with a stranger.

"If you would be so bold to accept my offer to accompany me for some coffee or a spot of tea at the local cafe down the street," he implored to her, now extending her a smile and a gentlemanly nod of his head, "I would be most grateful for the company. And, Miss Terallo, I believe we can help one another, as you may soon discover through the contents of our conversation."

Liin Terallo

 

[Liin Terallo]

I bow my head in acknowledgement of my error. "My apologies, Doctor." I knpw that he holds no offence towards my slight, otherwise I surely would have been scolded or rebuffed by now.

To his compliment I smile and offer a polite nod before looking back over towards the venue. "Thank you. Though I really owe it to my security forces and of course to all of my guests for keeping themselves well composed." And fortunately there was no fighting to be had. It had been hinted to me previously that there was a chance given so many high tensions between them elsewhere in the Galaxy. But perhaps carrying such grievances here on New Cov was completely out of the question. For it would only hurt the Covie in the end.

My eyebrows rise in earnest curiosity at the invitation. Even now I am still always on the clock. Perhaps the transition will take time or this is just have life is meant to be. I do not mind it, however for I am a workaholic indeed. Both Judah Dashiell and Valery Noble have tried in their good hearts to change that, but it is very difficult to challenge one's destiny.

"Well color me intrigued, Doctor McAuliffe. I find it difficult indeed to turn down such an offer." I had an idea of which cafe he had in mind, however I have never been. I can only hope that it's hours are long. It is not very common for me to frequent such establishments; but then again I am now entering a new phase of my career.

I gesture for him to lead the way. "Shall we then?"

Tag: Allister McAuliffe