Briefly Bobs eyes shift to the blue scanning bars, then back to normal,
Stratha greets Matt
“I greet you Comrade, I hope the day finds you well”
Bob turns to him, “I too greet you”
“Ah the Loop… From what I gather, you don’t want me in your country? It is a shame. We could bring such unity, and modernazation to your lands… Especially Adama station… But alas, we are not here to make demands of one another. I trust the both of you are going to try the meal my attendent brought? It is a rarity from the Arlenian annex. Quite good, and meaty as well… or so the arlenain minds tell me…”
“The same to you comrade. Name’s Matthew Terrus. And you two are…?” Matt guessed that they were Loopians, but he couldn’t remember having met either of them at any point. Turning slightly, Matt then looked at the cyernet. “Now now, I’m sure they have good reason for not wanting to be assimilated. I know I don’t…well, outside of the fact that if I were assimilated I’d never be re-elected.”
Bob looks over the Pure Cybernet,
“I will not be sampling anything tonight, as I am a mark 7 Cylon Replicant, with Neuralnet uplinks should the Delegate wish to review my operations, However the General Secretary of IL Stratha will most likely partake.”
Stratha interupst him.
“Part of the reason I do not allow Hive Nodes in IL is because it would intergfere with or Cylons, secondly the upgrading to metal violates a good poriton of the Dialectic of Equality, and out injured or crippled are already given Cybernetic enhancements based on the latest Cylon Technology. that and your nodes are repulsive to the race.
although I do know that you possess many of our race due to your war with one of our home planets colony worlds.”
“Bob” is a mark 7 cylon replicant designed to mimick Hikaru when he is occupied,
Stratha, former Shiplord of the 206th Emperor Yower, and current General Secretary of 1 Infinite Loop (hikaru currently being occupied as delegate) Stratha is a Lizard.
I would gladly continue this all night, but it is 11 pm here, I just got off work, and that burrito setting in the deli all day, that I ate, is getting to me. If anyone wants pics of tings other than the ordinary human/Lizard, let me know
OOC: LOL!
IC:
President Terrus frowned. The last thing he wanted, or needed, was for this to turn into an ideological or political debate about packilvanian assimilation.
00C Pak if you have any images of the Race, I woul dlike a couple.
Bob nods his head, “I agree, we are here to sit and talk and socialize, not argue the inferiorities or what not of anyones naitonal situation.”
Matt nodded. This guy must read minds. “I totally agree. We’re here to socialize and, God allow, have fun. Now, who’d like some of that friend chicken?” Somehow, Matt got the idea that between a Cylon and a Cybernet, he wasn’t going to get far with that line.
having finished his coffee and overhearing the conversation, Kreft gives his cup to a waiter and steps toward the lizard, Bob and the president of the FPS. it is obvious he ignores the Packilvanian entourage and he bows deeply, if not a bit stiffly as he leans on his cane.
My greetings to you respected leaders. It is good to see you here.
Stratha Bows, “I greet you sir” Bob also bows, “Greetings, how soes this day find you?”
Stratha turns a eyeturrent toward the fried chicken, (oh yes, I must partake of he yard bird)
The doors open, and Joseph Sutter, trailed by three presidential bodyguards and the Foreign Minister, Denis Moreira, walks in.
“Hello everyone, sorry we’re late. Had some rather questionable shellfish. The Prime Minister’s still kind of incapacitated.”
Pausing to pick up a drink and dismiss the agents, he makes straight for Commander Kreft. They shake hands.
“Ah, Commander. Greetings, and I hope we find you well. Terribly sorry about the media mudslinging match a while ago. Our pressmen, some of them are just foaming-at-the-mouth insane.”
“Father it is then.” He smiled. “I must admit, the nature of your collective conscious does fascinate me. Our earlier experiments in such fields were less than successful… neural overflow, instable personality matrices… even the concensus only manages to store the knowledge of those deceased, rather than any kind of personality. And yet I stand before a living example that the technology can work. Most astounding.”
He leaned over to the cybernet conspiratorially. “I must confess, there is a certain jealousy amongst certain researchers in the library that you have acheived what we failed. Though, of course, we would never publicly admit to that, you understand.”
Pharos cast a gaze over the other occupants of the room. “It seems we are almost all here.”
OOC: The concensus is a neural net containing the knowledge of most dead Librarians for the past 50 years. Nanosequencers typically download the knowledge shortly after death, when neural pathways in the brain are still intact. However, it only has rudimentary personality, sufficient to retrieve/search information, but not to be classified as a sentient being
after smiling and nodding to the Loop representatives, Kreft accepted the rather unexpected handshake
A free press is part of the foundation of a healthy society. There is no need to apologize for that.
“Of course, of course, that much is common sense, but if only everyone thought the same way as you, Commander. Several touchy international incidents have been touched off by other nations taking humour columns much too seriously. Still, that doesn’t make Lyman Flannerty and the staff of the Daily Sun sane. Well, I’m certainly glad we can put that behind us, and perhaps even become friends. You know, ther-”
Suddenly, an agent walks up and whispers in his ear.
“What?.. That mean little… I’m very sorry, Commander, but we’ll have to pick up this conversation over dinner. There’s been a rather alarming development in local politics and I’ve just got to nip outside to deal with it.”
Softly, but very sharply, he whispers to the agent, “Get that idiot General Smyth on the satellite phone. If he thinks he can play with his toy soldiers just because the commander-in-chief is out on business I’ve got a few demotions in store for him.”
(OOC: I’m going off for the weekend. Don’t start the main course without me. 
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Pratt: ‘Good evening Commander.’
Good evening. I see you’ve brought your wife and vice-president. I’m honored, charmed and happy to see each of youresptively.
At the word “wife”, Matt winced slightly, but quickly recovered his face. “Speaking of Vice Presidents…has anyone seen my Vice-President and Cheif Ambassador?”
One Capital City Street, East Pacific Capital City
“I’m telling you officer, I am the Vice-President of FPS, and I have a very important meeting to get to…”
Stratha piles his plate with Fried Chicken and other Goodies,
“by the Emperorshe lowers his eyeturrents this is wonderful smelling food and it will surely go to my hindquarters but it is tasty”
Bob mills about sneeking glances at the one called father, analyzing the initial scan’s data
"very interesting, very, "
Pratt: It’s nice to meet you all. I don’t like to impose, but will dinner begin shortly?
OOC: Is this a buffet? I’ve forgotten :blink: