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| The Speech to End All Speeches | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 4 2016, 03:31 AM (229 Views) | |
| Claire McKenzie | May 26 2016, 11:04 AM Post #16 |
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Claire shrugged, "I'm the best. That and I was next in line after the previous... ten or 15. I tell myself that they all got promotions or retired, but that seems pretty unlikely given her history. " |
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| Angel Ryder | May 27 2016, 12:47 AM Post #17 |
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"Well at least she had the sense to bring you along. She never did like having an aide." Angel said and got up and stretched her arms. "Once when she was assigned to some bullshit task force, I volunteered to help her out. I was on summer vacation my senior year at the Academy and I never had such a headache working for anyone. Does she still ignore agendas and schedules and then... all her notes to transcribe are written in some weird FSS shorthand that I needed to get a fucking decoder ring to figure out. I can run nearly anything, could do that since I was like seventeen years old. Throw me into an office, a starship, starbase, whatever... I can set up a clear line of communication, get teams set up, everything. With her... I actually snuck into my grandfather's liquor cabinet and knocked back a fifth of whatever was small enough to slip into my briefcase JUST so I would actually be able to sleep at night and not have my augment mind racing." Angel grabbed a stuffed animal that was sitting in a corner on the floor and started to squeeze it. "If we had more people like you helping to run things on the backend, peace would be no problem. We can respect borders, communications lines, discuss things like sane people." she sat down and closed her eyes. "I still have no idea how I'm going to tell my daughter that her fiance or boyfriend or whatever the hell they were to each other is still alive. She actually built a ranch with money and resources he left her. Not that I really know her THAT well, I just gave birth to her counterpart and the older one's only been around about a year. But... for a girl who used to drive a pink Porsche and almost out perky's me... becoming a ranch owner. It's shocking. There are days when I really hate these rifts and time travelers we deal with, I really didn't want to know what became of my daughter. I barely knew I was pregnant when the older one showed up. Her father and I were still just dating. I didn't even know Admiral Sandoval was ever going to get married, because her 'son' had the last name Talon and the only Talon we knew was Milo who ran a ranch and was just a friend. It's like... the future is writing the past. And yet... in their future... we never had these talks. Everything went to hell in the next decade and half the quadrant got sucked into a black hole thanks to some ultimate weapon." |
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Vice Admiral Angelica "Angel" Ryder CO TAS Seraphim - 414th Engineering & Planetary Defense Fleet "Yes, I am chronically perky. Deal with it." | |
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