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Colonel Googlie passed his hand over the access panel, and the door irised open, admitting young Karla.
She strutted into the Command center war room cocky as only young, successful Crypteia staff had the right to be, and paused before the Colonel, quietly handing him an infocrystal.
He looked around at the others, assembled at his request. The Lieutenant Colonels, Majors and Captains, who, although nominally divided into two loosely formed democratic parties, still formed the backbone of the governing Junta.
The Colonel inserted the crystal, then sank back in his chair to watch, as did the others.
Gasps arose. Colonel Maniac could clearly be seen in earnest discussions with two of the known Gaian lords – Chaos Theory and binTravkin. Papers changed hands, and they were joined by others, unknown to the Junta.
Colonel Googlie let it run its course, then stopped the display, and with a wave of his hands the lights raised in intensity.
He looked round the room.
“There you have it”, he said. “Missing from War council meetings for over a year, and now consorting with other faction leaders”
“Where were these taken?” inquired Lt Colonel Kassiopeia. “Some of the background looked familiar”
Googlie raised an interrogative eyebrow in Karla’s direction.
She snapped to attention and said: “A night club and bar in PK territory, sir. Known as Civgamers – a well-known hang out for many of the faction leaders. We’ve had the Colonel under surveillance for over a year now.”
“And what exactly is he doing there?” inquired Lt Colonel Snoddasmannen.
“Well, sir, that’s a bit unclear. Seems to be some sort of alternate universe discussions he’s involved in. Uses terms I’m not familiar with. Such as OCC, and Pirates, alphax text and rules.”
Colonel Googlie chuckled … “Ah, yes. I’ve been there too. Quite eclectic bunch hang out there. Alternate Reality junkies. But I can see that the Gaian lords have an ulterior motive – they’re trying to distract him from his Sparta duties.
“Well, there’s not much we can do until he returns of his own accord. His counsel is missed, but we’ll survive.
“Meeting adjourned.”
She strutted into the Command center war room cocky as only young, successful Crypteia staff had the right to be, and paused before the Colonel, quietly handing him an infocrystal.
He looked around at the others, assembled at his request. The Lieutenant Colonels, Majors and Captains, who, although nominally divided into two loosely formed democratic parties, still formed the backbone of the governing Junta.
The Colonel inserted the crystal, then sank back in his chair to watch, as did the others.
Gasps arose. Colonel Maniac could clearly be seen in earnest discussions with two of the known Gaian lords – Chaos Theory and binTravkin. Papers changed hands, and they were joined by others, unknown to the Junta.
Colonel Googlie let it run its course, then stopped the display, and with a wave of his hands the lights raised in intensity.
He looked round the room.
“There you have it”, he said. “Missing from War council meetings for over a year, and now consorting with other faction leaders”
“Where were these taken?” inquired Lt Colonel Kassiopeia. “Some of the background looked familiar”
Googlie raised an interrogative eyebrow in Karla’s direction.
She snapped to attention and said: “A night club and bar in PK territory, sir. Known as Civgamers – a well-known hang out for many of the faction leaders. We’ve had the Colonel under surveillance for over a year now.”
“And what exactly is he doing there?” inquired Lt Colonel Snoddasmannen.
“Well, sir, that’s a bit unclear. Seems to be some sort of alternate universe discussions he’s involved in. Uses terms I’m not familiar with. Such as OCC, and Pirates, alphax text and rules.”
Colonel Googlie chuckled … “Ah, yes. I’ve been there too. Quite eclectic bunch hang out there. Alternate Reality junkies. But I can see that the Gaian lords have an ulterior motive – they’re trying to distract him from his Sparta duties.
“Well, there’s not much we can do until he returns of his own accord. His counsel is missed, but we’ll survive.
“Meeting adjourned.”
Wish we had that more often. 
I simply feel that there is little that I can add to these discussions.
j/k...tell me when the life turnchat is am i will be there is always fun.
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