Post by The Most Holy Sandwich on May 29, 2007 16:44:35 GMT -5
Fort Munster
It was an ordinary and rather boring day in the military offices of Fort Munster. Colonel Abram Hauptman-kleinthomas was sitting at his desk enjoying his lunch, which consisted odff a small bowl of coleslaw and a ruben. While eating, the Colonel was going over the ubiquitous reports and summeries are common to any military installation and comtemplating his plans for the weekend.
The peace of his lunch hour was abruptly shattered when an aide, a young, and rather flustered looking Kersol lieutenant by the name of Talak entered his office unnanounced. Talak had been stationed at fort Munster for the last year and a half, and had proven himself to be quite reliable and very much a stickler for proper protocal, which meant that his unscheduled appearance and lack dishevaled look were indicators that something important, quite likely unpleasent, was in the offing.
Talak wasted no time with formalities, he snapped off a quick salute, and bgan speaking abruptly. "Sir, Begging the Colonel's forgivenes, sir, I've just come form warehouse ten. One of our Class 8 Doom-cannons is missing."
New Brunchia
Less than a half hour after the abrupt cancelation of the Captain Hauptman-kleinthomas' weekend plans, tan Inquisitorial investigation was underway and Empire's top military and diplomatic officials had prepared a dispatch concerning the doom cannon.
Initial results of the investigation revealed, after some rather vigorous question on the part of an Inquisitor, taht two technicians had been paid to secure a weapon by a foreigner party. They techs had selected a Mark I Class 8 Dooncannon for ease of transport, and had snuck it out of the base by switching the packing labels with a defective Mark I that was scheduled to be sent out for decommissoning. They then Switched the labels again with that of a shippmentr of novelty goods, and turned it over to their employers, who made for teh border.
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To all nations of the Federation stop.
We regret to inform you that one of our doom cannons has been misplaced stop
It is currently believed to be in a black shipping container marked as "novelty goods" stop
It is imperative that this container be found and either returned or destroyed stop
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It was an ordinary and rather boring day in the military offices of Fort Munster. Colonel Abram Hauptman-kleinthomas was sitting at his desk enjoying his lunch, which consisted odff a small bowl of coleslaw and a ruben. While eating, the Colonel was going over the ubiquitous reports and summeries are common to any military installation and comtemplating his plans for the weekend.
The peace of his lunch hour was abruptly shattered when an aide, a young, and rather flustered looking Kersol lieutenant by the name of Talak entered his office unnanounced. Talak had been stationed at fort Munster for the last year and a half, and had proven himself to be quite reliable and very much a stickler for proper protocal, which meant that his unscheduled appearance and lack dishevaled look were indicators that something important, quite likely unpleasent, was in the offing.
Talak wasted no time with formalities, he snapped off a quick salute, and bgan speaking abruptly. "Sir, Begging the Colonel's forgivenes, sir, I've just come form warehouse ten. One of our Class 8 Doom-cannons is missing."
New Brunchia
Less than a half hour after the abrupt cancelation of the Captain Hauptman-kleinthomas' weekend plans, tan Inquisitorial investigation was underway and Empire's top military and diplomatic officials had prepared a dispatch concerning the doom cannon.
Initial results of the investigation revealed, after some rather vigorous question on the part of an Inquisitor, taht two technicians had been paid to secure a weapon by a foreigner party. They techs had selected a Mark I Class 8 Dooncannon for ease of transport, and had snuck it out of the base by switching the packing labels with a defective Mark I that was scheduled to be sent out for decommissoning. They then Switched the labels again with that of a shippmentr of novelty goods, and turned it over to their employers, who made for teh border.
...
To all nations of the Federation stop.
We regret to inform you that one of our doom cannons has been misplaced stop
It is currently believed to be in a black shipping container marked as "novelty goods" stop
It is imperative that this container be found and either returned or destroyed stop
End message