Avon Calling - Closed.
Oct 19, 2013 14:18:18 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2013 14:18:18 GMT -5
(Takes place after Where the Pavement Ends)
Shockwave would have to take a very close look at the reports of those who had visited or otherwise had contact with the Neutral Base. He knew he couldn't, wouldn't get to experience the whole gamut of whatever defensive measures the place had. For that matter, the likelihood was high that even with the reports he would only have an understanding, however incomplete, of the passive defenses. And that did not cover, of course, those visits to the place that had not been reported at all. But one had to start somewhere.
He remained still and unreadable as the drone in charge of such matters contacted the base and requested groundbridge permission from whoever at the Neutral site attended to such things. Th reason given was to trade and the fairly large containment unit at the scientist's feet was, indeed, full of small self-contained power cells, rare ore ingots and a few sealed units of heavy gases pressurized to liquid status. There was much one could recover from the vastness of the 'Nemesis'' disposal chambers when squeamishness was set aside.
The drone, as he'd been told, offered all information to the other side of the line, as well as adding the specific request that Shockwave would prefer to trade with medical personnel for raw medical and scientific supplies. The brief silence that followed his designation told him volumes.
He was aware the drones in the background were trying, in their own unsubtle fashion, to sneak looks at him. He was unconcerned by such efforts; at the moment he could only had been said to be mindful of the time lost while he was away from his lab.
A reply came at last. Unnecessarily, the drone turned to him. "The groundbridge will be opening momentarily, sir."
Shockwave merely turned to wait for the blossom and light of the 'bridge. He picked up the crate and stepped through with measured, implacable calm, every sense and sensor ready for what there would be to be learned on the other side.
Shockwave would have to take a very close look at the reports of those who had visited or otherwise had contact with the Neutral Base. He knew he couldn't, wouldn't get to experience the whole gamut of whatever defensive measures the place had. For that matter, the likelihood was high that even with the reports he would only have an understanding, however incomplete, of the passive defenses. And that did not cover, of course, those visits to the place that had not been reported at all. But one had to start somewhere.
He remained still and unreadable as the drone in charge of such matters contacted the base and requested groundbridge permission from whoever at the Neutral site attended to such things. Th reason given was to trade and the fairly large containment unit at the scientist's feet was, indeed, full of small self-contained power cells, rare ore ingots and a few sealed units of heavy gases pressurized to liquid status. There was much one could recover from the vastness of the 'Nemesis'' disposal chambers when squeamishness was set aside.
The drone, as he'd been told, offered all information to the other side of the line, as well as adding the specific request that Shockwave would prefer to trade with medical personnel for raw medical and scientific supplies. The brief silence that followed his designation told him volumes.
He was aware the drones in the background were trying, in their own unsubtle fashion, to sneak looks at him. He was unconcerned by such efforts; at the moment he could only had been said to be mindful of the time lost while he was away from his lab.
A reply came at last. Unnecessarily, the drone turned to him. "The groundbridge will be opening momentarily, sir."
Shockwave merely turned to wait for the blossom and light of the 'bridge. He picked up the crate and stepped through with measured, implacable calm, every sense and sensor ready for what there would be to be learned on the other side.