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Observation Room | 1040hrs AST
15th January 2018
Simon Station, King Tomasso Land
Antargis
-4.8°C

 

Trans-Continental Science Initiative: Simon Station
Personnel Information

Name: Emily Kolle
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Nationality: Prymontian
Profession: Biology
Speciality: Zoology
Personnel category: Scientist

 

Emily gently closed the front page of her sketchbook and set it aside, slotting the pencil into the ring spine. She'd perched herself on the window ledge of the observation room to enjoy the views, and had caught sight of a few lost penguins. The past two hours had been spent sketching them in various poses, with her sub-conscience observing their behaviour. Once they'd waddled out of view, far beyond the horizon, she could sketch no more.

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The young student from the University of Canastota had been selected to accompany her professor in a trip to the ISTC's Simon Station in Antargis. They were part of the group's university research department, which consisted of two other members from the Courtmarsh University too. They'd arrived a few days before, and Emily had spent that time briefing with her professor and the rest of the group. Now that the real work had started, she was free to relax and spend her time as she wished. Of course, there were overhead objectives: penguins were strictly a southern hemisphere feature, and were rarely studied by Prymontians. It would be her duty to collect data on them and to select a handful of subjects to track. That would mean leaving the warmth and comfort of the Simon Station to venture into the cold unknown, but being a northern girl herself, Emily was fine with that. 

The current morning had been spent watching a handful of penguins and drawing them, with a few notes here and there. Now that they'd disappeared, she pulled her laptop out and began transferring what she'd stored, both mentally and physically, onto her digital files. She shivered slightly and burrowed further into her thick sweater, reaching for the coffee flask that never left her side. Sitting by the window made it hard to ignore the harsh chill of the outside world, despite the best attempts of the heaters inside. 

As she worked the keyboard, her mind drifted to the variety of characters she'd already met. There were a bunch of charming Magneans who'd offered her very humbling compliments and a selection of chocolates, both of which had made her blush deeply. Then there were the Sunset Sea Islandians, who were also very kind and welcoming. Their warm personalities had helped to keep out the cold, and Emily was able to gain an insight into a life under surveillance. So far, she'd learned that they didn't mind. Finally she'd come across the Lysians, who were equally as charming as their Magnean counterparts but spoke about wine and fine dining, two topics a student on a tight budget didn't understand. All in all, she was happy to be working with different individuals who came from all walks of life, and was keen to join them on expeditions into the wilderness.

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-03 LT 044012 MT


Quintidi XXV Nivôse CCXXVI


Station Alpha, Terre Liberté, Antargis


-4.8°C

Initiative Scientifique Trans-Continentale : Station Alpha


Informations
Nom : Vongirard
Prénom : Marlène
Sexe : Female
Âge : 27
Nationalité : Lysian
Profession : Chef Pâtissière
Specialité : Soufflé Grand Marnier

This was it, a long way across seas and oceans to land there, effectively after having broken up with her boyfriend after a 6 years old relationship, this may happen, a life mistake, from which she was hoping to learn from. She since a few months of the breakup, decided to take a sabbatical year, for now, she has been traveling in Kualoa, Miiros, Orioni, Futanarien and @Sunset Sea Islands , fortunately for her she had enough resources accumulated with her previous years for allowing those expenses, after all, she was the youngest ever named “Premier Pâtissier de Fleur de Lys”, a title lusted by many. She had stopped practicing her art and passion for a few months now, and she doesn’t know how, but the Lysian administration still called her services, as effectively you’re obligated as a Lysian citizen to serve a month each 5 years in the Army, with a 1 year service along classes between 19 and 20, something pushing teenagers to go in the fields they wished and to learn more about active life. 1 month, that’s how long she was supposed to serve, and knowing her historic, the Lysians, naturally aware that international cooperation means a sick stomach, had thought of her in order to lead the most important part in a meal, even more, when it’s -5° outside. Marlène may have declined, after all, she had still 3 years more to do her 1-month service, but being in the optic of travelling and discovering new parts of the World, she couldn’t resist but to accept.

Lysians absolutely wished their liaisons to be on site, making a few engineers personnel being stationed in a rather very light airport, from where the supplies would arrive, and where our dear Marlène would land with all the cooking personnel. A woman in the cuisine, this was stereotypical some may think, but in reality -at least in Fleur de Lys- the cuisines were mainly a man-dominated sector, making Marlène the only woman in her group while when coming to Lysians scientists it was a bit the other way around. Those expenses were great for the Lysian Government, even if all of this was part of an international cooperation program, the ISTC, and Lysians couldn’t just consider having their scientists starving in Antargis, the reason of such deployment by Marlène. The first thing we may naturally observe was when she got out of the plane, how cold it naturally was, she had no training in such conditions, as her job would be mainly to remain inside for a month, she may imagine already the wonderful plates she would accomplish, knowing that the Lysians were very careful on budget, but with one little exception, and this one was the cuisine, those had no imposed budget on the contrary of all the other services, making the greatest Chefs enjoy of their military service to, at the expense of the state, test the plate of tomorrow. 5, that’s how many they shall be in the cuisine, a Chef de Cuisine and his Second, Chef de Partie, Boulanger and Pâtissier, this was it, and eventually one of the Member of the Lysian team agreed to play the Chef Sommelier role during the restorations times. Lysians had many things in their bags, as effectively Lysian rules fully authorised the consumption of alcohol, something which wasn’t spread in all entities, at least they knew they may try to convert some Sunset Sea Islandians to such behaviour in order to confort themselves from the unsual cold climate standing right outside the doors of the base.

Marlène would enjoy the variety of the people there, coming from 4 different nations, and was rather amused by how the Lysians handled the situation when coming to Simon Station, calling it with a heavy accent Station Alpha, the same when coming to King Tomasso Land being translated as Terre Liberté which Lysians had strict orders to use as only legitimate wording, at least in Lysian but even when speaking English, this was part of Fleur de Lys bad history with Monarchies. In all the activity, she was, with a couple of others, carry the supplies for the cuisines to the base. “One positive point, we won’t need a fridge” ironised one of the crew members. “Citoyen Vongirard ?” Asked a man as he would stop Marlène going back to the plane in order to carry few boxes back, “Yeah?” She wondered as she would look at the man had called her, “Capitaine” she would express as she would discover his rank, “We will in a couple days launch an expedition in order to carry data more deep in the continent, was wondering if you were interested to be part of it?” Asked the man, “Affirmative” re-affirmed Marlène, “Have you been trained to extreme cold conditions terrains?” Questioned the man, “Naturally” she lied, “Good, will come to you later with more pieces of information citizen. Have fun to socialise” he stated, showing with his arm the multiples people moving all around, with @Magnaeus being as always very ordered and thorough in their installations, while @Prymont were the one moving all around with ease, considering this foolish climate to be normal and like home.

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Cantina, Simon Station, King Tomasso Land, Antargis, January 21st, 2018, 14:07 Andallan Standard Time, -4.3°C

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Everyone's eyes were pinned on the hole in the wall through which meals were being distributed. Noone spoke, they were all waiting quietly. Then, finally, everyone let out a pleased "Aaaaah" when Marlène, the @Fleur de Lys ian chef appeared in the opening. She carried a steaming metal pot and the smell it emitted filled the whole room and the nostrils of those who were in it. One week had passed since the first mission on Simon Station started and there was a common consensus that this occasion was worth celebrating. Bernhard Hopeman concluded that such social events were a way of keeping the crew in high spirits and of motivating them, as only motivated workers produce worthwhile results. Nevertheless, whether the small celebration was planned with such ideas in mind or not, what was important was the object of everyone's attention: a pot of hot cheese fondue made from cheese produced in the best mountain pastures in @MagnaeusMarlène placed the pot on the counter and then took her cook hat off to leave the kitchen to participate in the celebration. Bernard Hopeman quickly stood up from his chair to pick the pot up and place it in the middle of the table so that Marlène wouldn't have to carry it. The young and beautiful woman certainly charmed Bernhard, however, he knew that it would be inappropriate to try to get to know her in a closer way. Also, he was almost twenty years older than the others in the room as the median age on Simon Station was surprisingly low. He wondered whether the others thought of him as an old man from the previous generation, but he always gave his best to be as modern as possible to get along with as many people as possible, how old or how young they may be. Bernhard decided that it was sufficiently amusing to watch his young friend, Dr. Brüno Neumayer covertly observing each and every move of Marlène. Oh, the young ones!

Bernhard has had a lot of fun during the week, as he did for a job what he loved, science, and as he liked to get to know people from all over the world. So far there had yet to find a thing he disliked. The only thing that made him feel slightly uncomfortable was the way how the Lysians refused to call Simon Station and King Tomasso Land by their real names, as they were set on denying everything that had to do with monarchism. Bernhard thought that such a narrow-minded approach could not be beneficial in the long run, but nevertheless, he tolerated it, since they were not hurting anyone with their behaviour. Bernhard still sighed when he remembered how the whole nation celebrated the birth of Prince Simon and how this station was named after just that prince whose entire lifespan started and ended within Bernard's. If only the Lysians knew how popular the royal family was, maybe they would show them a little bit more respect.

Whilst everyone was digging in the conversation quickly centred around the achievements of the first week of work on Simon Station. Bernhard explained how he ventured into the area around the station with help from Magnean and @Prymont ian crew members to install detectors in the everlasting snow of the Antargic continent. He would have to do a checkup routine in the icy cold outside every day to ensure the functionality of the detector grid, but he was excited even for such a tedious task as this, as he loved to experience the frozen landscape as a contrast to the equatorial climate of his home country.

When he was done telling the others about his week, he asked Emily Kolle, a young zoologist from Prymont, what the folder on her lap contained. One corner of a piece of paper was sticking out of the side of the folder on which Bernhard thought to recognise a pencil drawing of a penguin's foot.

 

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The overall climate was getting warmer, finally breaking the ice of this community, issued of 4 different countries, getting in one same base, for one same mission and task.

Vongirard” exclaimed a manly voice, as Marlène was preparing the pastry, from which she got only positive feedback from Monsieur Hopeman. There, she was making wonderful Éclairs, hoping this time to diversify, with the usual chocolate one, but also with a strawberry, vanilla and pistache one, something she used to do when she made her first internship in a boulangerie, this was remembering her good souvenirs. “It is her” Marlène spoke up, as she was still focusing on what she was doing, and certainly not turning around in order to look who was calling her. “I know pâtisseries are important, but reassure me by saying I have more rights then them” said funnily enough the Capitaine which had interrupted her a week earlier in order to have her engage in a little mission, in extreme cold. He was to come back to her with more informations, and this seems to be what he was doing. Marlène would remain silence, not being fully confortable talking with the upper Officer, as she was pursuing her thing. “Would Citoyen Vongirard be ready to depart tomorrow? 3 days” he quietly asked, taking support on the table on which Marlène was preparing her pâtisseries, getting his head more close to hers. “Is everything okay?” asked coldly the Capitaine, “Yes Capitaine Sabardier” she answered, still focusing. “Good to know I may count on you” he added, giving a friendly tap on her right shoulder and walking in order to leave the place, “01:15:00 tomorrow” he commented, giving the timing on which they would leave.

Capitaine Sabardier was on his way to leave the cuisine, before getting stop by the Chef de Cuisine, which would enter it, “So, we’re disturbing Ladies?” started loudly the Chef de Cuisine, “A Lady” rectified Sabardier, “And you enter in my cuisine in this dressing? For who are you taking yourself for?” dryly asked while not really awaiting an answer the Chef, “A Capitaine” Sabardier smiled, “As Capitaine you have no authority in the cuisine. Remember to re-read the Code next time, or you’ll serve as food for the dogs. Get out” finished the Chef, moving aside in order to let Sabardier pass, while giving him a major tap on his back in order to push him out of the cuisines. The Chef didn’t liked anybody out of his team entering the cuisine like this, even if this wasn’t a major cuisine like few he leaded in his career, but he felt like this was important to respect rules, knowing also that this Sabardier entered without the proper clothing and with his arrogances in.

I’m curious to know why you haven’t turned him into boudin” commented the Chef, as he was getting back preparing his meals. “I’ll be leaving tomorrow morning, in a mission with him” she simply commented. “Well, good luck with that. You know at least what meat to give to the dogs if you run out of it” he reacted not really liking the Capitaine Sabardier.

 


 

Marlène would had finished her Éclairs for the dinner, and before having to serve it, would move outside, with this tough cold, still remaining around. She would move a bit around the installations, enjoying to look at the professionals, which knew at least do something which was specifically good for the continent they were on. With the winds continually attacking her face, she decided to take off one of her glove, and reach inside her heavy coat a cigarette and a lighter, lightening her cigarette, putting back the lighter, while holding with her mouth the cigarette, and not being a proper Prymonthian, she would put her glove back. She would see passing Dr Neumayer, as she was enjoying her little tour. He would naturally spot her smoking, making her react by asking, “Wish one?”, not knowing if our Doctor smoked.

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After just over four consecutive, arduous months of extreme winter living, Emily Kolle was returning home to the United States. The past few months had been incredibly insightful for her studies, allowing her to observe animals exclusive to this region in their native habitat while still feeling close to home due to the weather. There had been many days where the young student had travelled outside the warmth and comfort of the Simon Station with her more experienced peers, getting closer to the native penguins and birds of flight that she otherwise couldn't study naturally. For her coursework, this had been greatly helpful, and allowed her to develop a greater understanding of the plights of life in Antargis. 

One of her main aims of the stay was to attach harmless trackers to several animals, in order to learn more about their travelling routes and open paths for conservation efforts. At first they focused on a small group of penguins, before taking a flight to the ISTC coastal port on an island northeast of the station to locate whales and seals. As an animal lover, Emily had enjoyed every second of it, and was saddened somewhat to have to go home.

Back on the station, she'd made many friends and had formed unforgettable memories that not only furthered her interest in zoology, but in wider aspects of science too. She'd met with researchers from all walks of life and a variety of fields, such as radiation, renewable energies, geography, and meteorology. Acquainting herself with new friends from different countries and cultures had been a great experience too, and she had gathered many friends, young and old, that she'd promised to keep in touch with. The Sunset Sea Islandians brought a tropical way of life, one that Emily was otherwise unfamiliar with. With them, they'd brought their natural warmth and friendliness, which allowed her to settle into the station with ease. The Magneans, charming as ever, had also welcomed her on board and made her feel at home. They told tales of political neutrality, and brought hints of exquisite chocolate and expensive watches. Unfortunately, Emily had grown cold with the Lysians, who were an arrogant bunch that even refused to honour the late Prince Simon by calling the station it's true name. For this, Kolle lost a lot of respect for them, and tended to enjoy the Magnean meals more out of pettiness.

However, it was time to go home, and Emily would certainly miss the quirky ways of the Simon Station. She would miss the regular emergency drills, the friendly, cosy community, the overarching focus on scientific progress and, most importantly, the animals that she was studying. She had grown attached to some and had given them names, making her colleagues promise her that they'd make sure they stayed safe and would send her updates on their well being. A small propeller plane would take her to the ISTC Port, where she'd then board a ship back to the Sunset Sea Islands before catching her Montair flight back to the United States. Her upcoming university years wouldn't typically permit studying abroad more than once, but her professors had grown to love the Simon Station just as she had, and would try to pull a few strings at the university to allow an eventual return.

At the station, scientific life would continue as per usual. The Prymontians would resume their studies in atmospheric and space weather observation, wildlife populations and terrestrial ecology, and would venture to the coast every so often to debate on potential fishing catch limits and areas. They would be tentatively followed by ISTC members, but whether or not they would be followed by the global fishing community was another question completely. Progress was slow but steady, due to the extreme climate and the troubles that came with. Researchers would receive training on Horizon Island in Prymont from the Extreme Climate Division before departing for the Simon Station, to prepare them for dangerous, challenging living conditions. There would also be talk of sharing data with the newly founded Prymontian research stations in the Argic Ocean, on the islands of Stjørdalsstad and Sønderkilde - however, news on that was infrequent and brief at best, and so few steps were made in that direction.

So far, Prymont's time on the ISTC Antargic base had been substantially beneficial, and would only further the organisation's understanding of the area for years to come.

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"05:41 Uhr, Simon Station, Antargis, -37.6°C

A loud clanking noise woke up Bruno from a dreamless sleep. Slowly he rubbed his eyes. "Clang!" There was that noise again. It was coming from outside the station. Turning his head sideways, he looked at the clock. "Uunnggh... it's too early...," he muttered in a drowsy voice, still half asleep. Reluctantly Bruno rubbed his eyes and threw his comfortable blanket to the side. His orange overall was neatly folded on a chair by the door. Boots standing next to it. Some of the habits he acquired during his mandatory 6 months in the Armee never really left his daily routine.

Outside in the hallway, he saw Walter, the other ingenieur from @Prymont. "Good morning Walter," he said, "Did you also hear that noise coming from outside the station?" Walter confirmed his suspicion: "Yeah and I was actually coming to wake you up. The winter months are too dangerous to go outside alone." Both men walked down the empty corridor towards the lockers next to the airlock where their outdoor gear was stored. Bruno and Walter also grabbed the hightech LED flashlights from @Sunset Sea Islands. "Hey Bruno can you also grab one of those reserve battery packs?" asked Walter, "Because I'm not sure how long we will be out there." Before exiting the station, they left an obligatory record in the logbook. "I'm also sending a special alert to commander Trémarec from @Fleur de Lys," added the much more experienced Walter.

The last of the three airlock doors slid shut behind them. The Antargic wind was howling. Icecold wind was doing everything in its power to blow them sideways. But the safety ropes that kept them anchored were also doing what they were made to do. Bruno and Walter turned on their helmet lights to help guide the way. One foot after another and with great effort they started walking towards the noise.

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"I think it's coming from over there," Bruno said over the radio system, pointing to a nearby hill. Both outfits were linked together by a closed communications system. A digital recorder was also saving their conversation in case something went wrong. "Yes I can hear it as well," answered Walter, "Overthere is where we installed the helix wind turbines with..."

"GET DOWN DOWN," shouted Walter suddenly. Bruno reacted instantly and dropped to the ground. Walter who was walking 4 meters in front of him did exactly the same. The flashlights they carried in their hands were both pointing up now. As if in slow motion, Bruno saw how a giant piece of polycarbon material flew straight overhead like a leaf in the wind, right where the men had been walking only one second ago. "F*CK MY LUCKY STARS," exclaimed Walter in a voice that was pitched higher than normal, "That piece of wind turbine would have sliced us in half like a hot knife through butter!"

After the adrenaline subsided, they carefully crawled forward towards the side of the hill. From this better vantage point, the situation immediately became clear. Antargis is a wild continent. No matter how well you prepare, nature is still an order of magnitude stronger. They were looking at the wreckage of what used to be a wind turbine. The extreme antargic winter winds had completely torn it to pieces. Only a small stump was left standing. The resulting wreckage had slammed into two other turbines, stripping off some of their sides. Steel cables dangling in the wind were making a clanking sound against the remaining turbines.

"It looks like the automatic brakes malfunctioned," noticed Bruno in a calm analytical voice, "because these wind speeds are much higher than the turbines are supposed to ensure. It wouldn't surprise me if it turns out those braking fluids are frozen." If that was the case, Walter certainly didn't like it one bit: "Damned. This is bad. The loss of those turbines is going to have a serious impact on our energy production."

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"The Phi'Tlaru are currently tracking down those individuals and negate that situation. I told Colonel Varak this in the car ride out here, the Legion will have its opportunity. Soon enough." Seeing no further questions, he dismissed the group. He watched each of them leave, stopping Colonel Imos Durak of the 7th Regiment. "Congratulations on your engagement to Dara." Imos thanked him, "most appreciated," he responded. "Getting married next year in sight of Karethvek." Morror cared about his men from the senior staff to the lowest soldier. He knew the power of loyalty and it was that bond that made his legion the best in the entire army. After the other colonels had left, all who remained were in the Weaponsmaster and Colonel Varak. "There are two further pieces of business to discuss, the first involves you Avor," looking at the camp's foremost logistician. "I have forwarded funds to Sukkar Marrus, the CEO of Aishkurænd Rheilhhu Rihana, to procure production rights to a range of weaponry from Adaptus which will give us an edge over our enemies, can you please follow up with Sukkar and get that effort moving as quickly as possible?" Weaponsmaster Nerik nodded in acknowledgment. "I looked at the specs you had gotten from Minister Valdran last time and they are quite nice. It will give us a tremendous advantage over the Enolian Guard. If we can't get the rights, I'll see what we can do about outfitting as many of the men as possible with them." Morror was content and excused him. And then there was Varak, "for the last piece of business, it's not martial - it's political," he said. She nodded. "I have Kaya looking into Senator Charvanek's activities," Kalenna reported. "It is always good to have some friends in the Phi'Tlaru," commented Morror, "Livana will need to be dealt with, eventually." Varak put Morror at ease. "Don't worry. Kaya has never failed you." Kassus smiled. He liked hearing that. "Then I'll leave it to you to get to bottom of, we'll talk more on it when she has some dirt," he remarked. Kalenna proceeded to get up and was almost out of the conference room when she stopped and turned back her superior, who was now getting surrounded by officers feeding him intelligence packets and memos from Central Command. She stared at him, imposed against the massive map in the background. She said to herself, "a true leader."
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    • Mathon paid attention to every single word Eugenios had said. "A mission sounds modest but there is nothing saying it couldn't elevate to a proper embassy in due time. I merely propose such a minor step in the name of protecting both my own actions here in Rihan and for the Emperor who I am sure will have to deal with some level of criticism from the Church that doesn't exactly...approve of us. I think the cultural exchange is a good mechanism to test the waters under the auspices of a proper arrangement and if successful, it would warrant much more 'coordinated' deliberations." "I may need the militant Jaridan and the deviously wealthy Nej'ahar to get many of my proposals through but when they consist of men and woman who would rather take a blunt approach to solve a problem - either through the barrel of a rifle or through the sacks of money - it isn't always the right method. Now, as you are aware, I am a military man myself, a long career in the Navy before being appointed the Praetorship, this sounds counter. I may be a political man now, and surely you may not believe what I am about to say but I never 'clawed' for the position. I accepted it because it was my duty to serve. I do not formally pronounce my political alignments in the Senate in the name of safeguarding the Republic - above all. The Suketh may be a small contingent of the Senate membership, they are right. I privately consulted many of them in the early days of my tenure - and this meeting is the product of such discussion and debate." "Rihan may be as far away as the rest of Eurth and it some ways, that is a good thing in the name of maintaining the stability of the Republic, but as you said, no one nation survives on its own. Since my ascention to the position, I've taken far greater steps at continental affairs than many Praetors before me, only concerning themselves with Aurelia overall when there was a situation that was too...complex for our own address. Today, the Rihannsu and Kirvinska are as close as we've ever been. The Phi'Tlaru has been quite useful in probing the wider globe in keeping us abreast of developments abroad. I do respect Arhomaneia cause of keeping Europa at least at some level of stability," another boost few other Praetors would say unless it was meant to get something, "and I am aware of a great many things many governments would not like us to know," he gave a slight chuckle. "In regards to the cultural exchange," he moved towards the first trigger that would reconnect former complements, "the definitive program would probably center around nationally-sponsored trips. I'd like to say we could do an exposition but I have the sense that many in the Church who may want to suppress some of our 'creativity' but I think you can work out the final format with Senator Pranana and the Civilization Minister. Obviously embarking on this type of arrangement would involve some revisions in visa policy between us and the establishment of protocols that our two nations would uphold in the spirit of making this a success." He knew Eugenios would bring up the one difficulty in pulling such an exchange up. "You do not need to apologize for being flippant," he began, "I don't think these exchanges would be quite so 'popular' but perhaps targeting them to particularly 'enlightened' individuals - academics, of culture. Yes, there will be detractors, as will be the case here, but nothing should stop us from making a complete attempt. And I am prepared to spend political capital to make it happen. I am by far a more liberal politician than you may find in the Senate. Yes, the three-hundred men and woman of the chamber will be a challenge. But I've succeeded in getting numerous reforms through in some rather unconventional ways." Terix had noticed at this point that the coffee pot was empty following Eugenios' pouring a final cup. Mathon quickly moved it out of the way to a side table. "It will be hard. But," he paused, leaning back in his chair, templing his hands, making his guest curious about the hand gesture. "Recognition must happen. And it will happen." The clock, placed on the opposite of the room, struck ten. The moon shined brightly in the sky, the crescent fully visible in the cloudless night.
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