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| Domain of Kei | Aug 20 2010, 12:26 PM Post #1 |
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The New Alamo had become a thriving spaceport . Many intersteller allies of Texas sent trade delegations and diplomats to Texas. The port was their first stop before gainig permission to go dirtside. Many Texans also travelled to the station to get the first chance to either buy new goods early, or book a flight out to visit friends and allies a galaxy away. Most of the time there was no problem at the station. But unfortunately when different cultures mix, missunderstandings can occur. And when those missunderstandings involve differnt tech levels, then things can get out of hand rapidly. The regular security Texas supplied was up to the task....but barely. Medical costs, hazard pay, and hiring bonus were beginning to mount up. Finally a decision was reached. THey would outsource to an Intersteller agency with a proven track record. Hence the WWWA or World Welfare Work Agency was given the contract to provide security. A small ship docked at the station and two young ladies stepped out. The black-haired female smiled to one of the Texas custom agents and respectfully said, "Excuse me. but where is the security office? Were the new contractors." The redhead was a bit more outspoken, "Yeah. We're here to kick some perp ass, and to keep you all in line! Hey you're kinda cute. When do you get off duty?" "Ryoko! Please control your enthusiasm. I'm trying to get some information." "Yeah right <snort!> You have to be more assertive and direct with these neobarbs, Yuni! They've only just come out of the trees and begun to walk upright." At this point the two trouble consultants begin to bicker with each other ![]() OOC:The redhead on the left is Ryoko, while the brunette is Yuni |
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| NewTexas | Aug 20 2010, 05:54 PM Post #2 |
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![]() Little Cousin Cletus, not to be confused with his brother, Big Cousin Cletus, awoke with a start. Cousin Cletus had just returned to work after a two day furlough where he got married to his lifelong love Lurlene. Cletus looked up lazily, trying to simulatenously get the sleep out of his good eye (no easy task) and figure out just what woke him up (also, not an easy task). He quickly checked his monitor for the hangar bay to see if Lone Star 1 or Lone Star 2, the Texas Space Shuttles, had docked while he was dreaming of Lurlene. Nope, he thought to himself as all he saw was his own personal shuttle, US, The CletusShuttle, as he had so cleverly named it. ![]() Then is when he spotted, them... "I better call my boss, Commodore Schmidlapp, or sumptin..." stammered Cousin Cletus... |
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