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CyranoLeRapier



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Maersk steps out of the ship, crossing his arms and gently patting the sidearm under his coat out of habit.

He looks around for anything out of the ordinary about the boarding station.
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As Maersk steps out into the (rather unextraordinary) boarding station, he hears the Contact's voice:

"I must thank you for coming, my friend. You will find me in a small dining hall down the corridor; there we will talk... business."
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A low guttural grunt escapes Maersk's lips. He uncrosses his arms, moving towards the exit of the room. He walks along the corridor, his annoyance building with each step. The unanswered questions bottled up over the years rattle in his mind as though they'd suddenly been shaken up beyond compare.

What's happened to the operation? Is it still happening? What about the navy? Commanders? The rest of the team? What am I supposed to do?

When can I leave?


He enters the dining hall, eyes narrowed and scowl apparent.
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Dr. Maersk enters to see a long dining table, with a kitchen at the far end of the room. Closer than that, however, is the Contact, sitting at the opposite end of the table. In front of him sits a small meal, as well as another meal set for a place next to him.

The Contact is taking a bite as Maersk enters. He quickly swallows and speaks. "Mr. Adamsen. My apologies. I would have waited for you, but I underestimated my appetite, you see."

Dr. Maersk remembers a middle-aged man, eyes bright blue, with broad shoulders and brown, thinning hair. The latter seems to have taken its course, as his head is now rimmed in white. The shade of his eyes also seems to have darkened over the years. However, the man does appear healthy -- if smaller than he is in the doctor's recollections of him.

The Contact gestures to the empty chair next to him, a small smile crossing his lips. "Have a seat."


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"Oh, no, by all means. Start without me," the good doctor mockingly mimics his smile, "I wasn't hungry. Sudden reunions of old war buddies after being STRANDED on the miserable fucking planet that we were at war with and then some deep space travel with the usual nightmares tends to put me off my appetite."

Maersk walks to the table, pulling the chair a bit away and sitting down. The mimicked smile doesn't leave his face.
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((Maersk's Plot Points +1 = 7))

"Different strokes." The Contact takes another bite. "I'm famished."

After chewing and swallowing the Contact pauses a beat before continuing. "Nineteen years. I debriefed you for that mission nineteen years ago."
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"Nineteen years, four months, six days and... well, who keeps track?" Maersk's bemused facade drops swiftly, glaring at the Contact.

"So now the question I'm sure you're waiting for me to ask... Why now?"
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The Contact takes a final bite, chews it thoroughly, puts his fork down and pushes his plate away while swallowing. Then he turns to Maersk (who notices that this is the first time the Contact has looked him in the eye so far).

"I'll be straight with you. Our mission -- we didn't quite know what it was we were looking for, Mr. Adamsen. We knew what its nature might be; we knew where we might find it; we knew that it had to be important.

"We gathered all the information we could. In that you were quite instrumental; in a perfect world you would have been brought straight home, a medal pinned to your chest and a life of luxury laid at your feet.

"But you died, Mr. Adamsen -- only you and I know that's not true. And we couldn't touch Dr. Arden Maersk."


The Contact turns away, removing his glasses. He begins to clean them.
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... Died? Just like that?

If a single traceable emotion could have flashed across his face, the living corpse of Kerr Adamsen couldn't have shown it.

He nodded in understanding, but also in a subtle form of agreement. Mr. Adamsen did die. He's been dead for over two decades. He died with the child and his mother on that transport.

"So now what?"

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"Now.... I'll be doubly straight with you, my friend. Our work is not done. I need you again." The Contact finishes his cleaning and puts his glasses back on.
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