Marvin James Orphelia stepped out of the cold, grey steel Restricted Access Security elevator. Not in his usual vertical volure cocoon. Following close behind him, his Science Division liason, Dr. Dorian Ulrich.
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DR. DORIAN QUINCY ULRICH
ACCESS QUERY NUMBER - #194105
ACCESS CODE : #49130 ACCESS AUTHORIZER :ADMINISTRATOR MARVIN JAMES ORPHELIA
BORN: OCT 20, 755 A.S. (AGED 64 YRS)
Planet Stuttgart, Stuttgart System, Rhienland EDUCATED: The New Berlin Academy of Science, The Cambridge Research Institute. MAJORS: Xenobiology, Xenoarcheaology MINORS: Ancient Earth Languages AFFILIATES AND FORMER AFFILIATES: Buro der Marineintelligenz, The Zoners CURRENT PROJECT: Project "DIAMOND DUSK" POSITION: Project Leader, Sub-division 3.
Dr. Dorian Ulrich was born on Planet Stuttgart to the Ulrichs. The family was rather poor and lived in the small farming community of Stannheim. His father, Frederich, was a angry, abusive figure in his life. He was an unsuccesful farmer, his family barely keeping itself afloat. His mother Faedra disappeared when he was very young, investigators at the time blamed Frederich, and he was put in jail. After being convicted of his wife's death, Frederich was placed in Killesburg Prison, where after several years he committed suicide. By this time, Dorian was already fit-in with a foster family, the Zoelczechs. He never really knew his birth parents. The Zoelczechs were in the upper-echelons of the social classes, they owned several farm cooperatives. They had an only-biological son as well, who was quite a lot older than Dorian and was already off to higher education by the time he knew his adoptive brother existed. The Zoelczechs sent Dorian to college as well, he became a doctor of Xenobiology and Xenoarcheaology. A year after his graduation in 783 A.S. he found work with the Buro der Marineintelligenz, on one of their underground bases only known by its codename König unter dem Berg. All of his work for the BDM has been classified by the Rhienland government and not much else is known but he was moved to the large, secure research facility in Frankfurt known as Shatten in 803 A.S., eventually becoming dissatisfied with the dismal pay of the Rhienland Government during the economic crisis following the Nomad War (799 A.S. - 801 A.S.) He moved out to the Edge Worlds where many of the artifacts and other xenoarchealogical finds originated, eventually finding work on the Glorious Advance as part of Marvin's onboard Science team, operating with considerable autonomy, both as individual scientists, and as a group.
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Marvin periodically checks on his science team's progress on various things... He doesn't exactly keep track of what they do, nor exert any kind of control of it. He prefers to let people with expertise do what they do best, and therefore lets the science division operate with a very high degree of autonomy, only checking on them when something they're working on strikes his fancy. He recieves reports from them every week, but checks on them personally very infrequently. The last time he checked in was 6 months ago. They send him manifests for what they need to continue operating, and he acquires it for them. It is almost a renter/landlord relationship.
The guard at the security checkpoint immediately nodded, and touched the console. The door swished open and Marvin and Dr. Ulrich stepped through. They came in at the end of a long, white-tiled hallway. Marvin squinted as the shine from the lights above reflected from the tiles and seemed to follow his gaze as they walked. The hall linked to offices, workshops, laboratories, and a large door leading to a huge storage warehouse far off at the other end of the hallway. The pair continued down the hallway, dodging scientists pushing sealed cases of Liquid Cardimine on a dolly, pushing past groups of scientists aruing, talking, deciding on what to do with their particular concern. Marvin and Dr. Ulrich turned left when they reached an + junction, and followed the short hall down to another large door labeled AREA 9, with another large security checkpoint.
Dr. Ulrich nodded slightly to them, and put his hand on the palm pad. The large door creaked open, revealing a small observation theatre. Dr. Ulrich hoped that Marvin would find the newest development most interesting, and useful. Perhaps an incentive to invest in the goings on in the underbelly of his ship.