Scientific Ambitions... And... Successes? - Part VI
Marvin walked down a long, illustrious, marble hall in the Glorious Advance.
It had been a long time since he'd "visited" this particular deck on his ship. He'd hardly had a reason to in the past. It was the envoy dormitory/ballroom/meeting space deck. Not the type of ballroom that Marvin hosted his infamous masquerades in, either. The stuffy, all business type deals that Marvin never wanted to be a part of happened down here to various guests, both of a legal standing and those who were less than reputable... who want to rent the spaces.
Marvin had adequate spaces for diplomatic meetings now aboard Freeport 11 he was entitled to, being its Administrator.
Various crew holding holoclipboards with calendars, meeting schedules, and other documents turned to look at Marvin as he walked by...
And there he was, like a child looking for their classroom at the first day of school.
Meeting Room #1
the plate beside the door read.
Marvin confidently pushed open the door - to what he expected what would be a full room of Samura External Commerce executives.
Just one man sat at the large table in the center of the room.
He was short, much shorter than Marvin, and quite obviously a Kusari native.
The two men approached eachother, cordially shook hands and sat at opposite ends of the table.
"I understand, you need logistical support for some kind of new... project of yours?" Captain Hideo Ogawa said.
"That is correct. I hope Samura can supply the neccesary goods to make us both a lot of profit... in different forms... for each of us... of course" Marvin said
"Indeed"
Capt. Ogawa said, understandingly.
"This base will ideally be put somewhere in a classified, out-of-the-way location, with little interference from outside forces for my people to do their work." Marvin said, and continued
"The exact desired location of construction will be sent to you in an encrypted communication." Marvin said, confidently.
"For all we know, this very room could be bugged with microphones... "
Marvin stated.
"I understand that you want this outpost constructed with haste, but the building process is long and expensive..."
"Due payment will be sent to your accounts when the base had been succesfully built and supplied..." Marvin stated flatly.
They continued in a back and forth business conversational motion and tone, very uncomfortable for Marvin.
He'd never had to deal with supplying anything but his SynthM, let alone supply an entire base.
The success of this whole venture, Marvin thought, still rides on a bunch of overpaid whitecoats...