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Juzt156 · (This post was last modified: 09-02-2011, 12:45 AM by Juzt156.)

Nathan Ward had spent the last three hours happily assembling a transponder for the communications hub of his transport ship Gaudium. It was slow intricate work that he could focus on, it was his favourite way of unwinding. It took his mind of the trips he had to make into Dublin. As Nathan had originally come from Bretonia going through the system could be hair raising. His small room was located inside the Virulain Temple itself, the room was made smaller by the clutter of gears, old bits of terminal and other detritus scattered around it. There were a handful of books that he had borrowed from the Library in the Enclave. Some were religious in nature, others he had simply borrowed because of their interesting titles.

It was mercifully quiet and subdued in the Temple, normally it was a hive of activity, members of the Animus Caste teaching new and home grown Virulians about the goodness of the Creator. The Corporis especially the EDF, to be found taking part in noisy simulations and boisterous discussions about weapons and ships and various other bit of macho posturing. Nathan quite liked many of the EDF however, especially Lyra Frost. For some bizarre reason Nathan did not understand everyone in the Enclave seemed to think he was in love with her'¦..Prosperous. She was charming, intelligent slightly intimidating'¦'¦attractive, he could not deny it. However his interest in her was purely platonic. He looked lovingly at a picture of her he had found when Christopher had hacked into her profile in the Virulian database. Nathan resisted the urge to read her file but could not resist the desire to keep the picture'¦purely platonic'¦.

'Well at least Chris is not here to give me a hard time.' The thought bought a smile to his face. Nathan was just reaching for a tool located on his cluttered desk, when a ghostly flickering face appeared in front of his, its eyes glittering with malice. Nathan screamed, his outstretched hand knocking the transponder of his desk. Nathan scrambled to catch and instead up turned his chair and landed flat on his back. The transponder clattered to the ground and fell apart into its constituent pieces. The face, Nathan now recognised as belonging to the troublesome AI. He was represented by a distorted flickering holographic image, of a man in his mid to late twenties. <Oh dear did I startle you?> Chris' voice oozed insincerity. Nathan glared at him, 'I had worked at that transponder for 3 hours.'

<Yes what took you three hours to make took me, without a physical presence I might add, 0.4.'¦no I tell a lie 0.3 seconds to destroy. It is a talent.> Chris grinned broadly at the ire clear on Nathan's face.

'Why do you do this to me Chris?'
<I have to bring a little action into your life>
'I can do that perfectly well for myself.' Nathan said as he straightened up an tried to smooth his unruly hair. <Of course you can't your totally useless.>
'That is where you are wrong, clearly I am not useless. The Patriarch's secretary Arin, has sent me a message asking me to help in an important matter.'
<What does the Patriarch need a waiter for an important diplomatic dinner?>
'No I have been asked to help investigate a murder' Nathan could not disguise the eagerness shown on his face. Chris could not hide the disgust on his. 'It will be so exciting, I've read all sorts of crime novels'¦I am virtually an expert'¦hmm'¦I wonder if I should bring my magnifying glass!?'

Angrily Chris responded <'¦you accepted?!>
Nathan grinned 'Yes for both of us.'
<Why in the name of the Creator did you say yes. You are member of the Animus Caste, your job is help look after the spiritual needs of the Virulian Enclave, not to play Inspector Hornby investigates!>
'It is our duty to help. Besides if we find the poor unfortunate victim has a family, they will likely need spiritual help.'
<Yes'¦Yes duty whatever> said Chris dismissively with a wave of his hand. <What use are you going to be? Crime novels are hardly a preparation. Besides this is murder we are talking about'¦and your hardly a fan of danger.>
'True but I heard'¦' Nathan smiled a dreamy far off smile ''¦Lyra will be there.'
Chris knew that with Lyra there Nathan would not be persuaded to turn down the assignment, he left to prepare transportation to the city. <Nathan I'll prepare the travel, bring a coat it's raining on Eden>. Nathan clearly was not listening caught as he was in happy thoughts. Chris muttered <and I'll leave you to dribble in private.>

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