Planetform Boardroom

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Planetform'€™s Boardroom was located aboard their most prestigious of stations - Canterbury station, in high orbit of Planet Dover. Seeing much of the traffic that passed through the New London system, the outpost was strategically positioned to supply both their own projects in Bretonia, as well as profit from passing trade that was, perhaps, ideologically opposed to their neighbours on Kensington Outpost.

The Boardroom itself was opulence embodied. No cost had been spared on its lavish interior, with plush seats and all manner of discrete yet pleasurable diversions. Were it not for the fact that very few ever saw its interior, eyebrows might have been raised as to how the company could afford such luxuries when their prognosis elsewhere in Bretonia was looking decidedly grim.

The room itself contained a large central table, ringed with deep, comfortable seats. In the unlikely case that all of the directors themselves were present, the table could feasibly seat 12 men. More often than not, only those living locally would make an appearance, with the others being represented via hologram from their secluded country chateaus and extravagant urban pads. Those who had brought view or vocal access to the proceedings were usually admitted in this fashion, unless a chair was booked beforehand. This was, of course, to save congesting the room.

Station staff were not allowed into the room during meetings, with drinks and refreshments being remotely ordered. The room had been comprehensively bug cleared, with technology installed to confound even the stiffest of corporate espionage. Retired consultants from Mi5 and the LSF had been hired to break into the room after being equipped with the latest of intelligence equipment, to no avail. It was probably the most secure room in New London'€™s orbit.

Voting personnel:
Horatio Winston Octavius (Erica Hartmann)
John Preston (SothaSil)
Thomas Grey (Katyn)
Danny Burns (jammi)

Lord William Curtis (Escopton)

Non-voting, vocal members:

View only members:
Richard Farbridge (Slavik)

Archives:
Planet Pittsburgh Air Purification - Motion Passed (Total Majority)

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[font=Agency FB][color=#FFFFFF]Planet Pittsburgh Air Purification

Alastair Lance waited patiently until the scheduled time for the meeting start, chatting nonchalantly with Horatio Octavius, who had apparently arrived in New London from a trip to Kusari just in time for the meeting. A light on the recording device flicked from red to green, and the ambient lighting within the room changed to a slightly different tone to signal that the meeting had officially started.

Alastair quickly returned to his businesslike demeanor and gave a quick look around the table before he began to speak.

"Gentleman, thankyou for coming. This meeting has been called to discuss a request made by the Liberty corporation known as Deep Space Engineering, which I'm sure you're all familiar with.
They wish to contract us in order to purify the air on the industrial planet Pittsburgh. The details they have provided us with can be seen in this document."

He taps a button on the holographic display before him, and before each member of a board a small mail icon appears. [Document]
Already privy to the messages, Alastair settles back and waits while the others scan it's contents and begin the often slow process of coming to a decision on the topic.

[jammi]

There was a buzz as a silvery hologram appeared in one of the plush seats around the board table, directly to Alastair Lance's left. Opposite him on the right of the CEO was Director of Public Relations - Horatio Octavius. The elderly looking hologram was Danny Burns, the veteran Texan currently holding the position as Director of Terraforming. He was smoking a large cigar. Thankfully, the smoke wisped away and vanished as it drifted out of shot of the projector.

It seemed none of the outsiders had logged in or turned up yet. The Texan had never understood why Planetform sold its seats in the Boardroom. It brought in revenue and contacts, yes, but it also limited their ability to talk freely. Shareholders were one thing, listening to them was another. Actually seeing them was another altogether. By any estimate they had a few minutes of privacy before the playboy terraformers and wealthy busybodies turned up.

He chuckled throatily. "Damn good job with those leaked files, Horatio. Y'do realise someone will have to take the axe for it, I hope? Can't have loose ends flapping. Or the perception of loose ends, anyway." He cackled again. On the other end of the connection - probably at his urban manor on Denver, he tapped away at a keyboard to bring up the DSE dossier. He skim-read it and sucked in a mouthful of air through his teeth. "I don't mind telling y'all now, this is going to be one bitch of a job."

[escopton]

Lord William Curtis arrived just in time to Canterbury station. He was quite anxious to meet his fellow boardroom members, so he tried to walk through the station's corridors as fast as his old legs allowed him. When he finally got to the room's door, he asked his bodyguard to wait outside and knocked as he entered. All this reminded him of the old times, when he used to attend this kind of meetings on a daily basis. He smiled.

Inside the room there were two people and an holografic transmission of another person.

'Good day, fine gentlemen. I, am Lord William Curtis, and it is my pleasure to finally come to know you'. He noded his head in a greeting way as he tried to remember the seat that was assigned to him. He tried not to cause much of a hassle as he sat with his presence, as he knew how voting share holders were held by boardroom directors in another companies.

'Well gentlemen, shall we begin or do we have to wait for someone else?'

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[SothaSil]

The Anki approached Canterbury station; Preston was looking out of the window, thinking about how that first meeting would be. He was still deep in his thoughts when the pilot told him that the ship has been docked and he could leave now.
Preston opened the ship's door and moved through the airlock. When he looked on his watch he noticed that he is a bit to late and started to move faster; he didn't want to screw his first impression on the others.
He arrived at the boardroom, adjusted his tie and took a deep breath. He heard someone inside the room asking if 'they' have to wait for anyone else.
He knocked and entered the room.
"Yes, I was still missing. Good day gentlemen, I'm John Preston. It's a pleasure to finally meet you all", he looked at the person inside this room, moved around the table to a place with a small signboard and the inscription 'Internal affairs'.
He sat down and looked confidently at the others: "Please excuse my delay, a trade lane was disrupted.", he paused for a moment, "Anyway, let's get to work."

[SparkyRailgun]

Horatio sat back in his extremely comfortable chair, a glass of sherry in his hand. He had been told on many occasions by many people that they had never seen him without a glass in his left hand - and rarely without a cigar in his right. He'd decided to forgo the cigar today for a rather simple reason; his stock of Rheinland Figurado's were back on the Dawn Under Heaven docked at Waterloo, and while Cantebury's Boardroom selection was to be admired, much of it seemed to be Bretonian manufactured. As much of a patriot that Horatio was, it wasn't enough to sully his tastes with second-rate tobacco.

He chuckled at Burn's comment, taking a sip of his sherry before replying.
"That's what middle management is for, eh?"

As Lance, the CEO finished speaking, Horatio brought up the file on the DSE request and raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I won't pretend to know the details, Danny old chap, but I can tell that this could be a huge boost for public opinion."

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[jammi]

As the two new arrivals settled down, the holographic Burns tapped the coal of his cigar into a tray on the arm, the ash of which of course - to the viewers on Canterbury, at least - disappeared. He harumphed. "I have had a few ideas just now of what we could do to with this one. I do have a few worries, and I'd want to run them past Grey..." He looked around theatrically, "who doesn't appear to be here yet, the lazy varmint. I need to know what his transport jockies are capable of."

There was a distant giggle from behind Burns and a naked woman appeared to run past. Burns swore quietly to himself and threw the remainder to the cigar at her. "What did I tell y'about coming in here when there's a meeting! Get the hell out, understand!" He turned back to the directors and spread his hands ruefully. "Hired help. So hard to find competent staff these days."

[escopton]

Double post erase this one.

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[escopton]

HA HA HA! Laughed Lord Curtis in a slow, deep voice, as he saw Mr. Burn's background scene.

Well gentlemen, as funny as it may be, the Leeds system also demands my attention, so I would rather not lose time, please. He paused to take a deep breath. He was quite offended by the fact of being there in person, at his old age, when other of the board associates were liberal party people holographically impersonated into the room.

If there is a topic already on the table, perhaps we should adress it. I am no expert but just by reading between lines here, it is obvious that this project is of a massive scale.

He then used one of his well chosen pauses and looked at each of the people present in the meeting.

Resources. Do we have them? If not, can we get them? I mean from the raw materials to the logistic agendas. Do we have the transport fleet required to meet the obkectives that DSE wants to achieve? I mean... we got a lot to discuss so let's better get into it...

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[farmerman]

Thomas Grey's liner had finally moored outside of Canterbury Station and he nonchalantly headed to the meeting. Rushing is for minimum wage laborers he thought to himself as he walked into the room. He removed his hat and took his seat.

"Sorry for the delay gentlemen," he said as he began to take note of the new project, "but I have just come from our project in Hudson. The Libertonians tried to hold my ship up, so I, of course, had to send an angry message to the Admirality."

"Now then," he said as he turned his attention back to the holographic display, "this looks like it may be a very good plans. Less of those pesky Gaians over in Liberty after all. Have we sent any of our scientists to do a feasibility study?"

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