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Post by Vennel on Jun 5, 2015 20:01:18 GMT
[Heavy Weights On | Power Level: 25'624]
Vennel clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. The Saiyan Queen walked through the halls of the palace, until she came to a door that stood at the far end of the building. As she stopped in front of it, it's doors slid open to reveal the Department of Imperial Research and Development. The room functioned as the hub of the various development projects within the Empire where aliens and Saiyans alike contributed to advancing the Empire's technology.
Stepping into the room, she could see the large computers that were set up around the room. Most of it wasn't something she quite understood well. Granted she could use a computer, but that was far from the only things going on. Aliens were at work in various areas designing prototype equipment that would then be sent off world to a factory for production. She wans't fully appraised on the projects currently under work in the department, but she knew of a few. However, that was far and away from why she was here today.
Upon noticing her entrance, one of the lab attendants, a near-Saiyan species at that, approached her. He was dressed in standard battle armor that was used by most imperials who were in high positions, with a white cape draping their pauldrons from where they start on the front, and connecting into one cape in the back. He was tall, towering above her by a solid foot or more, his head topped with a tuft of orange hair. The Kabochan bowed low, before standing again.
"Your highness, what brings you here to the research and development department?"
Vennel nodded in response to his bow, before looking behind him, most of the researchers were busy at work and hadnt noticed her, and those that did, seemed to get back to work when they met eyes with hers.
"I'm here to check on the development of things. I've sent for someone to come and see if he can't lend his talents to your team here."
Her words seemed to confuse the Kabochan, who likely had not had a chance to meet with Vennel, and likely had not dealt with a Saiyan monarch who so quickly showed an interest in the scientific endeavors of the Empire. Vennel walked past him, however, stopping by one of the computer monitors that displayed a large prototype space craft's hull design. It looked quite ornate, though large enough that would prove formidable if anyone were to come across it.
"Ah, I see. Well it is an honor to have you here, your majesty. Please, if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask for it."
She nodded, her atttention on the ship's design that was on display. She liked it, it seemed to house ports for dropping space pods from it, meaning it would make for an interesting assault craft, ferrying Saiyans to a planet and then dropping their attack balls down with ease.
"That will be all."
She dismissed the lingering alien before she turned to find a long table that had a few scientists huddled around it, working on a design that seemed to be for a full body suit of armor. If it was like the armor they wore now, it likely could expand to any size, and was highly durable. It was an interesting idea, but at the same time, a full body suit? That just sounded dumb. Besides, the armor seemed to focus more on technological gadgets to assist with combat, and a real Saiyan clearly had no need for those things.
She found her self not knowing what to do until Icarus arrived. She'd sent for him before heading here herself, having wanted to itnroduce him to what were the greatest minds in the Empire, and see where he stacked up compared to them. Perhaps he was just hot air and had nothing to contribute, or perhaps he was the sort of man of science he claimed, and could be a valuable ally in this regard.
The Saiyan queen approached an empty chair, that sat in front of a large computer monitor, and a long wide board of keys for inputting commands or designs. But she had nothing to do on the computer, and this particular one appeared to be off, or at least, the monitor was. Leaning back, Vennel crossed her arms over the back of her head, waiting for her little companion to make his presence known. After all, that's the entire purpose she was here for.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2015 20:46:48 GMT
[PL 22,545 Heavy weights on. PL at 5636 ] Icarus had performed a recent patch job on his body after the feast fiasco. Made repairs but didn't seem to broken up mentally over his strange discoveries. He had a body that made since for why he was alive given estimated time jump since the war. The more history he looked up and things he studied led more and more to adding years between those days and this one. He'd wondered if some of the systems were influencing him to not panic by regulating his bodies emotions in this. After a distraught chaotic reaction would have been bad for his health and it still had a few protection protocols running to keep him careful in the adjustment now that he knew. It wouldn't be long though till they ran their course and it'd be up to his mind and reactions alone in the body.
He'd make his way to the research labs most the saiyans that worked around towering him in height and muscle mass. He'd be carrying a clip board and various tools in his other hand. He had hard drives stored in them too. Devices to gather data on all elite families as well as Vegeta's history, culture, Import and export trades on all their conquered planets. He wasn't gonna leave a stone unturned when it came to researching the entirety of it all. What happened to the planet his people once called home and what it had become now. With its new rulers the saiyans. Being as he was Vennels adviser it wasn't difficult to now and again use words to get past protocol. He had a few paper files set to be scent to his room as well for more direct copies.
He'd make his way in the room the doors swooshing open on their own to let him make his entrance. He'd spot not far off Vennel at one of the terminals he expected her to make his way here. He had told her of his plan to make direct copies. He didn't trust the elites and he didn't trust the government beyond her at least. He wanted to control the influx of intelligence over the idea of power hungry buffoons under titles of nobles wanting to only enhance their own name. She sat relaxed seemingly just waiting for him. He figured she wasn't the kind to really enjoy numbers and data pads though. She was a field type person after all.
"Most amusing you've made it down here before me... I expected you to be... fashionably late." Well more so just late by why not a little flattery. He'd say with a smirk standing behind her. four five in height but still shorter then her of course. "These files are easy enough to gather just so you know. Your systems are a cake walk to get through even the stuff a few families wanted hidden. I suppose it doesn't surprise you how many nobles see themselves and their own personally treasuries more important then your own." Dropping a set of papers from his clipboard before her. A few of the families loyal to the old ways he'd discovered mainly first class. But three elites who were transpiring to smuggle off world old treasures and payments from the ministry rather then turn them in as they should have when the new queen took power. Old rewards and old loyalists still clinging to the idea over coin then the saiyan way. Icarus not so much caring about that more so just that he had a job to do and it was for Vennel at least. As much as he wanted to sadly Luffa's files had eluded him. As well as a few other big wigs from the files. Only a few were good at covering their tracks.
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Post by Vennel on Jun 5, 2015 21:37:32 GMT
The Saiyan queen spun about her chair, turning to view the short blue skinned man as he arrived. He seemed to be holding tools in one hand, and a clip board in the other. He commented on her own lack of tardiness and rolled her eyes. Was it really so hard to believe she could be on time for something? Especially with the events that transpired at the feast, it became clear to her that extra precautions needed to be made.
First and foremost was the alien who proclaimed they were a god. Their unnaturally large battle power was monstrous and would prove problematic, if they sought to use their power to their own gain, or the gain of another. Then was the issue of the other elites, seeing an alien like that, she wondered just how that would affect her in the long run. No doubt, her inability to keep the feast the private event it was meant to be, would show her in bad lighting. So she now had the potentially contention of her throne to worry about. Granted, she could try her best to fight off challengers, if they arose, but how many, how strong would they be, and other thoughts all clouded her mind. The woman who originally interrupted to event claimed they were an Elite daughter of Radasha's, and clearly Radasha wasn't too pleased with her nor could she control her. So that alone could prove to be an issue.
These were all reasons why she'd had to seek out Icarus, and have him gather information on her would-be rivals, and any other intelligence that the Solar Saiyan Empire had.
"That much doesn't surprise me. Elites have pride in their station and birth power more than they do their actual strength. They sit idle, launging on their laurels while real Saiyans grow stronger. It's a truely despicable practice that I've sought to abolish in my short time as Queen. But unless I get another way to corale them into support, then I won't see the end of attempts on my life."
Her lips parted to reveal her teeth, as she snarled, making her nostrils flare slightly. The thought of that shit show and the ramifications that it carried annoyed her. Not to mention, it had to happen so soon after she took the throne. It meant they needed a back-up plan. She wasn't going to be killed by some unseen hand, or some alien scum who wanted to sit themselves as lord of the Saiyan people. The Saiyans had been another race's tool of war before, and she would not have that happen again. The Saiyans were a free people and made their own path, or so she believed.
Kicking her feet up and forward, she hopped out of her seated position, and jumped to her feet. Walking towards the short blue skinned man who acted as her scientific adviser, she leaned in close to him, before whispering something in his hear.
"If something should happen to me, should I be killed by someone unworthy of standing in charge of the Saiyan people, I want you to destroy as much of the Empire's research materials, and take any useful intelligence you can to the Empire's enemies. If someone like that self-proclaimed 'god' were to take the throne, or someone she supports to act as her proxy, I want you to do this. Understood?"
She hated the idea of trying to do something so underhanded, it wreaked of what she sought to do away with. But at the same time, it was a necessity. She had a love for her people that was more akin to a disappointed mother. The Saiyans seemed quite content with their place in the galactic community, with little to no ambition. But what good was their strength, or their pride, without ambition? She'd not see them waste away, or become the tools of some alien beast. She'd make sure that, from beyond the grave, she might be able to protect them yet. At least, that was her goal.
Leaning back up, she looked over at the clip board that her assistant had put down.
"Do we know what houses are involved with this?"
A part of her, remembering that Inuz person, and their claim about House Stormtail was wondering if Icarus could shed light on if House Stormtail were actually trying to cheat her or not. She could at least take care of that before whatever brewing storm finally hit.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2015 22:12:24 GMT
He didn't like the idea of trying to gain the support of such scandalous warriors who pocketed coin her or cheated the way for their imports on off worlds which only resulted in punishments of those bellow them then the real noble who spun the webs of crazy treachery. He could lightly tell from her expression. She likely clearly distastes it but she had to gain favor as she said. Support was needed for the throne to rule properly. "Saiyan politics... If you'd ask me about this... during old times I'd have told you that was a oxymoron." He'd taken on several projects since he got some power in the research sections and lab wings. But managed to pick up history revealing this was the average for saiyans. They liked greed at times as often as they liked fighting. A clawing nature to rise higher upon their social later through the blood of those bellow them and kissing the rump of those they can't defeat ahead of them.
She leaned in and whispered something to him. But Icarus would clutch at his clipboard with both hands as close as she was. He wasn't used to such direct close contact. Direct contact or personal space invasion made him uncomfortable most times. His dark cheeks hid the blush though as he looked at her face for a moment taking in her words a bit lost in the thought for a moment.
"Well its possible... I've already copied what I needed. I could easily work out a momentary wipe and leave them with fresh systems. Possibly as well jamming pods and defensive systems... But that would only work on the terms of those on the wide scale. Personal level terminals and some personal gear of elites may be out of my reach. Its likely some of those new arrivals will have gear not linked directly to the tech... But I have some ideas. Copies I already posses... So if they need delivered.... I'll do it if you wish. But I would much prefer you to live Vennel. I do not favor trying to survive without..." He'd talk silently to ensure only she heard. He had already been making copies so he already had most the Intel she'd want traded. But he also could do the wipe to hamper growth once HE or both of them fled in the future. Although the idea of possibly the loss of such information was sad to him. If he missed something in his copies it could lose history to all time. Given they had many files he had taken to a archive of conquered races as well. Luckily now and again some second class races recorded such things. It was nice to see not all non saiyans in the empire were the same destroy mind set in the field only.
As she'd look over the the papers and the clipboard he'd given her. He'd contemplate how to answer. Rolling the thoughts in his head to recall all the names. "Well the name storm tail popped up a few times... But the files seemed fishy. Like their strange dealings in the file didn't fit the history their family has had. Could be another family trying to cause trouble for them? The Karitz house is definitely not sending in all their mining resources of gems from the planet they'd taken years before. There's a list there of several names as well that I guarantee you are not sending their portion of taxes as well for trade their planets create. All the numbers don't add up and a few have connections to the old council. If I had to honestly guess I'd say many of them were given free reign to do as they pleased on their planets. The counsel fell easily at least more then I expected. They perhaps bought support over earning it with power. Understand Vennel that many people will not like following a queen through force over gaining money and power without danger. I do not argue your methods but you know many enemies likely stir. I would please recommend we do not go with open feasts like we did before. Its too much of a snake pit. I recommend that as a friend, Adviser, and Medical advice." It was better to stick to personal meetings one on ones. Not give the more shaky families chance to enact plans together. Suggesting a way to play the game carefully without showing weakness or bribery. Unsure if she'd accept it though.
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Post by Vennel on Jun 5, 2015 22:54:32 GMT
A part of her wondered what it was like during the time that Icarus apparently hailed from. It sounded like the Saiyans of old were truly the people she yearned to make her race today. But they were too caught up in the politics of today to be bothered with actually achieving something worth while as a species. Instead, she found her time mostly taken up by the pursuit of personal monetary gain, or public standing. It made her sick.
But luckily, it seemed that Icarus had already done most of the work she needed if such a post mortem plan were to but put into place. But like he said, the preferred outcome would be one where she was alive. Though if a contender for the throne tried to depose her, she wasn't going to live to be remembered for that shame, she had that much pride at least. She merely nodded, in response to Icarus' information and continue to look over the papers presented to her.
Icarus confirmed her curiosities, and there did indeed seem to be discrepencies in house Stormtail, so at the very least she could pursue the dissolution of their noble house. But upon further consideration, perhaps dissolution were not the best course of actions. While it was true the diet seemed to do more harm than good, they had a very important role, in the governing of the Empire's vassal worlds. So perhaps simply executing the head of the house and putting an individual loyal to her in charge, would end up being the best course.
Other houses were mentioned, their own dishonesties coming to light, though it seemed that not all was coming up her way. A lot of the influence she would have to gather seemed like she'd have to stoop more to their levels, purchasing allies through gifts and power. Was it truly this pathetic that the Saiyan race had traded their pride for coin?
"Very well. You can count on a significant decline in privately held events for their sake. Such things seem to be a magnet for the insane and the uninvited."
What would she do now, she wondered. She had to win the respect of the diet or else simply rule with an iron fist. Perhaps it might be better that way though, to have the old heads of each house removed in favor of a supporter of her own. There had to be some true warriors among the nobility who would like a chance to take the reigns from their fickle heads.
"What if we were to simply change the leadership among the diet. Finding true Saiyans who valued glory and honor of coin and cowardice?"
She posed the question to her subordinate, being that she at least valued his opinion in these matters. She was a warrior at heart, and as much as the change in political climate reminded her of a heated battle, it had restrictions not on her own power but rather on what boiled down to basically being a matter of favoritism. It seemed that those who had kissed the behinds of those above them were given rewards of power and status, and they then sought to lord that over their "lessers." It must have steamed them considerably to have one of those lessers, a relative unknown, assume so much power in such a short window of time. And no doubt, that was the largest opponent she had to overcome.
She looked to her pint-sized adviser, wondering what his input would be, recognizing that he had a mind for this sort of thing. And, no doubt that he could see her own struggles plain as day, given that he had been by her side through this whole mess.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2015 0:05:10 GMT
He'd look over the papers he still held liking the idea of removing personal ownership of varies places. More control and watchful eyes were needed. They needed these planets and their important service to be a extension of the crowns hand not their own limbs sprouting off in minor monarchs. It just breed more reason for small insurrections as well as rebellions. "Before I forget for some of this... lone rulers afar. I've put in some recommendations on the elites and higher class I saw in files to replace them. To rule for the empire and not themselves like those who currently stand. They'll be sent via audio and video file to your throne room for future looking over when you next visit royal matters. The requests I tried to find to suit those that will also treat the lesser species a bit more well. It might do us better to have less smaller rebellions just cause these elites refuse to give full rations and pay to the minor classes. The ending choice is up to you but if you want the machine to run well you don't want small cogs breaking here and there." Giving the idea as well to bring possible class options for future lesser races that had proved themselves. But that would be for a later date. To much discussion of change could sent the elites she already lead crazy. They liked cozy comfort power they had so he knew this would all be a slow transition. As well as figuring out how to best present them to Vennel herself as well.
He'd click his clipboard at the idea of who would take over. He definitely though the idea had its merits. "In regards to that... It could work but I'd suggest not just the elite change in post for those we choose fit. But also a small battalion of men. Perhaps third class who are up for promotion upped to first class to lead as a protection squad. Some of these mean if you change powers will fight to keep it. It'd be best to squash them quickly to put the right people in charge in such places. If we do this as well those who receive higher standing by your hand will also fight harder for you in the field. I know class is important but so is recognition of your lesser soldiers fighting to gain higher rank my queen." He supported in leadership in many of these areas. But only in direct fashion nothing that would lead into long open struggle. Plus by awarding smaller castes of low class. It would show that in Vennels throne the true soldiers who earn reward get it.
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Post by Vennel on Jun 10, 2015 2:19:25 GMT
Vennel looked over the information concerning Icarus' reccomendations. Most of these names were all foreign to her, and at best others were barely recognizable from previous examinations of the diet's hierarchy. All in all, it was a bit impressive that her companion here was able to work so fast and efficiently, though she couldn't help but wonder if he yet bore ulterior motives. But even if he did, she was far from about to accuse him of anything. He'd been nothing but helpful as she had expected of him after her first meeting with him.
"Very well. I'll go over the list at a later time, when I've the time to sit and think over it. Have a copy of your reccomendations sent to my personal datapad."
She turned her attention to the little blue man, now, as he seemed to ponder his own suggestion about further motivating the Saiyan people. It was true that many of the lower class tended to shy away from things that would truly make themselves stronger in favor of longevity, while the elite were cozy in their way of life at the top. It sickened Vennel, but at the same time, made her rise to power all the more possible. After all, had the ministers not been so relaxed in their training or neglecting it entirely, they may have been a match for her when she made her play for the throne.
"An interesting idea. So if I'm understanding this correctly, change the caste system to one that rewards merit? Allowing for promotion based on excellence? But we'd need to set a standard, otherwise we'd need to divert resources to an individual or group to decide who is worthy of promotion. I don't suppose you have such a proposal already made, do you?"
She was well able to guesstimate a proper caste system advancement to classify their warriors beyond just power level at birth, but the ramifications would be wide reaching and potentially disasterous. So she'd first weigh her advisor's idea against some of her own, before jumping onto the bandwagon. After all, it wasn't entirely necessary. She'd bested most Elite's she'd come across who were nothing but that in name, while she was a first class warrior, a commoner. And yet, she sat on the throne, and it was said that the progenitor of the tradition for ascension was not much different than herself, born of common background and power, yet achieving higher levels through perserverence and dedication to growing stronger.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2015 3:20:41 GMT
He'd already had it set up to send the data pad but would not at the request. Back ups were always in play and he was careful to ensure he tried to at least keep her informed. Although he was never really sure how much she read over in her free times. Which is why he did his best in matters of state and observation. He'd look over the clipboard a few more moments before setting it down on a nearby research table. Careful with it as well not done with the files as a few things still needed checked away in the data base as well as his personal archives.
He'd draw in a deep breath at the idea of how to properly initiate the plan he had. Some details were still being ironed out as well. But he had some ideas even if not fully sure how all the ironed out details would come together. "We could simply regulate reports as well as see how reports of other squads coincide to ensure less making up stories on reports. Could help get them to actually start filing reports as well. We always have alien types as well we can trust who care not as much for the bravado of their reports to go off of. I suggest simple and efficient watching for value. If we have a lower class earn his way up though several conquests and actual work setting himself apart he could become first class in time. An as for our First class if they choose to keep up the path of a proper loyalist an do their work and stand above one day perhaps they'd call themselves a elite of sorts. We could let them lead planets where some of our elites are failing. A warrior who starts at the bottom knows better how to deal with certain situations then a elite who has always simply used power to do so. No insult intended towards strong born it merely lets them skip a stage of learning those low class have learned and continue to grow strong from. The man one the front lines in the end are the ones we need to keep happy. Not the lazy ones who sit on their thrones in their own little made kingdoms... If the low class believes he may one day sit on those minor holdings of power under you. It would surely set some goals and make them idolize you a bit more over the elites that would prefer they always stay under them boot and heel. "
He'd think on it looking over as well at various other races that were moving about the lab. "An as you can see with other races we have valuable assets most the elites would spit at but take for granted. We merely observe and when people show they have earned a station movement we regulate and authorize it. It does not bold well to remind a man he is small. Give him room to grow and he will be the better for it. Try and stand in his way and he may turn against you... And small rebellions would truly hinder growth." Icarus trusted his growth for Ai or Vi's to handle the calculations an watchful eye on various set feats accomplished by the races. Saiyans would always be on top he likely couldn't change that. But more aliens and low class saiyans not feeling like fighting was their only means of life forever could help bring more stability and peace of just brutal fighting as the always outcome for all missions. People wanting to stand out and handle things proper to be noticed. The plan would take time to test but it could help get a more loyal self rewarding saiyan economy going within the military as well as all other forms of life in the empire.
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Post by Vennel on Jun 15, 2015 0:07:45 GMT
Nodding, Vennel saw the merits to what Icarus suggested. She turned and sat on a chair near the table they were talking over, and leaned forward, hunched over the table, drumming her fingers. It was a sound idea, true, but she worried it may have some sort of adverse cascade effect, though for the life of her she couldn't figure out what. And to be honest, she didn't much care what it might have been. If something negative were to occur, she could just revoke the edict, after all.
"Well, let's go for it, then. It'll give us a means and opportunity to promote growth and achievement within an Empire so mired in stagnation."
She personally didn't see the reason to advance through class ranks herself, but perhaps that was something others needed. The Empire functioned off a class based system, but each class had it's role. And your class did not restrict what you were capable of. She was one of the most powerful Saiyans despite not being born an Elite. In fact, those that were weaker than another one, falling into the stereotype of their class were probably the biggest cause of their own gripes. A cycle of self infliction, as she saw it.
"I'll leave the particulars to you, then, as you were the one to have put it together. Send me a proposal written out as would be required for passing a law, and I'll look it over before making a declaration."
Nodding, Vennel sat up from her chair, pushing it out behind her. To be honest, there was little else she could really talk to him about, and this entire discussion was ultimately just obfuscation for her request earlier, so as to make it appear as though they hadn't any sort of plans should things go awry.
"I don't suppose theres anything else you need to mention or discuss with me?"
She steadily approached the door that lead back into the hall way. She was heading away, but unless Icarus stopped her with something else, she was finished here. It wasn't so much she couldn't be bothered with the little man, as it was that she had other obligations to see to. The life of a Monarch was not an easy or enjoyable one, filled with duty and obligation, especially now that she was so new to it. She was the first Monarch in several years to take the Vegetan throne, and not only was she not a blood descendant, she was a commoner. She had an uphill battle of appeasements and pleasantries in order to try and win over the support of the minor monarchs that ruled the outer reaches of the Empire, so as to prevent them from splintering away. She had plans, goals, and she'd need the entire Saiyan military brought to bare in order to see it through. And even then, there was a high margin of risk.
As Vennel came upon the door, it hissed as it slid away to reveal the hall on the other side, a few Saiyans were passing by at the same moment, clearly heading off to some destination or duty. If Icarus did not stop her, she'd continue out into the hall, toward the throne room.
[Exit post, unless Icarus prolongs it PL please.]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2015 2:12:50 GMT
He'd simply shake his head to the idea of needing anything else or any information to pass on. Presently that quick order was the easiest done other projects would take time as he was still currently checking into the resources made available. Going over his clipboard again as she'd leave careful to watch her go. Curious of her duties as she'd been busy often since this all began and new responsibilities took hold. He'd not add to worries and headaches if possible. Careful with how he managed the research and development wing of the research centers. In truth Icarus was showing up more and more to be meddling in all programs and systems of the SSE Ironing out and or working on the bugs he didn't favor. Constant updates sent only to Vennels personal data pad. Using royal seal and pass codes to keep nothing off limits. If Vennel didn't raise concern of it then neither would he. None would speak against it as he had proper documentation presently to make it all look official. If anyone did protest the change on paper it would look like protesting the crown which most of the stuck up elites hadn't the balls or the preparation or likely the resources either for that.
He'd gather the papers and a few things from the lab before making his leave as well scurrying off to one of the labs he had a project cooking. New eye software he was itching to finish with various new upgrades he was sure would be great fun once he had them done. He had work to do and this wasn't the time to prattle on with anyone else. He didn't care for the other scientists he merely gave them orders and tasks by the dozens lately keeping everyone on their toes and slowly working on perfecting the staff in all departments. Prioritize prioritize prioritize.
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Bing Gan
Administrator
PL: 374,871
Enlightenment (x16P), S. Ascension (x23)
Zeni: 13,528
Tag: @bingg
OOC Name: Bing/Biggums/TruetoCaesar
Posts: 3,722
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Post by Bing Gan on Jun 15, 2015 7:35:14 GMT
Vennel, your Word Count is 3084 and your PL Gains are: 5,258! Current PL Total: 127,473 > 132,729 (stronger than Zucc when you fought in the DE!) Icarus, your Word Count is 2797 and your Zeni Gains are: 2,618! Current Zeni Total: 4,270 > New Zeni Total: 6,888! (raking in the dough! Spend it wisely you little blue man!) Vi-Poi or Kaula
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