Phoenix Rising, part six.
ComStar First Circuit Compound, Hilton Head Island, North America, Terra.
Aidan Pryde and Simon Clearwater walked through the grounds of the ComStar command centre. The spray from the see settled on them like sweet, glistering in the bright sunlight. Pryde still didn't understand why they where there: They'd spent several days visiting places like Unity City and the Kearny-Fuchida research station, but then Clearwater had received a phone call, and they had taken the first flight here.
"What are we doing here Simon?" he asked as they entered main building. The Adapt shrugged "Precenter Martail Focht just said that there was something big happening and he might need some 'help'. I have known him for a long time, and when he says something 'big' happening, he means 'monumental'." Clearwater lead Pryde down corridor after corridor, deep into the seemingly endless maze that was the home of ComStar.
Finally they came to a door marked 'Precenter Martail', and Clearwater knocked politely. The door swung open on it's own, revelling Anatasius Focht sitting behind a massive oak desk at the far end of the room. The greying MechWarrior stood "Welcome, please come in. have a seat." He motioned to two large leather chairs. Focht leaned back in his own chair "There is going to be a meeting soon, and I would like the two of you there as 'security'. The time has come for ComStar to shake off the old mysticism and work to help the Inner Sphere, not hinder it." He rubbed his eyes "But, alas, some members of the First Circuit, as well as a large number of regular ComStar personnel, are so engrossed in the old ways that there is bound to be trouble. I know I have the full support of most of the First Circuit, and about two-thirds of ComStar, but the rest may cause trouble. I need the two of you to guard the door two the council chamber. Do not let anyone in without my express permission, and if I signal you, come in with your weapons drawn." He pulled two slug-throwers from a draw in his desk and handed them over.
The Precenter Martail stood up and straightened his uniform "I do hope you don't need them, but better safe then sorry." He led Pryde and Clearwater out of the office and along a corridor to the council chamber "Wait here and keep guard. I will signal your wrist-coms if I need you." The massive oak doors opened and Focht stepped through.
After the doors had closed, Clearwater turned to Pryde "Like I said Aidan Pryde, something monumental." The former Clan Star Colonel examined the gun Focht had given him "Do you believe there will be trouble with the more extreme elements of ComStar?" Clearwater nodded "I'd put money on it."
ComStar First Circuit Compound, Hilton Head Island, North America, Terra.
Aidan Pryde and Simon Clearwater walked through the grounds of the ComStar command centre. The spray from the see settled on them like sweet, glistering in the bright sunlight. Pryde still didn't understand why they where there: They'd spent several days visiting places like Unity City and the Kearny-Fuchida research station, but then Clearwater had received a phone call, and they had taken the first flight here.
"What are we doing here Simon?" he asked as they entered main building. The Adapt shrugged "Precenter Martail Focht just said that there was something big happening and he might need some 'help'. I have known him for a long time, and when he says something 'big' happening, he means 'monumental'." Clearwater lead Pryde down corridor after corridor, deep into the seemingly endless maze that was the home of ComStar.
Finally they came to a door marked 'Precenter Martail', and Clearwater knocked politely. The door swung open on it's own, revelling Anatasius Focht sitting behind a massive oak desk at the far end of the room. The greying MechWarrior stood "Welcome, please come in. have a seat." He motioned to two large leather chairs. Focht leaned back in his own chair "There is going to be a meeting soon, and I would like the two of you there as 'security'. The time has come for ComStar to shake off the old mysticism and work to help the Inner Sphere, not hinder it." He rubbed his eyes "But, alas, some members of the First Circuit, as well as a large number of regular ComStar personnel, are so engrossed in the old ways that there is bound to be trouble. I know I have the full support of most of the First Circuit, and about two-thirds of ComStar, but the rest may cause trouble. I need the two of you to guard the door two the council chamber. Do not let anyone in without my express permission, and if I signal you, come in with your weapons drawn." He pulled two slug-throwers from a draw in his desk and handed them over.
The Precenter Martail stood up and straightened his uniform "I do hope you don't need them, but better safe then sorry." He led Pryde and Clearwater out of the office and along a corridor to the council chamber "Wait here and keep guard. I will signal your wrist-coms if I need you." The massive oak doors opened and Focht stepped through.
After the doors had closed, Clearwater turned to Pryde "Like I said Aidan Pryde, something monumental." The former Clan Star Colonel examined the gun Focht had given him "Do you believe there will be trouble with the more extreme elements of ComStar?" Clearwater nodded "I'd put money on it."