Black prophecy where is admiral gira

He's an important member of the council and he is quite influential in the Senate of Nara. We have him to thank for the impulse cannons on our shuttles.

Admiral Gira : The Senator has asked to be informed as soon as you return from Pan. You've obviously left quite an impression on him. He considers you to be a loyal and extremely reliable pilot and he'd like to have a word with you in private. I'll patch you through to him.

Sit up straight! Senator Lethorin : Greetings! Your admiral spoke very highly of you. I don't need to tell you about the unfortunate events on the Cebulon. The attack damaged not only the Spire but also several carrier ships within the blast radius. Senator Lethorin : Some of them sustained hill breaches and have lost a lot of oxygen. Internal structural damage on others has ruptured supply conduits, causing them to release plasma, gases, and toxic liquids.

It will take days, maybe even weeks, to repair the majority of the damage. Senator Lethorin : The Spire does not have the capacity to take on the tens of thousands of military and civilian personnel whose lives are in danger because of defective life support systems. This is why we need every available pilot to ferry supplies to keep primary support systems running on the affected ships.

Do you want to help us save thousands of lives? Senator Lethorin : I knew your heart was in the right place! You'll find a train of energy containers there with deuterium plasma and liquid oxygen destined for the Kanku Maru.

Tell him Senator Lethorin sent you. Get to it! Every minute counts! Lieutenant Singh : How nice of you to finally show up!

Those scumbags out there came out of nowhere and the first thing they did was shoot off my radio module. Lieutenant Singh : Now I can't transmit anything more than a couple of hundred meters. D'you think you might consider keeping this Jadd Baran scum away from the cargo stores for me? Lieutenant Singh : These vermin are worse than a pile of maggots.

If one of them accidentally hits the plasma stores, the explosion will make what happened to the Cebulon look like fireworks. Lieutenant Singh : A Jadd Baran transporter headed for the hangar? Those sons of guns want to pillage the station. Lieutenant Singh : Security personnel to the hangar! All security personnel to the hangar immediately! Intercept that transporter, whatever it takes! Lieutenant Singh : Here comes another Jadd Baran transporter. It's headed for the hangar. Intercept that heap before it reaches the station!

Lieutenant Singh : Another one coming. They just don't give up! That should be the last one. I hope Lieutenant Singh : Thanks, that was good work. You turned up just in the nick of time. What are you doing out out here in the cargo zone?

Lieutenant Singh : Ah, it's you OK, come in, your train is waiting. You can park the shuttle in section Your cargo is waiting in transporter no. You'll have to fly solo, though.

We don't have enough pilots to put two in the transporters. Lieutenant Singh : It's not exactly by the book, but we've had to improvise all day. The coordinates for the Kanku Maru are already in the system. The vendor held up his hands in conciliation, though he looked anything but surprised.

Hardly anyone wants to have anything to do with the perverts who patronize it. You're on the wrong track here anyway, it's over there in the Genide section, Level Not exactly the best address, but what do I care? So, is it a deal? I was going to call it a day, anyway. A lousy day. They're all after cyce, might as well throw the rest of the stuff away. It's the new libido prosthesis on Babylon. Half synthetic, half organic, and it moves, even after you've chewed it and swallowed it.

Gives you an atomic pylon and purges your digestive system at the same time. It probably cleans out the sewers as well once you've excreted it. Some say the Genides designed it, other the Jadds.

Like a piece? On the house. Jerome had been in shuttle cockpits, had travelled on ore freighters and on hoverboards, but never on a mobile snack bar. If you're ever wandering round here without a navbot again or just need some hot shit to chew on, you know where to find me.

A thin metal strip appeared, the pointed end of which worked its way down from his left ear to the corner of his mouth. Moe spoke into the microphone: "He's coming over now. Bridge 8. I expect to receive the agreed sum within three hours, on the usual conditions. Yes, sir. Silently the vehicle turned and headed toward the centre of the mall. Moe watched it go until some flickering in the hologram array above attracted his attention.

A good quarter of the advertising projections turned black and after a few seconds the Stellarvox emblem, together with the audio logo of the station, appeared on them, filling the whole screen.

The female voice of the android newsreader could be heard: Here is Stellarvox Veritas with a special announcement. It is now considered certain that Extremist sleepers, who had worked on CEBULON for months as mechanics and maintenance personnel on the flight decks, were activated. This is an important gain for the Jadd Baran, giving them a powerful squadron of fighters for the second phase of their colonization of Triamon. In a crisis meeting, called at short notice on the Flagship PSARA, Senator Lethorin speculated that the high number of victims among the Genides suggested collusion on the part of the Tyi with the Jadd Baran - a piece of deliberate provocation which, as expected, Ambassador Celeste sharply condemned and dismissed as wishful thinking and malicious troublemaking.

In the meantime Admiral Amos Gira, who only a few weeks ago was appointed neutral chair of the Triamon Council, is trying to mediate between the opposing parties. In his first public statement Gira said that it was the aim of the Jadd Baran to poison the atmosphere of mutual trust which had been built up prior to the Council.

The picture changed and an old, almost antiquated-looking android appeared on the screen The attacks by the Jadd Baran in the Ianos system once more reveal how deep the gap between the Superiors and the Extremists remains and how fragile the peace is that people bought with their blood in the Second Species War, he said in solemn tones. A peace which exists on paper, but not inside people's heads.

Leading political commentators have warned us that a conflict which has been going on for years cannot be resolved within a few months. The opposing sides, with their rigid insistence on historically based demands and claims, are too far apart.

Achieving colonial peace is a process that will take decades. According to a study by leading Tyi and Genide cultural historians the conflict is ninety-five per cent of a psychological nature.

The Superiors are accusing each other of a desire for hegemony, competitiveness, envy and a collective image-neurosis. This hostility and mutual prejudice will only be overcome with the arrival of a new, enlightened generation, but where can that develop in a universe in which all species harbor such deep-rooted antipathies toward each other? Once again it is the Jadd Baran who have sparked things off.

For months now hardliners among the Genides have been demanding stronger measures against the outlawed organization - but also an end to the policy of cozying up to the Tyi, which many see as weakness.

Following the recent incidents, experts are concerned that a Third Species War may be brewing. If they are right, it could be the last war in the history of mankind. That was Smetana on Stellarvox Veritas. Moe gave a contemptuous snort. If it hadn't been for the flicker of the hologram over the entrance, suggesting degenerate life inside, you would have thought you were looking at a ruin used for fire practice.

The bar was empty, all the chairs and tables still concealed in the walls or the floor. The only movement came from a cybernetic barkeeper behind the counter. He looked up briefly, croaked, "We're closed," and went back to his drudgery.

He was clearly convinced the disturbing presence would go away if it was not offered either a drink or music. The barkeeper had four arms, to allow him to work quickly and efficiently, but only one leg, which was more of a support than a mobile limb and ran along a guide-rail let into the floor. Jerome had never seen such antiquated droid model still in active service. Jerome stood in the barkeeper's way, trusting his owner had not deactivated the collision control.

The droid stopped, rolled back a few feet then set off toward Jerome again. I'd like to speak to the owner. Rodin is indisposed. My intention was to reconstruct it to the best of my ability. At the ultrasound showers take lift 9 down four floors to the nudist deck where a naked dreadnought will be waiting for you.

Get undressed and give it your clothes, otherwise it will amputate your left leg. After it has let you through, follow the corridor for two hundred yards until you come to a small fountain. There you must do fifteen press-ups, at which a hatch will open. Climb the ladder up the maintenance shaft until you come to a corridor where you can hear birds chirruping.

There you will find my owner in the room with door number But be careful you don't get the wrong one. Opening and looking in costs ten Coron pro door. Is that all clear? Then will you please stop blocking my conductor so that I can get on with my work. Thank you, have a nice day. With his other hand he drew his gun and pressed the barrel against the android's forehead. No idea, funnyman, you tell me. Now drop the pulser, otherwise your trip to Babylon will end up in the trash can. The man behind him was half a head taller than him but too corpulent for a Genide.

It was difficult to tell how old he was, since most of his face was disfigured by scars. Accidents happened in civilian life too, but in general the survivors didn't wear pilot's uniform. The man Jerome was facing must be a Triamon veteran.

At first sight it looked as if Rodin had stuck the gravity gun casually under his arm, but on a closer look Jerome realized this was a mistake: the gravity gun was his arm! It gives you a much more relaxed attitude to life. The squadron made jokes about it and admin.