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Post by Sarah Jane on May 23, 2011 23:03:00 GMT -5
"Okay you two. Small talk yes. Quiet, yes. Touching no, . . . .mind melding, no." She pushed the talk button on the PA. "Mr.Smith, rout Dr.Sambur's call to my cell. And I won't be needing your services in regards whether our guest is insides in or insides out. Please perform this duty if I give the code, "Plum Sauce"."
Sarah Jane realized this might be distressing to her young ward. Either she would guess that Sarah Jane was bluffing, or it wouldn't be a bad idea to curb the girl's behavior with this almost empty threat to the boy. It would be his ego she would turn inside out if he gave her cause.
Her cell went off and she walked off toward the kitchen, pointing at the pair of them, eyebrows admonishing them no funny business for a moment. From her new vantage, she turned and kept an eye on them, if not necessarily an ear.
"Hello? Doctor Sambur? Thank you for calling. It's Sarah Jane Smith. If you know who I am, perhaps you would understand why I'm calling you in regards a bit of a look-see around over at Majestic-12. Surely you have some sort of public tour, or some such, but considering our common goal, I was hoping for something more personal." She was saying, with intermittent pauses, presumably while Doctor Sambur was speaking.
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Post by The First Doctor on May 25, 2011 21:52:24 GMT -5
A few minutes earlier...
Doctor Martin Sanbur read the e-mail - an e-mail sent to his non-public address - for a second time, and frowned.
"Sarah Jane Smith..." he mused out loud. "Where have I heard that name before? English, I think."
He moved to a different computer and keyed in a complex, time-stamped password. "Hopefully not one of those idiots from Torchwood..." He typed in a database query.
The results weren't long in coming back, and they started out with the warning "Top Secret MAJESTIC BLUEBOX". He blinked, and smiled.
"Let's see... Worked for UNIT in the 1970s... involved in MAJESTIC MOONDUST EASY CANON in the EARLY 80's... involvement in multiple EBE encounters in Britain over the last two decades... possibly still a UNIT agent..."
He laughed and reached for the phone...
"Hello? Doctor Sambur? Thank you for calling. It's Sarah Jane Smith."
"My pleasure, Ms. Smith. Your assistant went to considerable lengths to contact me, so I felt it was the least I could do."
"If you know who I am, perhaps you would understand why I'm calling you in regards a bit of a look-see around over at Majestic-12. Surely you have some sort of public tour, or some such, but considering our common goal, I was hoping for something more personal."
He nodded, fully aware how foolish it was. "Of course, of course. I believe we could arrange something mutually beneficial. When would you like to come, and was there anything specific you wanted to see?"
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Post by The Bookkeeper on May 26, 2011 9:48:34 GMT -5
(( By the way guys, I am active. I am just waiting until Sarah Jane gets to America to start again. ))
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Post by Arian Cadence on May 26, 2011 21:25:56 GMT -5
Arian helped himself to a seat on a couch, looking this girl over. TADD was still twitching in his pocket, and he slowly became aware that he desperately needed to install an off switch. He shrugged it off for now, and he let his ears perk to some of the woman's conversation. She seemed to be investigating something similar to what he was most concerned about. Those supersoldiers were now at the top of his priority list. For now, however, he turned his attention to the younger girl in front of him.
"So!" He spoke quietly, as ordered. "You know a bit about me, and I hardly know anything about you. Not that I know what to ask..." He paused and looked contemplative for a moment. "I'd feel rude digging for background information. Is there anything you could tell me that would give me an idea of who you two are, without divulging any big secrets?" He felt as though this Sarah Jane and Lutessa pairing would be interesting company.
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Post by Archetype2 on May 26, 2011 22:45:30 GMT -5
Was there any other Background information....backgrounds were scenery right? Did that make as little sense to Alian as it did her? The redhead thought a moment then realized what he meant by that. "Oh..." she breathed out, finally getting the meaning behind it. "I don't have a background to inform you of...not much of one at least." she told him, sitting down on the couch next to him. "Well, aside from the whole, I let an alien into the attic to see Mr. Smith and it threatened to kill me thing." she explained.
"Sarah Jane is a what was it called again....Oh yes, a Journalist, so if I remember correctly she goes around investigating things of interest, not all of which involve aliens." Lutessa said, rather proud of herself for having remembered the job title. "I think I might try doing that sometime, it seams fun and the other girl who goes to university but whose parents live down the road does the same thing as Sarah Jane does...well she's training to do it." she corrected herself quickly. "Your half alien, well, I'm not sure what I'd classify as but I was made in a very dark place." she informed him, keeping her voice low while Sarah Jane was on the phone. "I don't know the exact way I was made though." To anyone else, it would seam like she was referring to her birth and in a way, she was but she wasn't *born* like everyone else was and wasn't quite sure if using the word born would be approperate.
"I've been Lutessa now for almost a whole entire week." she informed him, rather pleased of this fact and viewing it as an accomplishment. She remember the Rat Man who had said he was Jeremy Sontar but who wasn't, had he taken the real Jeremy Sontar's body? Did Jeremy Sontar ever live and was he real? She started to wonder just what life would have been like if she had been born instead of made, if she'd had one of those childhood things people often remembered so fondly...but this was hers, these were the days she could look back on when she grew more, her very own unique start.
Looking at Arian she asked, in her unknowingly wrongly worded way "So who made you?" she questioned, the use of Made instead of born or any normal substituted word.
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Post by Sarah Jane on May 28, 2011 17:09:36 GMT -5
"Doctor Sambur,"
Sarah Jane had decided not to tip her hand yet. At least some of the people at the Majestic 12 were not to be trusted. Not anyone who would follow Cybermen technology quite so closely.
"I'd be happy to use my experience to help identify anything you've still got laying around in your little 'cupboard of mysteries'. There are details one just can't find in the reports, and require hands-on experience in the identifier to read the subtleties. In return, I'd hope you'd let me bring along one, maybe three of my staff-in-training.
"I wouldn't wish to press you to what level of operation you are willing to show me, but quite frankly, Doctor Sambur, you are unlikely to have anything on hand that would be unknown to me. As an Alie in both world politics and planet of origin, I would hope you would open your doors to me all around. I might even be of some assistance. I will also, of course, be bringing over a few files that might be an interesting addition to your own. Files I would not wish to send through the Internet.
"Keeping humanity safe is a big job. I'd like my young staff to see how the United States of America gets the job done. Oh, and one last thing I'm hoping for. I'd like to bring one personal piece of - "
Her pause was almost in detectable. In that fraction of a second she realized that if the United States of America knew she was bringing with her something with such possible martial applications as her Sonic Lipstick, they would ask of her to let them study it. Reproduce it. Warp it's very nature into something that killed no doubt,
" - scanning equipment that has alien technology over with me in the airplane. With your clearance that is. if you'd be so kind."
90% of Sarah Jane's mind was plotting, That left 10% to wonder about the young Hybrid on the couch. She didn't know a thing about him except that Lutessa seemed to like him. That was a good sign. Whatever happened, she had no intention of her and Lutessa going overseas alone.
And she had learned that when the human race was threatened, the curious and the concerned came out of the woodwork. It was good to know she was not alone.
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Post by The First Doctor on May 29, 2011 22:54:46 GMT -5
"I'd be happy to use my experience to help identify anything you've still got laying around in your little 'cupboard of mysteries'. There are details one just can't find in the reports, and require hands-on experience in the identifier to read the subtleties. In return, I'd hope you'd let me bring along one, maybe three of my staff-in-training."
On the other side of the Atlantic, Doctor Sambur smiled. "That could be arranged, of course. Your assistance would be most welcome. But, and I hope you won't find me too cynical when I say this, I must wonder what you would get out of this offer? What is it you are wanting to see?"
"I wouldn't wish to press you to what level of operation you are willing to show me, but quite frankly, Doctor Sambur, you are unlikely to have anything on hand that would be unknown to me. As an Alie in both world politics and planet of origin, I would hope you would open your doors to me all around. I might even be of some assistance. I will also, of course, be bringing over a few files that might be an interesting addition to your own. Files I would not wish to send through the Internet."
A chuckle. "I think we might still be able to surprise you, Ms. Smith. But you're certainly correct. Our relations with UNIT have been strained, recently, what with my government's unwillingness to pay UN dues. And your Prime Minister ordering the death of our President has made relations between our nations... tense."
He paused. "And yes, I am fully aware that John Saxon was some sort of alien agent provocateur of those 'Toclafane' entities. But it does still make matters difficult."
Another pause. "Nevertheless, I agree. An information sharing visit would be an excellent diplomatic move. I assume that this would be an unofficial visit?"
"Keeping humanity safe is a big job. I'd like my young staff to see how the United States of America gets the job done. Oh, and one last thing I'm hoping for. I'd like to bring one personal piece of... scanning equipment that has alien technology over with me in the airplane. With your clearance that is. if you'd be so kind."
"I'll need more details, of course. But I see no difficulty in doing that."
He checked his calendar. "When would you like to visit? I'm fairly busy, but there's nothing in the next two weeks that I can't postpone."
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Post by agentx on May 30, 2011 11:21:38 GMT -5
Meanwhile, at an army base known as Area 51, a visitor had arrived.
A man got out of a black limo that had pulled up in front of the base. He checked his briefcase, straightened his tie, and walked to the first security checkpoint. Normally, this man would have been gunned down if he had even gotten close. But this was no ordinary man. He was the Sentinel. And today, he had a job to do.
When the Sentinel got to the guards, he showed them his ID card. The guards hesitated uneasily before letting him in. As he passed, one of the guards shivered slightly. Whoever he was meeting with, the guard thought, he felt sincerely sorry for them.
* * * * * * *
"Mr. Harper, I presume?" asked Lieutenant Jacoby, the second in command to General Weaver. "Yes, that would be me." The Sentinel answered. "How are you doing with the Specters?"
"Alright, overall. Some people are skeptical, but what are you going to do?" Jacoby answered. He activated a retina scanner and an ominous looking metal door opened. They walked through it, the security cameras watching them. "The General's busy right now, so he assigned me to show you our...progress." he added, as various mechanical noises were heard. "Our engineers have been working around the clock on them, and we've never seen anything like it."
"It's somewhat of a shock, correct? We think we're the only race in the universe, and then another one shows up out of the blue." The Sentinel commented with a slight grin. He had long prepared for this moment, and now it was about to come.
"Oh, yeah, it is. Anyway, here we are." Jacoby replied. They stepped out onto a windowed platform looking down at the dark secret that the US Government had kept since Roswell.
And as the Sentinel saw them, his grin faded, his eyes widened, and he whispered two words in shock.
"My god..."
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Post by Sarah Jane on May 31, 2011 15:28:51 GMT -5
"Doctor Sambur, politics aside, I'm in search of peace of mind. I've been the unofficial defender of Earth since before you graduated from college. I can't tell you what a relief it would be to know that I need only keep a close eye on this Continent, and leave America to the Americans. I'd like to see your files on all the Alien contacts you've had, and see what you think you know about them. I'd like to see whatever Alien artifacts you've been keeping, and how you're securing them. Maybe I can tell you even more about than you know. And certainly I won't know if you are keeping secrets, so there is no reason to fuss. Besides, why would you wish to keep secrets? Surely we are Allies. I can't imagine the United States of America making a deal with Aliens that would be dangerous to the Human race.
In return? It isn't a bad idea for the defenders of earth to be familiar with the possible tools we have that might be at each others disposal in case of global crisis. Sharing of information, much like you have among the defenders of America now, right? FBI, CIA. . .all the letters getting along together eh?
Last but not least, I have a new crew on board involved in my own efforts. I'd like to see them get the broadest education that they can, all in the cause of keeping Earth safe. After all, Doctor, I'm a woman in my sixties, and I can't do this job forever." She pulled the age card for the first time in her life. It left a foul taste in her mouth, but up against Hybrid Cyberman, Human Soldier Clones, and heavily Mad Scientists from foreign lands, she would do what it took.
"Doctor Sambur, we'll be there in three days. I'm calling you because I got a job from Adventure Travel Magazine from and old friend of mine. Just a little color piece about your quaint 'Burning Man Festival' designed to help keep peace between the people of my country and yours, considering." Now she was just making stuff up, though certainly this little idea had been brewing in the back of her mind since the moment she'd decided to go. She had a little surprise for Lutessa, the girl would be doing Sarah Jane's research for the article, and writing it as well, at least a first draft, if she showed the inclination.
"We can exchange details in e-mail, couldn't we? When and where, and such? All right then, Doctor Sambur."
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Post by The First Doctor on May 31, 2011 17:29:09 GMT -5
"Three days, eh?" Sambur checked his calendar. "If you can arrange a layover in Washington on the way to the Burning Man, I can meet you and your staff and do a preliminary briefing. Or would you prefer to meet after the festival?"
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Post by Sarah Jane on May 31, 2011 23:03:26 GMT -5
"Doctor Sambur, it's come to my attention that you have a main hub near Gerlatch Nevada. That small town isn't more than 12 miles from Black Rock City." She had chosen Burning Man because she was remembering the point on the map Mr.Smith had indicated to her as an excellent source of information. The wild festival was the only thing she could think of that was in the right place at the right time, and large enough an event to bring a Journalist like herself to cover it.
"We'll be flying in, and best we get to our visit before we've spent too much time with the unwashed hordes. Certainly the difference of a day one way or the other shouldn't matter. At your convenience. You're being most kind, thank you Doctor Sambur." She knew she was pressuring him, but it was also her privilege. If he said no, she'd simply break in. That is what the Sonic Lipstick was for.
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Post by The Inventor on Jun 1, 2011 21:40:33 GMT -5
The Inventor, in his usual short sleeve collared shirt, which was blue today, blue jeans, his pair of steel-toed boots, and leather jacket, was in a good mood today, so he figured he would get some work done on the TARDIS today. Starting to reach for his wrench, his TARDIS started making its signature, "vooorp, vooorp." He sat up suddenly, narrowly miss hitting his head on the console, and said, "Where to now?" So, since he was traveling again, The Inventor figured that he would repair the outside scanner. Well, at least I'm getting some work done before the adventure today. he thought as he remembered every other trip he had been on.
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Post by The First Doctor on Jun 2, 2011 6:10:19 GMT -5
Doctor Sambur covered his surprise admirably. "Black Rock City, eh? You have some remarkable resources at your disposal." He considered for a few moments. "All right. Yes, that would work. Particularly since its near your destination anyway. And three days, you say? Why don't I arrange to meet you at the McCarran International Airport? We can talk on our way to Black Rock."
He paused again. "Oh, and if you'll send me the particulars of the scanning device you'll be bringing along, I'll make arrangements to get it through customs."
Area 51...
"My god..." the Sentinel whispered in shock.
Jacoby nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it got me like that the first time I saw it."
The room wasn't all that large, perhaps the size of a gymnasium. It was packed with computers and other electronics, all of which focused on or connected to the object in the center of the room.
The object was a dull, faceted sphere, perhaps 5 meters in diameter. Part of the sphere sat open, double doors in the side of the smooth curve revealing an interior that was much larger than the exterior. Just barely visible was an inactive time rotor.
"We've had this, this whatever it is, since 1947," Jacoby said. "It's what came down in Roswell. We spent decades trying to get into it, and then it just opened up last year."
He stood next to the Sentinel for a minute longer, then clapped him on the shoulder. "But hey, you'll get a chance to look over this more later on. Right now, the General wants me to introduce you to the Specters."
Chicago, Lou Malnati's Pizzeria
Jim downed half a glass of beer at one go. "I think that was the worst experience of my life."
The man called Chris Mesler polished off a cup of coffee, and poured himself a refill. "I think we all know that's not true."
"I thought it was neat!" gushed Jasmine as she stuffed pizza into he mouth. "Miss Winfrey is such a nice lady!"
"Don't talk with your mouth full," Mandy said automatically. She looked at her husband. "And you did fine, Jim."
"Yes," Chris agreed, tearing open three packets of sweet-n-low and two of sugar, and sprinkling it over his pizza. "I don't think the Specters could have gotten better publicity."
Everyone else at the table stared at his plate in shock. "What?" he asked.
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Post by Arian Cadence on Jun 2, 2011 22:24:16 GMT -5
Arian paused and thought for a moment. He made a mental note that he HAD to get better at talking to kids. But...what had she said? Something about being Lutessa for only a week? There was no doubt in his mind now that something strange was going on with this girl, but he pushed it to the back of his mind. Asking would be rude, and it honestly didn't seem all that important.
"A Journalist! Ah, I love a good journalist. Always curious! Kinda like me, I just lack the focus and the objectivity. And I really don't like opinion pieces. Not my thing. I'm all science-y and stuff."
And then she asked who made him. He paused for a minute, thought about what he was about to say, and then went through it slowly. "I was made by an alien who crash landed and got stuck in stasis and a woman who was smart enough to notice he was an alien, but the alien is now a recluse living up in the mountains somewhere. Oh, and my mother is a geologist. That one's not as interesting, I suppose, when it comes right down to it..." He chuckled a little. Still, geology! Woo! ...Yeah.
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Post by Archetype2 on Jun 2, 2011 23:18:14 GMT -5
She stared at Arian for a moment, thinking. "You were made by an alien and a human...I was made from many....everyone." she said, cautious of what she was saying and trying not to say anything she shouldn't, not doing a very good job mind you but still, trying.
She blinked a few times and frowned. "Science-y?" she asked curiously, her head moving to one side as she spoke. "What's Sarah Jane doing? When will she be done?" she asked, assuming somehow that Arian had the answer she wanted. "Reclusive means...alone right? He is alone in the mountains? But why?" she questioned
Her eyes moved to Sarah Jane's direction as the women was on some kind of communications device with someone Lutessa didn't know. She watched the area carefully, waiting for something to happen before bringing her attention back to Arian and smiling. "I would like you to view something." she said, rather excitedly as she stood up and went over to the near-by table. Opening a drawer she removed the colourful cube from it, closed it and went back to Arian. "This is my...cube, Sarah Jane said it was a puzzle, I have found I enoy puzzles." she explained holding it out for Arian to try if he wanted.
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