To Parliament

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Title

To Parliament

Date

2012 September 26

IC Date

2531 July 25

Location

Parliament house - Londinium

Appearing

Director Calira Dumont
Director Brennart Henderson
Attorney Rhonwen O'Neil-McCoy
Captain Malchior Havoc
Lt. Heather Jacy
Dakota Cathcart

In light of recent events - including the Caveman Flu and the Live Fire training exercise conducted on Persephone the directors of ACI and Interpol, along with select members of their divisions, as summoned to testify before Parliament




The parliament session that is called to order for this day is not quite settled OR in session as of yet, the parliament members milling around in the halls outside, on the parliament floor, even more arriving by the moment. The number of parliament members who actually hold positions is, however, greatly OUTNUMBERED by the number of flunkies, secretaries, go-fers, pages and a dozen other type of political flea that clings to the belly of the beast of the political machinery that Parliament is. Called to testify today on a number of things, Director Dumont is pacing in the crowded hall, one hand tugging at her dress uniform while the other sleeks over the top of her head, smoothing her hair into place - though it's already sleeked into a thick braid that's coiled in a knot at the nape of her neck.


Moving at her own pace Rhonwen makes her way from her office towards the parliamentary chambers. Walking next to her is comparatively young man with brown hair and blue eyes. Both of them are dressed to the nines and they carry themselves with some pride and there is a level of comfort between the two of them. Rhonwen as usual is dressed in suit and she is walking with cane and carrying old leather briefcase that looks like it barely survived the war of unification. The young man next to her is just carrying an PDA. "Rhonnie, you are aware you have dinner tonight with Jude Collins."

"Thank you Marcus, do you think we will be able to reschedule dinner. I know what he is after and I am just not in the mood to give it to him. Talk to Paris and see if she be able to talk him into it. Tell him I have a sick kid or something."


Malchior hated being called into the action of the Parliament, though he does seem well prepared for the occasion. Afterall, he's got himself finely groomed and pulled together in the finest pressed of his dress attire. The fabric cuts down on his tall frame quite nicely without unnecessary wrinkles or bulges, though a hand is improperly tucked into one pocket as his other hand seems to be curiously fiddling around on a slightly transparent screen. Text and images seem to be flying up and down the viewing area, but the sharp blue eyes peek up every few moments or so just to be sure nothing has gone wrong. It was apparent he was nervous. <English>


Calira gives another tug at her uniform jacket then makes the conscious effort to leave it be. It's tailored, after all, the damn thing fits. Just because she's itching to be anywhere BUT waiting to speak before Parliament does not mean that she needs to tug and yank at her uniform like somehow that'll make the collar not rub against her neck or the stupid formal sash be any less ridiculous looking. It wouldn't do, however, to appear in a tac vest and battle makeup, that'd set the wrong tone. She spots Rhonwen approaching and, at the sight of their legal beagle, Nedra's tension abates somewhat. She nods to Malchior, spots the handheld screen he's fiddling and smothers a laugh. Trust Malchior to find a way to amuse himself to pass the time. <English>


A dimpled smile is offered to Cal. "Cal darling you are fine they are not going to eat you today. I am sure they will find you too stringy and tough if they did." Malchior whom she has not met is offered a nod of her head in greeting. "He with you?" She asks Cal as she motions with her head towards Malchior. Once she is near enough to them she stops walking and leans on her cane.

Marcus rolls his eyes at Rhonwen and leans in to whispers something into her ear. She gets a wicked look in her eye before she whispers something back to him. He nods. "As you wish Rhonnie I will get Sara on it right now."

"Excellent, Marcus. Tell Keefs who is manning the door that if he is tries not to let you back into the chambers afterwards that I will have a chat with him." Rhonwen says to Marcus. He nods again and moves to leave.

Rhonwen's attention is now drawn back to them. <English>


Malchior seems preoccupied a few moments longer than usual with an article as a hand rises up to scratch at his scalp, fingernails raking through the fluffy pink locks enough to dislodge a bobby pin that was keeping the mess tame. It seems accidental and is very quickly hidden down into the depths of a pocket before the attempt is made to simply push the loose strands back behind an ear rather than go through the process of clever hair-fixing. As he preens his feet shuffle, taking a few steps between people to bring his bubbly self right on over to invade the personal space beside Calira without fear.

"Lighten up," he mentions to her very faintly before he has noticed Rhonwen's approach, a most handsome smile pulling up at the corners of his lips as he dips his head forward in greeting. "Not in the most necessary capacity, I should think. But to provide support. I snuck in a banner or two. Air horn.." he jokes in an idle tone, shoulders rolling as he looks back toawrd the woman in uniform for her reaction, though doesn't seem all the most serious either way. <English>


A grin forms on Calira's face, "Rhonwen, not only would I be tough and stringy, I'd give them indigestion of the worst sort." She steps forward and, after manouvering around Rhonwen's aide, embraces the brilliant lawyer briefly, "You're looking well," she decides after stepping back. "That ought to put some of them," by 'them' she means the parliament members, "off their game. They expect all lawyers to be dried up old men who only know how to bend the elbow to lift a drink." This said, another grin, and she waves one hand toward Malchior - who invades her personal space, without fear, because he's Captain Havoc and her call sign ought to be 'Ware' as in 'havoc and ware' but anyway. "Captain Havoc, may I introduce to you Attorney Rhonwen O'Neil-McCoy, our DA and resident legal expert?" <English>


The banner or two and the air horn comment have that wicked look in Rhonwen's eyes turning impish. "I think it might help our cause, these meetings are unique and rather long winded." She laughs. "Nay, I will let you both in on secret, those that know me usually are on the opposite side of the desk of me and they are not keen on me. Then again, they are also not usually folks I would take home for dinner with my family. They also usually end up in committee hearing." She tells them in a soft voice that hopefully only they can hear. "It is a pleasure to meet you Captain." She says to him. Then her attention is back to Cal. "Are you ready for this Cal?" <English>


Malchior seems interested in the conversation newly formed, hand sliding his data pad away so that he might grin further and offer a slightly more proper bow. "The pleasure is mine, miss O'Neil McCoy. I believe I've heard the name before, but this is the first time we've officially met," he offers politely before lips are sealed and eyes are back on Calira. "Whatever it'll take. I'm sure you'll do fine."


Brenn strides into the waiting area or whatever it is they're standing around in dressed in his nice suit because he hasn't pulled out his uniform just yet been hiding from the caveman virus. He looks over at Calira, "So Cal, whats going on? Got told to head over here but no idea on the why." <English>


"Most politicians are not the sort of person that one would chose to entrust small children, beloved pets of any kind, potted plants or large quantities of money, let alone the right to send our fighting men and women in any direction other than home. NOT by way of a combat zone, sans armor and gear," Calira replies with a wry glimpse of a smile. She nods, "Course I am. All I have to do is picture the lot of them being lined up in the hangar bay on the Temperance and having the authority to tell them to walk home, from orbit," she explains. At Brenn's arrival she looks even more settled: "Certain members of Parliament are calling into question our handling of the virus. Our handling of the hostage situation on Persephone after the Admiral was assaulted. And, in light of the first two questions, calling into review our discretionary budget." <English>


"Virus is handled by another department. The situation should have had a quarantine called the planetary authorities and if they could not have handled the situation then the military should have been called in. From what I understand of the situation no such calls went out. I myself was here and not there. But then again I am not privy to all order that are given out. If they are going to be doing finger pointing I would have them start propping the planetary authority of Persephone and a few other planets first." Rhonwen says to them. Brenn is offered a smile. "Nice to see you Bennart."

Malchior is offered a smile. "I have heard of as well Captain, now you I would bring home to meet my family." A page catches her eye and she nods. "They are about to call us in." She tells the gathering. "Who wants to take Louie?" She holds up her briefcase. <English>


Brenn shrugs, "If they lay the blame on our department means it'll be easier for me to go fishing off my back deck..." <English>


"No one wants to take me home to their family, miss," Malchior shrugs with a still amused demeanor before his head is tilted in greeting to Brenn. "Good to see you here, too. I guess we can hang together," he taunts the man with a newer playful smile before attention is back to Rhonwen. "Louie? Louie who?" <English>


Calira gives one last tug at her uniform jacket, smooths the sash, is briefly - deeply - envious of Brenn's sensible suit attire instead of being trussed up like a holiday hen in dress uniform, and nods at Rhonwen. "I agree. Especially considering the fact that our efforts to render aid and assistance were greeted with waves of hostility and rejection of same." She moves her shoulders slightly, "Louie is one heck of a handbag, Row," she says, lightly teasing the attorney before she nods at the officious looking little page who's come to escort them to their seats. "If they put us on those damned rickety chairs - again - I'm going to find one of my own and swap it out," she mutters in a not so quiet aside as she follows the page onto the parliament floor. The parliament chamber is a massive and ostentatious affair with row after row of seats, desks, chair, terminals, giant screens mounted in the walls and suspended from the ceiling. She looks around, bites back a sarcastic remark about the good use of funds, and continues forward. <English>


"Louie is a dear and is very old, treat him with some respect Cal." Rhonwen teases as she ends up taking her briefcase with her. She looks over at her shoulder at Brenn. "Fishing? Brenn do you really want your department to take the blame? Are they trained scientist? No I do not think so? It is up to you and Cal on how you want to handle this. Her gaze goes quickly to Malchior. "I have a herd or a brood." She says to him with a grin. Then she off to making her way at her pace into the chambers which is to say she is moving at the pace of snail. Then again the sail may win the race against her. But as she takes her time she takes the time to survey just who is showing up and who is sending a lackey to be here in proxy. <English>


Brenn shakes his head at Row's question, "Course I don't, also don't have any desire to fix stupid it's like tiltin against windmills, completely pointless. But you're right we have to set a united front and blame the pirates." <English>




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