Post by Raytheon on Dec 3, 2012 23:41:44 GMT -5
The lift doors opening as a frail cripple of a man stepped out grasping desperately to a mirror polished durasteel cane, that clicked against the waxed granite floors of the Thermone Industries building with every step. He was entering the lobby expecting the Sith Naval liaison he'd specifically requested to arrive rather soon, behind him followed three bodyguards dressed in Thermone Security uniforms, and an individual dressed impeccably in a tailor suit carrying a briefcase in one hand and several files in the other along with a datapad.
Being among the wealthiest men in the Empire Victor didn't look it, dressed in a a dull blue dress shirt, tucked into black slacks and oxfords. And he wore a lab coat unbuttons and hanging loosely open. Wearing a pair of black latex gloves, and reached beyond his wrist yet hidden under his lab coat sleeves. "Good morning, Mister Thermone." A soft female voice called out as the front desk receptionist called out to him as he passed the front desk. He offered her a indifferent smiled and slight wave of hand continuing to walk with a slight limp, leaning on his cane with every step.
He finally made he way to near the front doors of the building before approaching a nearby chair. He paused reaching into his lab pocket and pulling out a small dispersal tube as he sprayed it toward the chair covering it in a white fog and tucking the tube back into his pocket. He waited a few seconds for the mists to dissipate before slowly sitting in the chair seemingly satisfied. And the short amount of silence he enjoyed was disrupted by the sudden inquiries of his secretary.
"Mr. Thermone, Dr. Youde is asking about the possibility of of implementing nitrogen on project XGEN- T17B?" Victor didn't even look in his direction and only took a second to speak with a response. "15.067 percent, that's the risk of material entropy and destruction of the sample the answer is no." He'd known exactly what the project was and both who and what the Doctor was working on, his mind calculated multiple facets of concentration and subjects simultaneously. His eyes twitched from side to side as he worked on his own projects merely sitting there. His hand slowly twirling the cane as he did.
He reached to his inside coat pock pulling out a data pad with his free hand checking the time, as he though to himself "I hope he is punctual, if so he should arrive very soon."
Being among the wealthiest men in the Empire Victor didn't look it, dressed in a a dull blue dress shirt, tucked into black slacks and oxfords. And he wore a lab coat unbuttons and hanging loosely open. Wearing a pair of black latex gloves, and reached beyond his wrist yet hidden under his lab coat sleeves. "Good morning, Mister Thermone." A soft female voice called out as the front desk receptionist called out to him as he passed the front desk. He offered her a indifferent smiled and slight wave of hand continuing to walk with a slight limp, leaning on his cane with every step.
He finally made he way to near the front doors of the building before approaching a nearby chair. He paused reaching into his lab pocket and pulling out a small dispersal tube as he sprayed it toward the chair covering it in a white fog and tucking the tube back into his pocket. He waited a few seconds for the mists to dissipate before slowly sitting in the chair seemingly satisfied. And the short amount of silence he enjoyed was disrupted by the sudden inquiries of his secretary.
"Mr. Thermone, Dr. Youde is asking about the possibility of of implementing nitrogen on project XGEN- T17B?" Victor didn't even look in his direction and only took a second to speak with a response. "15.067 percent, that's the risk of material entropy and destruction of the sample the answer is no." He'd known exactly what the project was and both who and what the Doctor was working on, his mind calculated multiple facets of concentration and subjects simultaneously. His eyes twitched from side to side as he worked on his own projects merely sitting there. His hand slowly twirling the cane as he did.
He reached to his inside coat pock pulling out a data pad with his free hand checking the time, as he though to himself "I hope he is punctual, if so he should arrive very soon."