The members of the audience listened quietly to the Duros scientist as he rattled off equations and principles, displaying his slides about the possibilities of the existence of other dimensions besides real space and hyperspace which everyone was more than happy to use but never try to understand. Many looked bored and most looked like they didn't believe a word of it because Doctor Milovo Yuup was not exactly the most prestigious member of the field of astrophysics here. He was simply another nobody scientist trying to get his theory accepted by the major brains of science. The problem with that was they formed a clique and entry was often achieved by very tough endeavour and coming up with something truly ingenious. Milovo had no chance nor was he theory being clearly heard though he went on anyway because he wasn't going to stop from voicing his theories.
"And that is why I believe with the correct adjustments to a hyperdrive you could..."
Milovo was cut off by the scraping of chairs being pushed back as a number of scientists had had enough of this crazy talk about other dimensions. They had more important things to do than to listen to some Duros with a wander lust for imaginary places and they wouldn't have anything to do with it. Milovo sighed and put down his laser pointer as the chain reaction was triggered and almost the entire room began to leave, obviously having been given permission to escape by their ruder collegues. Very soon the room empty, all except for two indivduals, one of whom was a falleen scientist dressed in a white lab coat, his ponytail thoughtfully wrapped around his neck, and the other a man in a simple but well made black suit who made Milovo feel uneasy because his eyes were so cold and ruthless. The pair approached and the falleen was the first of the pair to speak.
"I have to say I found you speech rather intriguing, Doctor Yuup. In fact, I've found most of your work and theories very interesting reads," said the falleen scientist with a smile.
"You... you do? I have to say I'm happy to meet at least someone who does, what is your name?" Milovo beamed happily as he started to put away his things.
"Doctor Fisideo, this is my associate who wanted to meet you as well," the falleen said looking towards the black suited man.
"Xavier Ignatio Morouk, its a pleasure to meet you, Doctor Yuup. I've been finding your work quite interesting as well," said Xavier with a smile that didn't reach his cold gaze.
"Two people actually listening to me? Good grief, I'm not having one of those odd dreams where you start seeing dead relatives and someone turns into a nerf, am I?" Milovo replied in surprise.
"Heh, no good doctor, we're both very real and Mister Morouk here would like to offer you a job," Doctor Fisideo replied cooly with a grin.
"What sort of a job? You're not some sort of tabloid owner are you? Think you can hire me to cook up bogus material?" Milovo said a bit sharply already getting defensive.
"On the contrary, Doctor Yuup, I want hire you explore these theories of yours. I promise my group can muster quite a bit of funding to aid you in research as well as provide you with staff and other needs for the project," Morouk said rather quietly with more genuine smile this time.
"You do? When do I leave? Where do I go?" Milovo was almost besides himself with joy.
"Meet us at the spaceport in two hours. Sadly we cannot tell you where we are going, this whole thing is rather very hush hush," Doctor Fisideo replied with a smile. "We'll wait at Gate 90."
Before the bewildered Milovo could say anything else the pair turned and left quietly speaking to one another. It was odd but then that Morouk fellow did strike Milovo as the sort a government might employ... especially for something like this which could be a very serious new change to the way things were seen in the galaxy. Milovo gathered up his things and ran off to his home to gather up his things. He didn't have much anyways and no real family to miss him so this project would be the highlight of his life now a point from which he could only go forward. The two hours were a bit tedious and Milovo spent them wandering around the spaceport or jotting down notes on a datapad as his mind filled with ideas for experimentation and development. If these types really wore the secret government types he would have a great amount of resources to expend. Thus he eagerly approached Gate 90 to find it being guarded by black clad soldiers in combat fatigues along with armor and berets. They didn't look like the sort used by the Empire or the Coalition and the Dragons barely left their holdings.
"Ah, Milovo, I'm glad you came," Morouk said coming up behind him and placing a hand on his shoulder, "we're just about set so all we need to do is get onboard and we'll soon have you supplied with everything you need."
Milovo felt himself being guided into the gate and past the guards who regarded him as little less than nothing where he found a luxury yacht waiting though it seemed to be spotting more than the normal amount of gunports seen on such a vessel. He was lead aboard and the guards soon followed behind, the ramp rising up and the ship prepping for take off as Milovo was lead to a well furnished guest room and informed dinner would be served shortly once the ship jumped into hyperspace. To Milovo this all seemed very posh and unexpected, he was being treated like an honored guest rather than a despised little turd of a scientist like most of the scientific community viewed him. It was a very welcome change. He'd just have to find out exactly whom he was working for when dinner was served and he could speak with those two men again.
"And that is why I believe with the correct adjustments to a hyperdrive you could..."
Milovo was cut off by the scraping of chairs being pushed back as a number of scientists had had enough of this crazy talk about other dimensions. They had more important things to do than to listen to some Duros with a wander lust for imaginary places and they wouldn't have anything to do with it. Milovo sighed and put down his laser pointer as the chain reaction was triggered and almost the entire room began to leave, obviously having been given permission to escape by their ruder collegues. Very soon the room empty, all except for two indivduals, one of whom was a falleen scientist dressed in a white lab coat, his ponytail thoughtfully wrapped around his neck, and the other a man in a simple but well made black suit who made Milovo feel uneasy because his eyes were so cold and ruthless. The pair approached and the falleen was the first of the pair to speak.
"I have to say I found you speech rather intriguing, Doctor Yuup. In fact, I've found most of your work and theories very interesting reads," said the falleen scientist with a smile.
"You... you do? I have to say I'm happy to meet at least someone who does, what is your name?" Milovo beamed happily as he started to put away his things.
"Doctor Fisideo, this is my associate who wanted to meet you as well," the falleen said looking towards the black suited man.
"Xavier Ignatio Morouk, its a pleasure to meet you, Doctor Yuup. I've been finding your work quite interesting as well," said Xavier with a smile that didn't reach his cold gaze.
"Two people actually listening to me? Good grief, I'm not having one of those odd dreams where you start seeing dead relatives and someone turns into a nerf, am I?" Milovo replied in surprise.
"Heh, no good doctor, we're both very real and Mister Morouk here would like to offer you a job," Doctor Fisideo replied cooly with a grin.
"What sort of a job? You're not some sort of tabloid owner are you? Think you can hire me to cook up bogus material?" Milovo said a bit sharply already getting defensive.
"On the contrary, Doctor Yuup, I want hire you explore these theories of yours. I promise my group can muster quite a bit of funding to aid you in research as well as provide you with staff and other needs for the project," Morouk said rather quietly with more genuine smile this time.
"You do? When do I leave? Where do I go?" Milovo was almost besides himself with joy.
"Meet us at the spaceport in two hours. Sadly we cannot tell you where we are going, this whole thing is rather very hush hush," Doctor Fisideo replied with a smile. "We'll wait at Gate 90."
Before the bewildered Milovo could say anything else the pair turned and left quietly speaking to one another. It was odd but then that Morouk fellow did strike Milovo as the sort a government might employ... especially for something like this which could be a very serious new change to the way things were seen in the galaxy. Milovo gathered up his things and ran off to his home to gather up his things. He didn't have much anyways and no real family to miss him so this project would be the highlight of his life now a point from which he could only go forward. The two hours were a bit tedious and Milovo spent them wandering around the spaceport or jotting down notes on a datapad as his mind filled with ideas for experimentation and development. If these types really wore the secret government types he would have a great amount of resources to expend. Thus he eagerly approached Gate 90 to find it being guarded by black clad soldiers in combat fatigues along with armor and berets. They didn't look like the sort used by the Empire or the Coalition and the Dragons barely left their holdings.
"Ah, Milovo, I'm glad you came," Morouk said coming up behind him and placing a hand on his shoulder, "we're just about set so all we need to do is get onboard and we'll soon have you supplied with everything you need."
Milovo felt himself being guided into the gate and past the guards who regarded him as little less than nothing where he found a luxury yacht waiting though it seemed to be spotting more than the normal amount of gunports seen on such a vessel. He was lead aboard and the guards soon followed behind, the ramp rising up and the ship prepping for take off as Milovo was lead to a well furnished guest room and informed dinner would be served shortly once the ship jumped into hyperspace. To Milovo this all seemed very posh and unexpected, he was being treated like an honored guest rather than a despised little turd of a scientist like most of the scientific community viewed him. It was a very welcome change. He'd just have to find out exactly whom he was working for when dinner was served and he could speak with those two men again.