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ddevans96 · « **on:** September 15, 2014, 06:18:54 pm »

o O Atlantis, September 13, 2161 O o

shhkkkk...kkkkssshrhrrr...skkhhhhkskkk...ping!
Delta M11 to Atlantis Comm, repeat, M11 to Atlantis, do you copy?

Yes, copy....have you located the specimen the Master requested?

hsskkksss...sskkkkkkkrrr...ping!
Yes sir, we have. En route to Atlantis now.

Excellent. The Master will be very pleased. Thank you, communications out.

He closes the phone, then drifts slowly throuh the massive palace that is Atlantis, his robe flowing gracefully, his reflection in the chambers, the ocean separated from him only by glass and suppots. Arriving at the Master's chamber, he knocks sharply on the door. Hearing no reponse, he pulls a small chip from the depths of his robe, presses it against the door, and it opens.

The Master looks up from the other side of the room.

Apologies for not hearing you, Y. I was hard at work. Any news?

Indeed. They have located the specimen, and are returning now.

The Master smiles. Ah, thank you. Now, there is another task I'd like you to assign... He hands Y a slip of paper. Make sure this becomes top priority. His assistant nods, and without another word, he leaves the room, the door shutting behind him.

I can't believe we allowed the last one die in the raid. Hopefully, though, I can make this one even better. He returns to his studies, a crooked grin on his face.

To be continued...

Spielkind · « **Reply #1 on:** September 15, 2014, 08:44:38 pm »

how exciting!!! go continue, now!!!

ddevans96 · « **Reply #2 on:** September 16, 2014, 02:27:20 am »

o O Atlantis, September 15, 2161 O o

The masters hears a sharp knock on the door. Come in. Y enters, shutting the door behind him.

I have recieved communication from Delta M11. They will arrive at Atlantis within the half hour.

Perfect. Take me to the docks. Y nods, and they leave the room, navigating through the palace to the docking area, barely above the surface of the water. They wait, the Master sitting against the wall, with Y standing over him, until the docking area's outside door begins to open. The Master stands up, and the small ship Delta M11 enters Atlantis.

Two people walk out of the ship. One of them extends their hand to the Master, a sign of respect. We have retrieved the specimen, sir. The other one moves forward, and hands the Master a small box.

The Master glances inside, and then returns his gaze to the employed pilot and communications expert. Just as requested. Thank for your service. He hands both of them a collection of small, metal medallions as rewards, and motions them away. They depart to their quarters.

The Master looks at Y. How is the other task going? Y, rarely one to smile, shows a narrow smirk, before returning to a straight, unreadable face.

Very well. Progress is proceeding more quickly than anticipated.

Glad to hear that. Thank you, Y. I'll be returning to my room for the night. Let me know if something changes on that front. Y nods, and enters the palace. The Master, however, looks out at the ocean. His eyes are clouded, almost teary, but he pushes back the moment, and walks alone to his chambers.

Upon arriving, he opens the box, and carefully places its contents on a small table, along with a selection of tools, books, and materials. He researches for a while, twirling a small paintbrush through his fingers, before beginning work on the specimen. After a small amount of labor, he steps back from his results, grinning in pleasure. He looks out through his windows to the ocean, and yells three words.

Dogefish has returned!

(this is the stupidest propaganda ever, what am I even doing)