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Post by Emperor Florin von Marcum on May 15, 2022 7:23:51 GMT
Maximillian Fusus grimaced down at the graph paper in front of him. For several months, the chief armorer at the Mainzell Armor Works had been working with a team from Wakoku on the development of experimental munitions that would aid both in their military goals. An awful idea had struck him of a fellow armorer he had once had the good fortune to meet. The interaction, however brief, had left a lasting impression. More minds working on the project would surely increase the pace of development. But he was hesitant nonetheless. Sharing this work also meant sharing the results. And yet, it was worth the risk. Surely, they could be trusted for now? He called out to the telegraph operator.
“Open a line. I need to contact someone about the PT-01-A.”
“Right away sir. Aurum Line?”
“Ravus.”
“Sir?”
“Ravus Line. I need a Sadaler.”
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Post by Fleischmann on May 15, 2022 17:43:46 GMT
'Ahoi, Hebiðdräkh af Kreg Hans Gruber speaking.'
The man currently dressed in his housecoat and smoking cap enjoyed a nice mug of Adamalt as he listened to the horn of his new telephone. He had taken to reading books and chatting with the nice lady operators on the other end since having it installed, and through a small accident had discovered that if he asked nicely, the intelligence officers listening in would fetch him things.
This time however, he was a bit flummoxed. On the other end of the line was an odd sounding man from the Imperium who was translating for another man who was speaking Latin. After a few pleasantries, the two had gotten down to the reason for the call. The details were a bit odd, but the request seemed reasonable enough.
'Hmm... I see your issue. Stadhaldja Biden, did you get all of that? Ahoi!'
The sound of clicking could then be heard over the line as one of the intelligence officers picked up his transmitter to respond.
'Yes my lord, we have it all written down here. Please, you do not need to shout into the line like that. What is it that you wish of us?'
'Could you run it down to the boys in my department? I can sign the authorisation for this new venture right now and have a servant deliver it.'
'By your command.'
With that, there was a clicking sound as the transmitter was replaced and disabled.
'So yes, we should be able to accommodate your request quite easily! Should you need anything, please call my office in the Sluut. We have a nice fellow there that can handle these sorts of things and who I shall inform to answer your questions regarding this project.'
Exchanging a few more pleasantries, the Hebiðdräkh asked the operator to disconnect the call and got comfortable so he could read to the girls on the other end a book about a boy raised by wolves in a far off land.
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