United Earth Government

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Dumb **It definitely can be. In fact it already has been set up and we are heading to it now._

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"Good."
After the short response Dasha simply remains in silent, while the presumably suitcase slide next to her silently.

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Dumb **It definitely can be. In fact it already has been set up and we are heading to it now._

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Dumb Finally reaching the building, they head inside. The old Victorian era style of the building is glamours. Old painting depicting days long forgotten hang on the walls. Days from when the land they stand on was it’s own country. Directing dasha to a staircase off to the right of the hall they just walked down, the on states that this is the way to his office. Hobbling up the stairs he opens the door and takes a seat behind the large oak desk present. He motions for a chair for dasha to sit down. Coffee or tea? He asks her, while he begins to ready a small pot and cups on his desk.

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"Tea would be fine."
Dasha says gently while accepting the seat, slowly sitting down and judging the surroundings.
"Good choice on the decorations."

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Dumb Perfect!. The PM pours the tea. He slides over milk, cream, sugar, and sweetener for her to use. Now, why are you here and what business do you have to discuss says the pm while stirring his tea.

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Dasha nodded with thanks, before adding a spoonful of sugar and begin stirring.
"Well......to be precise, I'm more so asking for a bidding, with some benefits in return of course."
She gently knocking the spoon on the cup's edge and putting it down, before taking a slight sip of the tea.
"Mmm, taste nice, say, what is your impression on the Forge of Babel?"

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Jared Thank you for your time. Hopefully, we can be in contact soon.

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Dumb A bidding? What would this bidding be about?

From what I have heard and the intelligence reports I have seen, or at least the ones I’ve been allowed to see, the forge is quite and impressive operation. Marvellous one could say.

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"Hmm...thanks for those compliments, I sure hope I can maintain that reputation of the forge before the end..."

Dasha's voice trails off while she lifts her head and gazes at the ceiling, her eyes off-focused as if envisioning something imaginary, but soon return to her former state, looking back at the PM

"Well then...... About the bidding, I want you to keep this."

Dasha produces a small purple cube, fitting perfectly within one's palm as if it is designed for throwing.....

"Ahh...before you misunderstood it, this is not a toy nor some fancy assassination device, it is a storage unit... a time capsule to a certain extend. If you may, keep it and pass it along to successors of your position, and if one day someone comes and asks for it, they may have it only if they finish one bidding from you. Any questions so far?"

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Dumb "Ahh...before you misunderstood it, this is not a toy nor some fancy assassination device, it is a storage unit... a time capsule to a certain extend. If you may, keep it and pass it along to successors of your position, and if one day someone comes and asks for it, they may have it only if they finish one bidding from you. Any questions so far?"

Thank you for this. I understand what it is used for and it will be a great asset to have.

The PM places it carefully on his desk as it would shatter in an instant.

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Dasha seemed to be flustered by the lack of bargaining, but decide to keep her mouth shut.
"Now that's done, is there anything from your side to be transmitted to me or even the Forge?"

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Dumb I believe that our business here is finished, unless you have anything else to discuss.

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"hmm..."
Dasha seems to be excessively expressively thinking, even making sounds to support her rather blatant acting.
"Aha, may you provide guidance to a faction? there ain't exactly much that i know of and I would like to have some pointers, if applicable."

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Dumb Guidance you say? Well, the key to running a group I think is maintaining an inspiration for your people. Giving them hope, security, and a sense that they belong to your group. It can be a tough challenge to run a faction, and I can say many examples regarding that.

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ONI "Ahh no, not that...even though those are indeed some good advice..."
Dasha wave her hand while laughing embarrassingly.
"That was bad wording on my part, what I meant is is there some other faction that you think can provide a unique experience. I recently got some apprentices and would want to have some suggestions."

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Dumb ”Im sorry. Let’s just say it was my old age.” The pm says with a chuckle. Now a group you could go speak to next would be the GBE. He brings up a location via his data pad and gives it to dasha.

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"Hmm..."
Dasha studied the datapad, and memorize the approximate faction border. She then promptly returns the pad to the PM, before standing up and bows.
"Thanks for everything, i'll be taking my leave..."
She turns around and head towards the doorway, just turn her head and looks back at the very last moment, and with a playful wink.
"And be sure to enjoy the upcoming show, coming up somewhere within the Core."

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Dumb "Here, let me walk you out". The old PM slowly gets up and out of his chair. He shuffles over to Dasha offering his arm. As a kind symbolic gesture. He tells her to thank her for coming and he thinks about how he desperately wants to know what will happen at the core, but he knows her time is limited. Perhaps we can meet some time again?

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Dasha ponders for a while, before looking back at the PM with a stern look.
"We are racing against time already, but..."
She gives a reassuring smile, one found only on young kids which does not know the horrors of reality yet.
"Something tells me that we will probably meet again in the future. Perhaps another tea party when the time comes?"