Nomen Clay
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Posted - 2008.01.15 03:57:00 -
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/-- Begin Broadcast /- Connection : State War Academy : Graduate Class
/- Date : 2007.05.09
/- Subject : Volunteer Program
/- Begin : Greetings fresh graduates of the Caldari State, State War Academy! You fine young people represent the future of this great nation state, some of you will become leaders, some of you will undoubtably head lowsec to expand out great borders, but all of you will be Pod Pilots. You represent less than 1% of the total population of humanity, you are our best, our brightest, and we salute you!
: Today I wish to extend to each and every one of you the opportunity of a life time. To take part in a program unlike any other. With benefits that you can't imagine... and due to contractual obligations I cant mention publically.
: In a world of immortals, those of you who step up to this challenge, this moment in history, you will be placing yourself yet another step above everyone else around you. For you knew that this was your opportunity knocking, and you embraced it!
: Now, if you would like to take part in the future of man kind and the Caldari State, please come down to my office so we can fill out the forms, release notices, Lisense Agreements, Disclaimers, and releases of legal obligation on the State's part. I know, sounds grim, but worry not. We will have you back in action in no time at all, and all the better for your time spent with us.
: I look forward to meeting you.
: Dr Le'trel Estran : Science Division : Gallente-Caldari Mutuals Corp
\- Connection Terminated \-- End Broadcast
Every student stared blankely at their desk monitors watching the advertisement broadcast of Dr Estran. Their teacher stood up shaking his head, muttering something incoherent about Gallente 'flavor', and returned to teaching. Nomen shrugged abit, sat back in his chair and decided that under no conditions would he put himself in the hands of some gallentean scientist team, even if they were working jointly with the caldari state.
As he made this most stern decision of his young life Nomen's eyes glanced across the classroom until they came to rest on the eyes of a pretty young lady sitting across the centeral walking path of the classroom from him. His mouth opened slightly as he unrealisingly went wideeyed like some young school kid seeing a woman's leg for the first time. She was perfect, blond hair, half way down her back. Blue eyes, puffy lips, perfect figure, she had it all.
And she was staring back at him. He blinked several times, blushed abit and stared back ahead. Glancing out of the corner of his eye he could see her still staring at him and smiling. Oh my god, she's staring at me! Inside he was bouncing all over the place, on the surface, he tried to act casual and cool. He gave a slight wave and nod of the head.
"Mister Clay, do you have something to contribute?" The teacher asked aloud, arms on his hips, staring directly at Nomen. He was a stern old man, rumor had it he hadn't had sex in over six years... and he had the attitude to confirm it.
"No...no sir. No sir, I'm sorry sir." Nomen stammered out in return, the teacher hrumphed slightly, returned to eaching and Nomen looked to his left again to see the young lady giggling slightly.
She leaned forward and typed on her display for afew moments. Hiting send, a message immediately appeared on Nomen's display. "So, are you going to you know... volunteer for that program? That would really be cool if you did."
Nomen looked over immediately and nodded with enthusiasm, he whispered, "I already did!" He lied. His earlier feelings on the subject, gone.
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