Talk:United Aerospace Command/@comment-24142455-20150902162206

-Ceres-

Cole: I think the speech went fine.

Ackerman: I do also, here, I'll show you the building. Who's becoming Fleet Admiral?

Cole: Whitcomb

Ackerman: Congratulations for him, and I assume he's still remaining in charge of HIGHCOM

Cole: Yes

Ackerman: Well here we are, the Presidential Residence, your office is in here, and living quarters. It's quite roomy, larger then those mansions on New Carthage

Cole: For what reason?

Ackerman: The UCG officials just chose the design, I mean we are suppose to impress our foreign leaders

Cole: Like a space rock is impressive

Ackerman: It is when you see whats underneath.

Cole: Well thank you for the information John, I hope your life continues as it does.

Ackerman: Not unless the spooks get to me! I'll be on my way, my family is waiting at New Carthage and I need to catch a flight.

Cole: Gooday.

He walked along the large, vast empty rooms, each decorated to impress many of the leaders of Earth, each with a set of armed guards around each corner. Cole looked at his suit, and then looked forward to the Presidential Office, where he'd spend most of his time.

Guard: Welcome Mr. President, you have paperwork on the desk.

Cole: I've always enjoyed paperwork...

He sat down on the desk, reading over proposals, and several bills, knowing this is the beginning of a long journey. Suddenly a knock was at the and he heard a conversation outside.

Cole: Please enter

A door opened with a man holding several papers entered the room and placed it on the desk.

Man: These are papers regarding several proposals from the UAC regarding weapons, technology, and the construction of several warships.

Cole: Give me some time, I need to finish these

Man: You better, HIGHCOMs nervous that the TD may retaliate from our actions at Jupiter, and if we don't start getting more equipment up and running, we're good as dead if the next Sith attack comes around.

Cole: I'll get to it, trust me.

The man left, closing the door.

Cole: In time....

He looked at his desk, and saw a draw ajar, he closed it, only for the lights to dim, the doors to lock, and a holographic display come up. The holographic display showed several documents, each labeled classified. Cole looked, and gestured his hand over the first one...

OOC: To be continued