Popo
I'm Sexy and I Know It
Popo sat in a conference room within a nondescript building on Anaxes. He'd invited a pair of individuals to speak with him and, hopefully, give insight and improvements on an idea of his.
Papers, folders, and datafiles covered the table from where he sat, each detailing bits and pieces of the project, often literally, and with varying degrees of complexity. This was to be the start of a grand project. Something to inspire the Republic. Something to cause dread in their enemies. To create shining examples of what the Republic stood for, what it was out to do, and to give the citizens hope and security that the Republic would be there to keep them safe at night.
But before they could do this, they had to start with the core of the matter. First, they had to build the Republic's heart.
[member="Vaudin Miir"] [member="Alyesa Praxon"]
Papers, folders, and datafiles covered the table from where he sat, each detailing bits and pieces of the project, often literally, and with varying degrees of complexity. This was to be the start of a grand project. Something to inspire the Republic. Something to cause dread in their enemies. To create shining examples of what the Republic stood for, what it was out to do, and to give the citizens hope and security that the Republic would be there to keep them safe at night.
But before they could do this, they had to start with the core of the matter. First, they had to build the Republic's heart.
[member="Vaudin Miir"] [member="Alyesa Praxon"]