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     LtCol Prescot |
Prescot grunted as he ended the communication with Savant. "Contact a Dr Lamar on the Worldship... He should be able to help you," he muttered and sighed. After a few moments of contemplation he moved over to his desk and activated the screen on it. After a few moments Jake was transfered over the ansible network and the face of a large and grizzled face of Dr Lamar showed up on his screen. "Dr Lamar I presume?" Jake asked as he looked at the image. "Aye tis me!" the man belted back at the screen. "What dost thou want!!" he replied and seemed to grow more and mor impaitent by the second. It had been a long long time since Jake had been insulted and acted on it. "Know thy place knave!!" Prescot shot back before pulling up small medallion from his desk drawer and displaying it on the screen to the man. On the medallion was an intricate hand forged family crest, at the bottom was a date engraved in it as well. The Dr's eyes went wide as Sir Jake the XIIth of the House of Prescot glared down at him. "A-uh-oh!! Err.. A thousand pardons milord!! Mine eyes did nae reconize thou in thine uniform. How mayest tis humble doctor be of service to thou," the man stammered for a moment before bowing his head slighty. "As much as it pains mine heart, I am in need of your assistance. Thy acts wouldst have forced me elsewere, if it t`were not a matter most dire to one of mine superiors," Jake said and looked at the man. "Tis mine understand that thine work as revealed a way to temporarily bypass the 34112-5632 Medical Enhancement?" The Dr perked up and nodded once. "Yes Milord. Thine keen knowledge is correct, mine recent experiments have shown that there is a way to alter the biochemistry of the mind for a brief period of time. The results allow the recipiant to experiance telepathy but only on thier terms." "Their terms" Jake asked and raised an eyebrow. Savant had done her homework. "Aye milord," the doctor replied. "The person has absolute control over any form of intrusions into the mind." Jake sighed. "Mine time is short so I will come to the point. I need that syrum of yours. Now. You will be paid for it, but time is of the essence," he said. The doctor nodded enthusiastically at Jake's request. "Aye milord! Mine assistant will be on the way to deliever it to thou posthaste!" Jake simply nodded and cut the communcation as he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his forehead. "That fridged bitch going into my head," he muttered under his breath. "For the admiral, remember that. Tis for your superior." OOC: Apologies to Savant for semi-hijacking your character, figured it was the best way for Prescot to know about it. |