Posted Oct. 24, 2022, 2:36 p.m. by Civilian Zerbo (Colonial Finance Minister) (Travis Good)
Posted by Major General Charles Tenkiller (Vice-Commander, Colonial Customs and Defense Agency) in Zerbo in the Galaxy Trade Tower (Open to anyone)
Posted by Civilian Zerbo (Colonial Finance Minister) in Zerbo in the Galaxy Trade Tower (Open to anyone)
Posted by Major General Charles Tenkiller (Vice-Commander, Colonial Customs and Defense Agency) in Zerbo in the Galaxy Trade Tower (Open to anyone)
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Zerbo was in his really big office in the top floor of the Galaxy Trade Tower. Seeing how his new role for OED is similar to his old job except with no extortion or stealing of funds, he was hard at work finalizing the budget for OED V for the year when he decided to take a brake.Walking over to his bar and pouring himself a nice drink he walked over to the window to look out onto the landscape of the city. It was raining and dreary outside. He felt the same inside as far as emotions went. Taking a long swig of his brandy he exhaled loudly. “You have really done it now Zerby. You can never go home or you will be killed. You cannot leave this planet or you would be killed. And you have burnt damn near every bridge in this city except for the Governor which has basically taken pity on you.” He took another drink. “How are you going to fix this mess and be of use to the beings of this planet? Better yet. What can you do to make a friend here? I long to be c asked to go out as someone’s friend and have a fun night out.” The thunder boomed loud as the lightning flashed and he sipped on his drink.
Zerbo
Zerbo’s comm chirped and his receptionist said “Minister, there is a Major General Charles Tenkiller here to see you. He does not have an appointment.” The name would be familiar to Zerbo. Tenkiller was the Vice-Commander of the newly created Colonial Customs and Defense Agency. He was also the man that hired Zerbo’s former Chief Security Leader, Feleck Nords.
Tenkiller
Zerbo let the comm chirp for a bit before he realized it was going off. He was lost in thought. Going over and pressing the comm: “Yes. Sorry about that. Please send him in.” Zerbo didn’t bother turning on the lights or fixing his tie and suit. He just looked out the window.
Zerbo. Finance Minister
The door slid open and a human man with dark red skin and long jet-black hair wearing the uniform of the CCDA came in. “Minister Zero, sir. Thank you for seeing me. I’m Major General Charles Tenkiller. I’ve got a problem, Minister. And rather than spending the next few days trying to navigate the pain-in-the-ass bureaucratic labyrinth that seems to be Colonial finance, I figured I’d come straight to you.” and he walked up to the desk and looked down at Zero.
“First, it is Zerbo, General, not Zero. Zero would be your bank account. Secondly, I am glad you came. You got my mind out of a…bad place. What can I do for you General?”
“I’d like to know when the CCDA can expect the release of the funding we requested five months ago for the upgraded sensor array on the Space Traffic Control module on the orbital platform? We need this equipment, Minister… and nobody here seems to give a damn. And thats not a dig at you, sir. I know you have a lot on your pOrblate and probably haven’t even heard of this before. I’m just trying to get it handled one way or another.”
Tenkiller, CCDA Vice-Commander
Zerbo listened to Generals problem then got up from his desk. He came to the waist of the General in height and walked over to the bar. “Computer. Lights, 80%. General. Would you like something to drink?”
Tenkiller smiled and said “I’m not one to turn down a drink. And sorry about the name. I guess when I looked you up the PaDD autocorrected it.”
“It happens General. No big deal.”
After getting the Generals answer, he made the drink or drinks and brought it over to the desk and gave the General his of he wanted one. “Please have a seat General. It hurts my neck to look up that high. This is the first time I have heard of this. I have only been appointed to this position three standard weeks ago. So let us look this up and see if I can help you today sir.” He went over and set back down at his desk and turned the computer on. “You said it was for a Space Traffic Control module for the Orbital Platform?”
Zerbo
“Yes. Requisition dated five months and two days ago. The unit is manufactured by Consigna Technologies and they have one ready for us. They just have to be paid. And thats what we’ve been waiting on.” Tenkiller said and took a drink. He nodded in appreciation. “I like your taste, Minister. Nice choice.”
Tenkiller, VC-CCDA
“Ok. Well I cannot deal with this like I normally did before I got this job. Meaning, I would have just paid for it myself and then once the funds became available, I would pay myself back. But that is wrong and makes it look like I’m stealing. So bear with me General while I look into the file. And please help yourself to more. The third thing that I am known for is my heart taste in alcohol. The first is that I am an a$$hole and the second is that I am very rich.” He let out a laugh.
Going over the files he saw it. “Ah. Here it is. It just needs to be ok’ed by me.” Then he clicked approve. “There. That is done General. Call the company later and tell them that the funds will be released to them in three business days and to start shipping out your product. Anything else I can do for you?”
Zerbo Finance Director
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