Thread: MindMatter x Meo

As the metal door slid slowly open a pair of soldiers approached, both of them only looking at the meek Robert for half a second before veering over to Tara Larson. It was very evident who was in charge between the two. They were a pair of young, strapping men, fit even by military standards, and a couple of inches taller than the average male. It was difficult to discern their age with their faces obstructed by those imposing black helmets. They moved almost in unison, both carrying their high-powered electromagnetic rifles against their chests, each gun slanted against their black armored chests at the same angle, swinging together in almost a rhythm. Ma'am, one said as they both nodded to Tara. We'll have someone take your vehicle from here. If you'll follow us. Even though the speaker said follow 'us', the young man who didn't speak moved behind, and as the first turned and said this way, walking forward past the now-open gate, the second silent man stood still and waited until Tara and Robert began walking for himself to follow. The two intrepid journalists were ushered a few dozen yards inside before the gate closed. Usually at this point non military personnel were given quite the thorough pat-down, something the second guard very much looked forward to upon seeing the gorgeous young reporter. He very much wanted to see what the woman was hiding under that pesky trench coat. Unfortunately for the horny young man his aspirations were squashed as his commanding officer directed the two guests into the nearby transport vehicle without even asking if they had any weapons. He had been instructed upon their arrival not to do so, and to just bring them to the administrative office as quickly as possible. The base's captain did not want to give Ms. Larson any excuse to be in a foul mood at their meeting. The transport was much like the ones found as a means for mass transit in smaller cities a small white hovering bus, which was shaped more like a rounded fish than a box. The two security guards stood by the entrance to the transport as Tara and Robert got on, and then simply said have a nice day, Ma'am as the door closed and the automated vehicle lurched forward, speeding away shortly after moving in a straight line towards the only modern-looking building at the base. The transport accelerated very quickly, and moved at a speed much faster than normal, the navigation system having been programmed to do so early this morning. The people here did not want Ms. Larson having any more time than was absolutely necessary to examine the base or its people. She got glimpses though, seeing all of the Federation's finest buzzing about, going about their duties and exercises. She noticed how every building other than the one directly in front was from an age long gone, as minimalist as possible. Only the bare necessities of a roof, a couple of windows, and some paint. The building on the horizon however was positively marvelous a beautiful multi-towered structure of silver metal and clear glass, constituted by sweeping arches and exciting slashes of support. It looked to rise out of the ground and glisten in the dawn light like a celestial castle, beckoning home its distant master. The transport came to a slow stop finally as it reached its destination. The door was opened and Tara was now greeted by another military gentleman, this time older, without the armor but instead a fine uniform that resembled a tight-fitting navy blue suit without the tie. Ms. Larson! the man forced himself to exclaim, gleefully, Captain Jason Jones, at your service . He said 'at your service' as if it were a standup line he spent weeks crafting. Thank you so much for coming out here to meet with us. We really appreciate that you're willing to hear our side of the story. This way, this way, please. He swept his arm out and directed the two of them -- though he did not even glance at Robert once -- towards the front entrance, a door made of nothing but crystal, it seemed. Captain Jones walked right next to Tara as he escorted them into the Administration Building, forcing the brightest smile he could, making small talk as he tried to keep Tara's eyes from wandering about. Not that it would do much good.