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The main front of LogicRoad, a dome type building surrounded by a beautiful glistening lake with the companies logo emblazoned on the front entrance. It has welcoming atmosphere with people milling about outdoors and indoors, generally seems very sterile and clean.

On the inside entrance there is 3D map display pointing out clear information on where you want to go, but for those who wish for a little more personable help, the reception is there to acquaint to you needs.

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LogicRoad Pharmaceuticals HQ

Welcome to LogicRoad Pharmaceuticals the biggest healthcare company on the planet. This is the Headquarters and they are very influential group as a whole.

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LogicRoad Pharmaceuticals HQ is a part of Brillion.

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Kenneth More swallowed, stepping out into the corridor from the science lab. He was in his normal white lab coat and a gas jar of Bromine Oxiate. He sighed, looking around as he wanted to test the new solution on another scientist, one he hated. His pale grey eyes looking around, staring at the corridor. He needed to talk to the CEO, Eros Fletcher.

Coughing, he could feel something strange going to happen soon.

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Eros was doing his usual rounds before he went back to discuss matters in the latest Board Meeting, but for now he was going to see what the situation was with each are. As he passed another lab, he nearly bumped into a scientist, growling he would yell, "Watch where your going, this suit is expensive and I don't need your solutions messing it up."

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Kenneth turned around to see him walk into another scientist, "Eros? Can I have a word please? We need to talk about the research station." He swallowed, putting the chemical on a trolley in the corridor. He knew Eros well as he was the one that Eros had selected for the job.

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"It's Mr Fletcher and what of it?" he had his own concerns about that place, but for now he would leave them be, they were doing good work there and Mr More had been jealous of this place. Since this was the case he would take much of what he said with a pinch of salt, as he had bigger concerns than petty jealousy and rivalry.

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Kenneth swallowed, looking at him, "We need a word about some funding and a place to test the new weapons, I have to see what the weapons do to different races." This was the last thing he needed, Eros being a complete pain in the arse.

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He would stop walking finally and say, "Make up your mind man, first you wish to talk about Cryo Facility now you wish to discuss funding, out with it!" he was losing his patience and had bigger things to think about, could this funding dispute not wait until the next board meeting.

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He shook his head, "Well, the Cyro Facility has not replied to anything. We need funding for testing. This my department and you are not giving me the funding I need. The department needs money."

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Pausing he would appear concern, "They Cryo Facility indeed not replied for a while, but it is in the outskirts of this galaxy, we knew that communication would be slow, why bring it up. As for money what can you actually offer in legitimate practices that is only way we will get Governmnet Grants."

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He shook his head, about to lose his temper, "I don't give a fuck about the Government, I want to start testing on a planet with no technology. God damn it Eros! You know the deal we made. How they hell am I meant do my job without the money or testing grounds?!"

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Standing up tall he looked down at the man, "The deal was this you practice legitimate actions and under the table use the grants to fund your science, if you can't do either, why do I need you? That was the deal, it's not complicated nor is it difficult to understand."

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He shook his head, "I use the money but the cash has stopped coming, we need proper money as some chemicals end up eating the god damn glassware! We are giving you and your shitters the damn chemicals yet you don't use them. I need fucking money!"

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"We shall discuss this later, you are making a scene and frankly you have my concerns on the Cryo facility I shall try raise them and see if we get anything. If you feel need to make a scene again, please do so in front of my secretary and don't waste my time." with that he would walk off.

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"I'll will do it in front of you! I'm fucking sick of this! You have to give me the damn money!" He shouted, picking up a beaker and throwing it at the wall, clearly pissed.

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Another fine day and one that neither required long lengthy flights or disorienting travel by portals of either arcane or divine technology. Douglas Weskit smirked and took a seat outside of the office of Eros Fletcher.

The Gentlemen waited patiently and smiled at the pretty receptionist only to lean back and relax while he waited.

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Arriving back from that meeting he noted on his console that the stocks appeared to have risen. The mastermind Eros Fletcher gave a knowing smirk as he discarded his overcoat on the floor of the Headquarters before swaggering over to the reception, "Viola, did I have any calls while handling the little people or did anyone come to see me?" pausing she scanned her computer before nodding, "Yes, Mr Fletcher that representative of Mars Corp is here now, he is currently waiting outside your office." nodding he turned away, "Get a message to our Factory and tell them now they have the go ahead to start working on Project Lux." again she acknowledged, clicking her mouse and putting the data into the computer, "Will there be anything else Mr Fletcher?" shaking his head, "I'll have Brenda handle anything else, but I promise good things Viola."

Turning away he started heading down the sleek modern halls while the lights shone on the white marble floors glinting with such radiance. He had always planned to work on an antidote for Elysium and had even arranged much of the work to be done on it, why the big charade then? Because he did not have to keep the little people so knowledgable, let them know only what they wish. Grinning he continued passing through the building before arriving outside his office where a man was sat, "Ah, pardon my tardiness Mr Weskit, unfortunately there are times you can't ignore the little people. Shall we enter my office where I can have a Scotch or something similar sent in for us. I do believe we have similar goals and what research I had performed on your corporation brought very interesting results, but let's not discuss these matters in public."

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Douglas smiled as Mr. Fletcher finally showed and with a gentleman's quickness the Mars Corp. representative smiled and offered his hand regardless if Eros took it or not.

"Mr. Fletcher, the pleasure is all mine I assure you, there is no trouble at all as I understand you are a very busy man." Douglas took up a strange brief case only to follow Mr. Fletcher into his office allowing the man to get his drink while he himself began to set up his own display.

"Mr. Fletcher?" Douglas piped up as he produced a set of glasses from his jackets pocket. "I assume you are familiar with augmented reality? If not then you will be in need of these." Douglas offered the glasses while simultaneously turning on the wireless device within them. Regardless of his answer or if he placed them on at all Mr. Fletcher would suddenly be bombarded by information that filled not only the room but then some.

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There were a lot of contractors looking for work but their main contract was on Terra. Illumene was a new option they were still working on getting licenses for. That meant getting a sponsor and a big one. Nearly a third of the fourteen million of the army was out of work any many of the rest were taking hard labor. It paid decently for the Royal Soldiers like himself that could lift a boulder without much effort but it didn't pay well for their skills. Jaunt managed a license for the heavy bolter and shotgun on his back from his license that already existed on terra. It allowed him at least to Merc but the hive needed a lot of resources. He had a large PDA in the spindly hands hidden under his cepalothorax. A small child and her Matriarch waved at him standing in the foyer of the large building. He waved back with a sword arm but the matriarch didn't seem pleased. It was just another limb to him but he occasionally forgot they were flexible armor piercing weapons.

Jaunt readied his things and headed toward the large building. With a carefully brushed cuticle and cleaned weapons he thought he looked quite good. Cologne didn't work well it just rolled off his shiny cuticle. The clack of the grips on the tarsus of each leg marched up to the human sized door as Jaunt looked about inside before trying to squeeze himself in. He'd made an appointment to offer this PDA containing the availability of their mercenary services for at least room and board and ease some of the starvation of his people. A little contemplative of eating some of the shrubbery before going in he opted not to as nobody liked it when they ate the edible decorations.

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The insectoid being would be shown by a prim and proper uniformed individual to the reception and asked to wait. The area around was busy as many people seemed to gawk at the individual alien species they had never seen. The receptionist a middle-aged woman of rather good breeding and rather buxom would be seen speaking on the phone, "Yes, I shall inform Mr Bandin about change in delivery entrances and you shall receive the product by Tuesday. If you have any other problems Mr Bandin please don't hesitate to inform us." she seemed very busy and evidently rather tired, her eyes blinking and with bags dragging her lids down, nonetheless, she kept a cheery disposition.

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After that, call before Jaunt could even speak, the phone rang again, which led to her sighing and saying, "Please wait here, Mr. Bvetin, I won't be long."

At once she began to speak, "Yes, yes. Oh yes, Mr Fletcher has asked for her especially and he's willing to pay whatever she asks." pausing she seemed to be listening and perhaps Jaunt would notice her name-tag said Chelsea Mathers, with the LogicRoad logo and their logo below.

"If you have any more questions, Sir, just call this number." she said a number, "This will get through to Mr Fletcher's Private Secretary and she will give you the details of this request. Mr Fletcher said this job is only a strictly need to know basis. I can't give any more than that."

Placing the phone down, Chelsea exhaled hard before resuming her decorum, "Greetings Mr Bvetin, Ms Mathers here. I am told if you arrived to give you a VIP badge and point you to the elevator leading to the CEO office. Mr Fletcher has decided he must see you personally." turning to her computer, she started typing out details for the badge.

For a few seconds, there was no other speaking until she stopped and said, "Mr Bvetin, may I ask your species, if it is not too disrespectful?"

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Jaunt barely got his legs up on the desk before the false matriarch noticed him and told him to wait he clasped his hands and nodded his cephalothorax in quiet recognition of her request. The false Matriarch was very attentive. Their eyes didn't blink so he absently cleaned them from above the desk line with with his barbed pedipalps. Otherwise he couldn't see the false Matriarch when she talked.

When she asked him a question the speaker beside his head bleeped noting that it woke up to receive as he chirped the command at it. The RF transmission from the fins on his leathery flexible thorax were antennas to speak as his robust respiratory system didn't have vulnerable vocal folds like the speaking races.

The voice from the speaker sounded like something off vids or news feeds, "Greetings false Matriarch Mathers. It is no offense. We are called Gardeners. I am a royal soldier caste of High Matriarch Bvetin. Use my first name, please, we took it for you speaking races. All my Matriarch's children are her own so we all have her honored name."

Jaunt crossed his barbed pedipalps in thought, "I haven't often been a VIP. High Barren Fletcher... [white noise] rather Mr. Fletcher wishes to see me personally?

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Nodding, the receptionists typed the details in before nodding to herself and releasing the new VIP card. It shot out a machine next to the computer and it shone with a untarnished quality. Placing on the work top she began to speak before the phone rang once more, which led to her sighing, and picking it up, "No this is not the number for Dr Nequam Lab, please use this number." she once more recited a number before placing her hand over the receiver, "Mr Fletcher will be waiting in his Office please wait outside and don't go in until his secretary gives permission for you to enter. I hope you enjoy your time at LogicRoad and remember when it comes to Pharmaceuticals we always take the logical road. Good day."

With that she went back to the phone and the discussion continued, of course, Jaunt was no longer required to listen to it.

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Jaunt took the VIP card from Ms. Mathers placing it in a windowed slot on the bandolier that gripped beside his cephalothorax and threaded between two eyes down around the coxa of his first pair of legs. A lanyard didn't work well when one had to climb up a wall and across a ceiling. Not that he planned to climb up through any atriums to the penthouse floor but lanyards weren't something he kept handy. With a smooth turn away the pitched velcro sound of the tarsal hairs on the end of his feet left from Ms. Mathers for an elevator to the floor Mr. Fletcher's office would be at. Something in his brain innately objected to the thoughtform of masculine oriented leaders common in the speaking races' tongue. He didn't know if was able to ever get used to it.

As the door to the elevator opened Jaunt pulled up the rear for clearance but any occupants ahead of him would turn around find a sizable spider backing through door gap its rear two pair of legs forming a bent a-frame for support. This standing position was uncomfortable but he had to do it to fit in some human habitations like elevators. Braced with the two front pairs on the walls he pressed the floor for the CEO's office with a long spindly hand as the doors shuffed shut. The pressure clamp held his things on his back as he'd no home to leave them behind in though it was neatly tarped over to avoid the unnecessary display of weapons even if the heavy bolter was dismantled for compactness. Any occupants may object more to the long spindly spider legs bracing beside them and the spider eyes ringing Jaunt's cephalothorax that could still see behind him but for directly backward.

Jaunt would ignore their uncomfortableness until he arrived at the CEO's secretary. Uncoiling himself from standing over his own abdomen Jaunt velcroed his way across the floor. He quietly waited for the false Matriarch serving ... Mr. Fletcher. Helpless to stop it urticating bristles on all his legs raised at the notion of a matriarch serving a drone.

After recomposing himself Jaunt pointed at the badge with a thin finger, "Hello, I am Jaunt Bvetin here to see Mr. Fletcher."

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