just another day in the office part 1 2 3 4 5 67 and 8 and epilog

[rakkety tam]

so did anyone like it............................................

[Lily]

Rakkety Tam, posting several times in succession isn't going to make others reply. If someone had something to say, they would have said it by now.

[rakkety tam]

well i got u to say somthing haha sorry

[Captain Tammo]

AWESOME!!!

[rakkety tam]

thx tammo my freind will appreciate that and this is way over do the epilogue


EPILOGUE
26 months later

Fred poked his head through the doorway of Sam's office.  "Happy anniversary, Sam!"

"Huh?  What do you mean?"  Sam answered, looking up from his display terminal.

"You don't remember?  Today is two years since you got your big promotion, duh!"

"Oh, yeah, right!  Thanks, Fred!" Sam replied.

"Who'd have thunk it?  You, guild leader for 'A' shift!"  Fred shook his head and smiled.

"There are a lot of things that I never would have 'thunk', that's for sure", Sam said wryly. 

"Well, I gotta get back to my desk for the op.  See you at lunch?"

"You betcha.  Good luck!"

Sam briefly looked around the spacious office he occupied in the newly-rebuilt IGCBCS headquarters building in a partially-reconstructed New Liberty.  He reflected on the events of the past that had led him to this place, remembering a certain fateful night when the Drekons came calling.  He didn't spend too long reminiscing, though, as the guild had a planned operation coming up momentarily.

Today's hit was a small but profitable one against a friendly rival guild, [FREAK].  Sam was disappointed that he never did get to lead his revenge op against the two guilds that took advantage of [CSTS3] during the Drekon invasion.  As it turned out, he didn't need to.  Shortly after Cestus III was liberated, [VNDKR] and [EMNR7] had actually gone to war with each other.  They decimated both of their respective guilds' fleets in an all-out battle.  Sam thought it was deliciously ironic, yet not nearly as satisfying as having turned them into debris himself.

The operation went off as planned, with profitable hits being made by Sam and his colleagues.  His recyclers picked up their allotment at the tick, and just like that it was time for lunch.  Sending his fleet back home, he got up to go meet Fred in the company cafeteria.

Fred rode out the attacks at a relative's house in the country, barely making it out of New Liberty the night of the invasion.  They had it rough for a while, and like many their food ran out during the occupation, but they made it.  Even though he was a mid-level Associate, and Sam was now Guild Leader, they still ate lunch together every day, just like they did before the invasion when they worked at adjacent cubicles.  They discussed the day's operation and what they were going to spend their newly-won credits on, then said their goodbyes and headed back to their respective work areas.

When Sam got back to his desk, he noted with amusement that his last attacks were still on the ticker.  "Slow day!" he thought to himself.  The computer indicated that he had four messages waiting for him in the IGCBCS system.  This wasn't unusual – since he was on the ticker for so long, he expected to attract some "ticker gnomes", users that would send him their trade routes. 



Three of the four messages were just that, folks asking for their open trades to be posted on the [CSTS3] board.  The fourth private message, however, left Sam speechless.  His eyes grew wide and he turned pale.  Fumbling, he reached for his comm and dialed Jeremiah.

"Hello?"  the old man answered.

"Jeremiah, it's Sam."

"Sammy!  So good to hear from you!  What can I do for you?" Jeremiah sounded genuinely pleased to hear from him.

"I got one of those messages we talked about", Sam said seriously.

"Oh, no!" gasped Jeremiah.  "What did it say?"

"It says they're under attack by unknown and very powerful ships that showed up without warning.  They're asking for military and humanitarian assistance as soon as possible.  It's got to be the Drekons again", he mused.

"Who is it from?  Who are they going after now?"

"It's from a guy named 'Steve Biberus' but from a guild I have never heard of before."

"What guild, Sam?  Where is it happening?" Jeremiah pushed.

"Like I said, I've never heard of them.  Something called [E4RTH]..."

THE END

[rakkety tam]

holy frigan cow i forgot the epilog well here it is



EPILOGUE
26 months later

Fred poked his head through the doorway of Sam's office.  "Happy anniversary, Sam!"

"Huh?  What do you mean?"  Sam answered, looking up from his display terminal.

"You don't remember?  Today is two years since you got your big promotion, duh!"

"Oh, yeah, right!  Thanks, Fred!" Sam replied.

"Who'd have thunk it?  You, guild leader for 'A' shift!"  Fred shook his head and smiled.

"There are a lot of things that I never would have 'thunk', that's for sure", Sam said wryly.  

"Well, I gotta get back to my desk for the op.  See you at lunch?"

"You betcha.  Good luck!"

Sam briefly looked around the spacious office he occupied in the newly-rebuilt IGCBCS headquarters building in a partially-reconstructed New Liberty.  He reflected on the events of the past that had led him to this place, remembering a certain fateful night when the Drekons came calling.  He didn't spend too long reminiscing, though, as the guild had a planned operation coming up momentarily.

Today's hit was a small but profitable one against a friendly rival guild, [FREAK].  Sam was disappointed that he never did get to lead his revenge op against the two guilds that took advantage of [CSTS3] during the Drekon invasion.  As it turned out, he didn't need to.  Shortly after Cestus III was liberated, [VNDKR] and [EMNR7] had actually gone to war with each other.  They decimated both of their respective guilds' fleets in an all-out battle.  Sam thought it was deliciously ironic, yet not nearly as satisfying as having turned them into debris himself.

The operation went off as planned, with profitable hits being made by Sam and his colleagues.  His recyclers picked up their allotment at the tick, and just like that it was time for lunch.  Sending his fleet back home, he got up to go meet Fred in the company cafeteria.

Fred rode out the attacks at a relative's house in the country, barely making it out of New Liberty the night of the invasion.  They had it rough for a while, and like many their food ran out during the occupation, but they made it.  Even though he was a mid-level Associate, and Sam was now Guild Leader, they still ate lunch together every day, just like they did before the invasion when they worked at adjacent cubicles.  They discussed the day's operation and what they were going to spend their newly-won credits on, then said their goodbyes and headed back to their respective work areas.

When Sam got back to his desk, he noted with amusement that his last attacks were still on the ticker.  "Slow day!" he thought to himself.  The computer indicated that he had four messages waiting for him in the IGCBCS system.  This wasn't unusual – since he was on the ticker for so long, he expected to attract some "ticker gnomes", users that would send him their trade routes.  



Three of the four messages were just that, folks asking for their open trades to be posted on the [CSTS3] board.  The fourth private message, however, left Sam speechless.  His eyes grew wide and he turned pale.  Fumbling, he reached for his comm and dialed Jeremiah.

"Hello?"  the old man answered.

"Jeremiah, it's Sam."

"Sammy!  So good to hear from you!  What can I do for you?" Jeremiah sounded genuinely pleased to hear from him.

"I got one of those messages we talked about", Sam said seriously.

"Oh, no!" gasped Jeremiah.  "What did it say?"

"It says they're under attack by unknown and very powerful ships that showed up without warning.  They're asking for military and humanitarian assistance as soon as possible.  It's got to be the Drekons again", he mused.

"Who is it from?  Who are they going after now?"

"It's from a guy named 'Steve Biberus' but from a guild I have never heard of before."

"What guild, Sam?  Where is it happening?" Jeremiah pushed.

"Like I said, I've never heard of them.  Something called [E4RTH]..."

THE END


oh i didnt forget it hehehe um well ok

[Redwaller]

It's awesome as far as I've read it! I need to take time to read the rest.