Official Officers Conference, Let's see if I still have what it takes

[Forman]

Forman watched as ship upon ship landed in the hangar. From alien ships to planes made specifically by LNA for combat in space. Everybody had been invited to attend this event, just like always. Agents and clients alike.

This was the Officers Conference that was held every two years. Usually it was held in DC, but they had decided to have it on Orbital Base this year to commemorate its completion after years of work. It was still in construction during the last conference, as was Ocean Base. This was a public event, where anybody who's lives were affected by LNA in any way were invited to watch.

It was here that the future of LNA for the next two years would be decided. What would be done about targets, recent happenings in the agency, along with anything else that they felt needed to be dealt with. All three officers would have a say in everything, and nobody could say that LNA was being too secretive (kind of ironic) about its internal affairs. Forman was just sitting in the hangar waiting for a specific ship when he saw it.

This particular ship belonged to Zion, who had been promoted to an agent during the jailbreak incidents. It was a Matoogi ship, being what humans had come to describe as a flying saucer. As it landed in the hangar, Zion exited the ship, along with Forman's fellow two Officers: Mirielle Sansworth and Strider Estel.

"Ah, Mirielle, Strider, nice to see you guys.. even though we live in the same building. We're having the conference in the Mess Hall, there's enough room in there for the audience."

[Mirielle]

Mirielle relaxed her tense grip on the armrests as the ship finally docked inside the main hanger. The feeling of nausea as she slowly rose from her seat made her wince slightly as she felt her body adjusting to the artificial gravity. While she was fine with flying, she was not so fond of flying into space. Glad that she didn't eat much before lift off, she followed Strider and Zion as they exited the Matoogi ship only to be greeted by Forman.

Smiling sightly, she inclined her head in greeting to the head Officer, "It's nice to see you as well Forman. How many are we expecting?" She asked as her eyes swept around the hanger, wondering if the hanger was big enough for the ships of those attending. "And anything on the agenda that we should take note of?"

[Strider David-Scott Estel]

Strider had just woken up from a nap he had on the flight over here. He hadn't gotten any sleep the night before because he had a feeling something was going to happen in the next few days. He had been having dreams of meeting someone he had known for a long time. He just couldn't figure out who this was going to be.

Hey Forman. Just thought I'd let you know that you need to keep those couches in the Matoogi ship the same forever. They've gotta be the most comfortable thing I've ever slept on. Where can I buy one of those?

He then looked over at Mirielle and jumped back in surprise. He hadn't seen her this whole trip because he had gotten on the ship before her and had fallen asleep before she got on. He had also left the ship with Zion before her so never saw her.

Wow you are looking stunning today. What have you done differently? It's the hair isn't it? That's gotta be it.

[Forman]

"Do we ever really have an agenda for these things?" Forman said in a joking manner. "We're expecting hundreds. Registration officials are considering turning individual ships around and having them get on shuttles from DC. You guys got here just in time, I guess."

He looked at Strider.

"I'd recommend you buy one on Matoog. We're planning on buying a few for DC, too. They really are comfortable, aren't they? I don't know what they make them out of.. not even the new Matoogi leader will tell me." After hearing Strider's comments on Mirielle, Forman studied her a bit closer. "Your hair was blonde before you got sent out of DC, wasn't it?"

Forman shrugged.

"I'm starting to think you change looks with the seasons." He said in a joking manner. "Shall we head to the Mess Hall?"

[Black Jaguar]

Jaguar had been given the job of chaperoning a ship full of Unicorns. So with him being the only human (besides the pilot), he felt kind of awkward. He had expected the Unicorns to smell like horses, but they didn't, it was a different smell, almost one that made you feel content or happy. He tried to think of other things. He wondered what would be discussed about at the conference. He hoped that they would have food there because he hadn't eaten since the day before, being really busy and all. He turned around to give a head count to make sure all the Unicorns were there. He froze for a moment because they all had their eyes on him. He tried to ignore their constant stare but it was bugging him too much. It felt like they could read his mind, which wasn't very comfortable. He put all other thoughts out of his head and counted again. In the end, he was glad when the ship landed and he escorted the creatures out two by two.

He fast-walked to the nearest restroom, it had been a long flight. He shoved open the door and did his business. He went to wash his hands and he saw a ghost that he knew. "Hey, Sam! I didn't know you were going to be here." he said drying his hands off.

"Oh, yes. I came with a bunch of other Ghosts. It was a very crowded ship. I hate crowds. They get in my way." Sam said.

Jaguar smiled and wondered how something could get in a Ghost's way. "Well, see you around!" he said as he walked out. "Wow" he said to himself. Since his toilet trip, the place had tripled in people. He shuffled through the crowd and bumped into an angry Chupacabra. "Sorry" he said raising his eyebrows. He saw the three head Officers all together and he just stood there doing nothing special.

[Forman]

Once in the Mess Hall, Forman ushered the other Officers in their seats at a table in the middle of the hall, sitting on a part of the floor that was risen. He turned on the recording device. Even as more people ushered into the Mess, the meeting started.

"All three participants of this conference shall now state their full name, rank, species, and specialty department. I am John Patrick Joseph Joanne Forman." Forman sort of cringed at his full name, because it sounded very stupid, and he regretted having to say it every two years. It was so long because Werewolf tradition was to give your child three middle names: The name of the grandfather, then the father, then the mother. For example, Lizzie's name was Elizabeth Joseph John Helen Forman. It may not roll off the tongue very easily, but it was traditional. Forman then continued.

"I am Head Officer of Loch Ness Agencies. I am a werewolf. My specialty department is Vampire and Werewolf affairs." He looked to see which Officer would go next.

[Giselle Woods]

Giselle had arrived with a ship full of scary creatures. She flew out of the ship when it landed and stared at the large crowd. 'Oh my!' she thought. She landed on the ground, not wanting her wings to get tired. She freaked out and jumped back into the air almost being trampled on the ground. She wasn't really sure what to do so she just flew over to a table and stood in the middle.

"Oh, don't you just love the details that are put into these sculptures here." A human agent said as she walked by with her friend. Giselle pouted her lips and just sat down waiting for something to happen. Then Forman started ushering everyone to the mess hall and she followed, floating over head a bit. Once in the Mess hall, she placed herself in a little bush that was tall enough for her to see.

"Oh my, Stacy! Here is another one of those statues! Simply lovely!" That same human that had earlier seen Giselle commented. Giselle got a little annoyed but kept her attention on the officers.

[Black Jaguar]

Jaguar was trying to tell a Minotaur a joke but it wasn't working out he had planned. The Minotaur wasn't understanding a thing and when Jaguar laughed at himself for being silly, the Minotaur thought that he was laughing at the beast. Jaguar hesitated as the Minotaur gripped his axe and exhaled angrily. Jaguar pointed behind the bull, "WOW!" and as the Minotaur turned to see what he was pointing at, Jaguar slipped into the crowd before it discovered that it had been tricked. Jaguar hoped never to come face to face with that Minotaur again and followed everyone into the mess hall where he sat down with no intention of communicating with any creature.

[Cody]

Francis atomised in front of Jaguar and said, "Ah, uncle Henry, How be you? I hear that they plan the bury my father soon. Will Aunt Marie attend? Or will she be labouring?"

"By the way, how is she? And how are you? And do you happen to know where the Master General of Loch Ness Agencies is?"

[Black Jaguar]

Jaguar winced as Francis appear. He had never liked Francis...at all, really. "Francis, I don't know where Marie is. In fact I haven't seen her in weeks. There is so much work." saying the last part to himself more than Francis. Francis continued to jabber like a monkey. "Uh..Fran-Francis! I'm not really in the mood to talk. And Forman is over there. The meeting is about to start anyway. Why don't you find a seat over there?" he said pointing to a place not near him.

[Strider David-Scott Estel]

It looked like everyone was making their way to the Mess Hall so he followed Forman and Mirielle to their rightful table. As he was making his way there he was staring at Mirielle behind.

Wow, all the years I've been here I've never once noticed how beautiful she looks in all aspects.

He then let out a little chuckle and made his way to the table and sat on the left side of Forman. After Forman stood up and introduced himself he decided it was his turn. He was usually nice and let the lady go first but she wasn't making a move.

I am Strider David-Scott Estel. I am Second in Command Officer of LNA. I am a human. I don't really have one specialty depatment but I help all around. I'm what you call a jack-of-all-trades.

He then sat down and waited for Mirielle. Just like Forman's name, he had multiple middle names. It was a tradition passed down from generation to generation to have two middle names.

[Drake Estel]

Drake had missed the transport to the Orbital Base so had to find someway of making it there himself. Luckily someone else from LNA had missed it too. He walked up to the lone agent and asked how they were supposed to get there now. The agent supposedly new how to pilot one of the aircrafts so they took the last one in the hangar. They had surprisingly made it there before the transport they were suppose to have taken.

Drake made his way to the mess hall and sat next to what looked like an angry minotaur. It was looking around for someone but couldn't seem to find that person.

Hello. How are you today?

The minotaur turned around and growled at Drake. Drake got up quickly and left. He saw a seat open in the front row and decided this was the best place to sit. He made it there before anyone else and sat down. Forman had just finished introducing himself. The next officer got up and introduced himself. After hearing that it was his brother he quickly hid his face in case Strider noticed him. This was the first time in years that he had seen his brother and he was relieved to see that he looked good. Brother like brother.

[Mirielle]

Mirielle mock-glared at Forman for his comment before they started heading towards the Mess Hall. Along the way they were greeted by other agents who were hurrying to the Mess Hall before the conference started.

Hearing a chuckle behind her, she turned her head around and gave Strider a curious look before looking back at the front. She took her seat as Strider and Forman went to their's and calmly waited for Forman to get the meeting up and running. She scanned the hall, recognising most of the agents and a few other clients mingling with each other. She watched as the last of the people attending were ushered in and focused back onto Forman as he began the formalities. For a moment there, she blanked out, but quickly regained her focus as she realised it was her turn to speak.

"I'm Mirielle Andrea Sansworth. I am third-in-command Officer of Loch Ness Agencies. I am a human. My specialty department is Technology, but I am mainly focused on communication."

[Forman]

"Alright," Forman began. "Let's get this conference underway, shall we? Any non-major things either of you beleive should be covered?"

He leaned back in his seat, releived that they had finally started. Everybody in the audience went quiet, waiting to see what would be discussed first.

[Cody]

Francis sensed the discomfort in his voice, and he shook his head, somewhat in a disgusted way. Then, taking his advice, Francis took a seat far away from Jaguar. Sitting next to a boy that looked like he was 16 years old.

"Good Evening sir, if you do not mind, I would like to ask of your origins, your namesake, and what matter of business you have outside of the Agency..."