He made a grand and arrogant entrance. The doors to the Governor's office swung open abruptly as he strode in. His eyes were the definition of determination, his brow was furrowed in absolute resolve. He slammed his hand down on the desk, rattling its contents as he made his proclamation"

"I need to see the Governor!! I have a proposal".a proposal, which, if completed successfully, will rock the foundations of RhyDin for centuries to come!!!"

The sound of a wildly beating tambourine draws the rubber chicken from its contemplation of the wonderful world of insanely complicated finance. An irritated look on that tiny yellow face beady eyes narrowing in on Baker.

"Whats all this noise about! You there! You know we don't beat people with instruments in the hallways. We drag them down the hall to the music room for that!"

Beady eyes fixed on Baker again after darting to the Gypsy for a quick look. "Wait a second! You're THAT idiot' I've been wanting to speak with you about this! Come into my office!"

Waving Baker to a stack of paperwork inside the crowded treasury office the chicken barely gave him time to even think about sitting before launching into his counterproposal. "Now I'd be willing to give you our standard budget allowance for outlandish and only potentially only marginally useful proposals....if you will do me a favor...I need someone to stop at the Isle of Lyfis to pick up an insect sample for my research...Its on the way to Lesbos, and you might be just the vic...Umm Idiot that I need."

Not even giving Baker a chance to assent the Chicken thrust a pen in his hand, a paper under the pen having him sign a paper with impossibly tiny print, before handing him a pre-prepared leather packet containing five silver crowns, stamped with the letter OPMP in ornate gold scroll work And then shoving him back out into the hallway.

The door slammed behind the chicken's retreating form and gleeful cackling could be heard from the office as the chicken contemplates the thought of a crate full of Vampiric Aphids from the Isles of Lyfis..

"Actually I do not think he has everything he needs at present, and as for an appointment, I figured he could come inside with me, since I am here on business, and it seems business has indeed once again picked up. As silly as his notion sounds, I figure it would fit nicely under 'diplomatic endeavours', or 'Foreign trade negotiations and relations', in any event, can you please let the Governor know I am here in relation to the Temple District reports, she requestsed. Thank you."

With that said, Brian entered the room and offered a two fingered salute to Baker and a warm smile to both Evonna and Erin, and Doom to boot. In his hand were several sealed folders bearing the 'RMF' logo, and 'Official use only', as a gloved hand adjusted his uniform, and spectacles in turn.

"Nice day for a proposal, don't you think, sir?"

A wink offered to Baker with that, as Brian folded his hands behind his back, folders still in hands grip, as he waited.

"Ma'am I'm telling you...No I'm serious there's nothing inside there!" Dark yelled, tugging on one end of his guitar case while a security guard tugged on the other end.

Into the main hallway now thanks to a bit of overpowering, Dark was a purist when it came to tug of war. He looked left and right continuing the resistance.

"I'll be damned if you crack anything open!" seriously down brows and then pausing still and raising his hand to his ear as if he heard familiar voices. The woman still struggling for the instrument while he grinned confirming the voices. She pulled herself several yards back with the instrument freely in her hands just to see Dark bounding on his black leather boots towards the chicken's office, pointing at her.

"I'll be out in a jiffy, don't do nothing! I'm serious, you break the guitar I break ya fayce!" He nodded with a point before slipping into the room and closing the door behind him, his back to it as if protecting that very ROOM from some sort of zombie outbreak.

Panting, and then finally fixing his shirt collar and suit vest, no tie as usual.

"Gentlemen.." nod to both Brian and Baker.

Erin nodded, mouth a little agape at the onslaught. Gentlemen, Gentlemen, please follow me....The governor is out of town presently, but there are enough of us here to help, yeah'

She gave them all an easy smile as she moved to the conference room, opening the door. Standing aside like a gameshow host, she ushered them all in.

Despite what Baker might think The chicken was actually a trusted and respected member of the staff here. On the desk in the treasury office was a sixty five page long list of things that Kitty had asked the chicken to handle while she was away, and one of those things was people with crazy petitions, and the disbursement of the new Potato gattling guns supplied by RUDE to the militia forces commanded by Mr. Ravenlock.

Gathering the paperwork needed for this meeting the chicken makes it's way into the conference room. "Thank you for waiting gentlemen. Erin will you be so good as to keep notes of this meeting for Miss Helston' I think if nothing else they will amuse her while shes away."

Seating itself at a miniature desk on top the head of the conference room table the chicken begins. "I'm glad you are here Mr. Ravenlock, We just got the first shipment of special arms from our new suppliers today, and I need you to oversee their distribution. Now do please recall that the special Sleeping Gas Sweet Potato ammunition is to be used only for crowd control situations and not for practical jokes between guard stations. We do not need a repeat of the station six pepper spray incident."

"The next item on the Agenda today is in regards to the cost of impromptu budget meetings, and gentlemen I must tell you those costs a unacceptable. In the future if you must submit a petiton please do so through the proper channels instead of just showing up on the doorstep."

"Now....Who wants to tell me precisely what you want from this office today?"

The chicken folds its wings over its chest causing its bright pink tie to bunch in a comical fashion and sits back to survey the three men.

Listening to Baker the chicken nodded a bit. "Right Right, we already know thats why YOU are here, And Mr. Ravenlock has his reports. But who is this third person and what does he want?" The chicken turns its beady eyes on Darkkar for a moment before turning back to Baker.

"And as for your requests, You already got the standard OPMP allowance. you better have some very persuasive arguments as to why you need more from this office if you intend to get even so much as a drop of ale or a matchstick for this cockeyed scheme. "

Erin was sitting at the head of the table, reading glasses perched on her nose. She scribbled furiously at her yellow legal pad, legs crossed so that her skirt rode up to show some knee.

Now, gentlemen, please speak clearly and slowly if you will. I want to make sure I get it all down in the right order."

From the look on her face it was hard to tell if she was serious or seriously mocking them.

Brian remained silent, as the proceedings came to start...Quietly, the elder Ravenlock let his eyes silently gauge the gathered as he had done so, many times before in the Inn itself, yet this time...This time much more than a beer, and a fun brawl or three...Or even a half drunken, or not so half drunken girl that thought she could sway him from his red headed goddess, only to land flat on their asses was on the line. This time it was a much more incredible gambit, so he watched and waited for his time.

Filing in with his newfound bretheren, Brian took a seat next to Dark and offered a heart felt pat on the shoulder, with a accompanied smile, and just as quickly he was back to business, as his face went near stone like once more, while blue eyes settled on the Doom, yet again as the 'HCiC' (That's 'Head C*ck in Charge' for you people outta the know, or for the PC lovers out there, 'Head Chicken in Charge', or for the proper saps, 'Head Poultrite in Charge', which would make it 'HPiC', but we all know C*ck sounds SO much frickin' sweeter, so.....)

Brian heard Doom's statement in regards to the new weapons, and offered a stoic two fingered salute, as he laughed inside in regards to the antics that took place at the 6th Division's garrison. Brian then watched the exhanges between Dark, Baker and Doom, and also had to smirk a bit at Erin's demeanor as well. This day was just getting better and better, and trust me that was in the good way. Then the outburst happened, and Brian, Dark and Baker began to file out. With that all said and done, Brian paused, and let the others clear the door and turned around. Quietly, he regarded Erin and Doom and finally he cleared his throat and finally spoke.

"Before I leave..Sir, thank you in regards to the weapons. And I assure you, we will use the new SGSP ammo, in the mosy professional manner...Also, I assure you, we will not have a repeat of the 'incident' that occured at the 6th Division, as hilarious as it was. It was in poor taste, and I am sure my me- I mean the cuplrits are very regretful of their actions...As hilarious as they were at the time. Yes, most regretful.

I shall see the the distribution of the weapons, and ammunition, and also would like to suggest something alone the lines of a launcher for combat specified wombats, or 'CSW' as we like to call them. It's a work in progress, but this is not the time, I shall subit a proper request when more field testing is completed.

Also I do apologize for the out of order assembly we seem to be involved in today, I know it was not on the agenda and what not. But I do believe it is of the utmost importance. As my partners have attested to, we require what they had asked for, and yes I know about the budget all too well, as I fight with it on a constant basis. But I do honestly believe this 'cock..eyed scheme' as you put it, could truly be beneficial to the city, as well as this current administration. My family stands ready to support such an endeavor, and I even have the support of my beloved Jenai Angelique, who is a Priestess of the Scathachian Order as well, who also thinks this may be a good chance to extend the olive branch to a place very few have ever laid eyes upon."

A moment taken for not only a dramatic pause, but also a breath of five...Brian could get long winded, especially when it came to things he was passionate about, and this was one such thing. He knew this was the first hurdle and what not, and first impressions are everything. He also knew that he, Dark and Baker were not the most...Well, I dunno, but whatever it was, they were not the most of it...

Each had different reputations, each had similar ones in turn, of course this was off the clock and what not, as Brian knew that when he was on the job, it was a another matter entirely, and was sure it was the same for his bretheren. Still...The true challenge was this folks...How the f*ck do you seriously try to get across to a Government official, that you need a butt load of money, a sh*it load of booze, a ship to boot and more so...Just to visit an Isle full of Lesbians!"

Well, Brian's mind went back to his talk with Jenai a moment...They were laying in bed of all place, nestled in one another's arms after a much heated round of...Patrol, yeah that's it! Okay, back to the point. So they talked about it and it went something like...

"Baby..?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I go on a little trip?"

"To where, baby?"

"The Isle of Lesbos, with Dark and Baker and some others...I won't be alone. The idea came up, and well...Can I go?" Okay, now this was the time when every man who asked his wife about visiting an Isle full of Lesbian women would normally get his ass kicked, and what not and trust me, Brian was ready for it, as he figured asking Jen about it was not only a ballsy move, but a stupid one to boot, and would equally be deserving of an ass kicking. Of couse her reply was..

"Sure, baby. You go ahead. Want me to pack some stuff for you?" To quote a little boy from a small hick town in Colorado...'Dude this is seriously f*cked up.' Brian was stunned...Stunned I say!

"Y..You mean, it's alright, I can go with them' And come back to you? I mean, baby...It's really okay?"

"Of course it is baby, and I'll be waiting for you. I promise. With open arms, and a medicine kit handy to patch you up...Snu snu.." A certified not from his beloved, as she seemed to grin to herself, and offer a kiss to the elder Ravenlock's forehead, as she slipped from the bed and padded to the kitchen, all the while humming something...Brian heard those words again...Snu Snu...He had no idea what they meant, all he knew was he was allowed to go...Obviously luck was on the boy's side...Well that, and the bestest gal he could ever want or have. Snapping back to the here and now, Brian cleared his throat and continued, as he motioned to Baker and Dark, who had already cleared the door.

"What my comrades are saying, and yes Erin dear I know I need to speak slow for you, so do try to keep up. Thank you...And yes, Sir...You look damn good in that suit." A nod to Doom once more, as he moved from the table, and then clasped his hands a moment as he looked out a near window...Que dramatic pause...Alright, chums...Les do this.

"What my comrades and I are saying is that we wish to set out to a place very few have seen, a place that is populated and quite cultured, and a place that we are sure would benefit from an open line of communication with our city and vice versa...We wish to extend the olive branch, and open talks between our people and theirs. We have recently come across a map, a map with a direct line to this Isle...The Isle of Lesbos.

Of course, we are not asking to be compensated for this by any means, I will act as an official representative, and with a small cadre with assure the protection of these men and their crew. This of course if the Government allows this expedition to commence. The Ravenlock clan, has pledged support to assist in the crewing of said ship that was requested, and also to help off set some of the cost of this endeavor to not leave the entire burden on the Government itself...

So we ask the following, in no particular order. You with me so far, Erin" That's a ship...S..h..i..p...Ship, the kind that floats and carries lots of stuff. Monies to set towards this ambitious goal, and yes as Mister Dark here specified...Ale. We are only for a budget and permission, and all else will be shouldered by ourselves, and we are looking into the possibility of advertisement from local business in this endeavor...However, first things first. We come to you, and to the Governor. We would like permission to continue,and the means to do so in regards to setting out on this diplomatic mission that could help all involved to no end....Sir.."

Brian nodded to each of the gathered quietly as he began to wrap up . Once more the elder Ravenlock, the Commander of the 27th Division WestEnd Militia, Father, Brother and friend to nearly all looked among those left in the room, and nodded to Erin and Doom once more.

"Forgive my comrade's earlier outburst, they are very passionate about what we wish to do, I left my reports there for the Governor. Please see she gets them. Thank you both for your time and take care."

A bow offered, and Brian went out the door and rejoined his bretheren once more.

Beady little rubber eyes just blinked at the door for a few minutes after the three men departed before looking at Erin. "Well that went amazingly easily. Do you think we should be preparing for the worst now?"

The chicken gave it another half minute of thought, then shrugged a chickenish shrug before giving Erin a leer. "Oh well. Say Pretty Lady' Want to go get some lunch' Or maybe a cocktail?"