``The fool [proof] plan}} [Botta]

[|Yuan|~.:Ka-Fai:.]

'Having a paper shedder is very tempting....''

A frustrated cry is heard in the blue and gray base. Many soldiers walking the hallways giving one look towards the sound of the cry, but shrugging it of as a usual occurance. It wasn't every day that the didn't hear their leaders frustration being vent out in cries and...

CRACKL BAM!

That.

The bluenette takes heavy breaths as he keeps in his hunched position and his right hand balled in a fist. The many paper work scattered across the bleek room, the remains of a desk left in pieces at his feet. Taking a final deep, frustrated breathe the man straightens his posture and smooths out anything astray.

These piles of paper work frustrated him to no end. Every time he would get a ten feet of them done and give them to Botta. Leave the room for solitude and come back, there would be another ten foot pile waiting for him to sign. It also doesn't help when he has another ten foot pile waiting for him back at Derris-Kharlan. It's at this moment when he can't take it anymore.

Time for plan: Hide-the-paper-work-from-Botta

Quickly gathering the paper work, not as neatly as before but good enough for him, he starts to contimplate as to where to hide them. Last time he shredded them, didn't bode so well with his second-command. Let's just say, Botta had a twently-foot pile waiting for him the next time. [Most definetly some of Botta's work]

Quickly glancing at the swirling sand hitting his window, a small smile makes it's way towards Yuan face. Glancing back at the pile of paper work, the smile soon turns into full out cynical grin.

"Yes, it's perfect! But first things first, I need to replace that desk." Once done talking to himself, Yuan quickly gets to work on calling the supply department to get another, exact, desk. Making sure to be quick and efficiant before his second returns from, where he sent him last.

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[[Lord] Botta]

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In all honesty, Botta very much perferred the Tethe'alla base to the Sylvarant base. Though they looked incredibly simalar... with the same interior design and architecture style and everything, he definetly preferred the Tethe'alla base. There was just something about it that was easier to navigate... maybe it was the fact that NONE OF THE HALLWAYS LOOKED THE SAME. All of the hallways in the Slyvarant base seemed exactly the same to him, and it was so freaking easy to get lost... so discouraging. On occasion, he'd even have to ask a wandering soldier where he was, and how he would get to where he was going. IN ADDITION, there were those stupid guard robot things you had to stun on the panels JUST to open the door. Yuan's idea. An awful one. But he was forced to help with their installation anyway.

Finally finding Lord Yuan's chambers, Botta waited for the doors to open, with another stack of paperwork in his arms, ready for his master to fill out, where he could then ship it out... until he heard a buzz in his ear, meaning that he had some sort of order from Lord Yuan to redirect to a certain other department. Stepping away from the door, he answered it, and then redirected it as commanded. A new desk? Going back to the door, it slid open, and Botta walked into the room to see Yuan staring at the window with a gleam in his eye. Setting down the stack of paperwork, Botta muttered nervously, "Uh... sir? What is it that you're doing? I... have some more paperwork for you."[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[|Yuan|~.:Ka-Fai:.]

'Will you accept burnt paper then?''

Yuan catches himself at looking throughthe window, hearing the usual 'hiss' of the doors to his chambers opening. Clasping his hands behind his back and placing a 'serious' look on his face, he silently groans at the sight of the paper work in the Second's arms. Kicking a piece of his broken desk to the side, Yuan coughs and nods towards Botta.

"Uh... sir? What is it that you're doing? I... have some more paperwork for you."

"Yes, good work, Botta." Yuan says without looking at Botta, but glaring at the paper work. Completly avoiding the question of 'what' he's doing and 'what' he's going to do. Taking the paper work in hand, he places them next to his other pile of paper work.

With Botta here, he's going to have to find a way to take the paper work from his room and out into the desert. Crouching low to make it look like he's looking for a certain type of paper work as he flips through the many papers; he quickly thinks over his options. Smiling at a thought coming to mind, he places the papers together and heaves them up with no effort.

"Botta, I'll be back. I'll have to do these paper work till I get a new desk." Yuan says offhandedly. Not even mentioning that he doesn't have a 'whole' desk in this room because he obliderated with a punch. Nor is he going to mention that in fact that he's going to bury the paper work in the desert. He'd love to see Botta find them then.

Waiting breifly for the door to 'hiss' open, he awkwardly walks through the hallway. The tall papers obscuring his vision, he takes a quick turn and stuffs the papers in one of the lower commanders office. Waiting a while to make sure that Botta doesn't follow him.

Quickly leaving the room without mentioning to the lower commander, Yuan makes his way towards one of the hidden elevators that go down. Pushing the button and hearing a 'hiss' as the door opens, Yuan quickly pops open the panel and messes with the wires. After a few minutes of fidling, he pushes it back in. Exiting as he looks around for anyone, he catches sight of soldier and walks towards him.

"The elevator isn't working. Get Second-Commander Botta, and have him fix it." Yuan says passivly before turning on his heels.

Step one complete. Now for Step two.

Yuan continues his way back towards the power room.

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[[Lord] Botta]

"Um... I'll have to check, sir."

Lord Yuan answered very simply, just telling him he did good work... but that didn't answer his real question. That didn't answer any question! And he still didn't know why Yuan had punched right through his desk... again... there were so many reasons for him to be tempted to do that. It seemed to have been happening more and more recently. Although, Yuan had suddenly picked up the whole stack of papers, and walked right out with them, claiming he needed a new desk in order to do them, and thus he was going to go somewhere else and do them. Well, what a dedicated man, thought Botta.

But suddenly through his earpiece, he recieved a complaint that the elevator was broken. Again? It seemed like that thing was breaking all the time. Sighing, Botta attempted to navigate over to the elevator... going the wrong way ONLY ONCE. But it had unintentionally given Yuan that much more time to escape. Though, when he approached the elevator... it seemed to open fine, though there was no elevator there. Dammit, it must have gotten stuck up at the top!

[/color] he sighed. That means he had to take the stairs. Joy. Fun. Oh my, the stairs. He didn't even know where the stairs were.

It took him at least ten minutes to get up stairs, and then he had to pry open the door with his big sword-thingy, before seeing that only a couple of wires were frayed. That was it?! All that for--nevermind. Sighing, Botta began to tinker with the technology. Yuan was up to something... he could feel it.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[|Yuan|~.:Ka-Fai:.]

'Well I suppose I could just turn in the signed paperwork...'

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It takes exactly 50 seconds to walk from his chamber all the way to the elevator. From then, it would take around another 50 seconds for any problems getting there. Than there is the 100 seconds of trying to mess with the wires, another 10 seconds if shocked. Finally it would take Botta 30 seconds to realize that Yuan was doing something. Making the estimated time that Yuan needed to get to the power room, 240 seconds or 4 minutes in total. That amount of time wouldn't be enough for Yuan to get his paperwork, bury them in the desert, and return to his office without suspicion. So that's what step two is for.

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Yuan takes another turn as he waits for the doors to the power room to hiss open. Tapping his foot at the seconds being counted in his head, he rushes off towards the controls once the doors opened. Making sure not to waste any precous time that he has, Yuan smirks as his slender fingers hit the keys on the panel. It surprised him that there wasn't any soldiers in the control room. It could be that he was there.

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Clicking the few last buttons, he flips a clear glass case on the grayish-blue panel. Smirking with victory, he smashes the red button underneath as the whole base turns dark. Soon red lights flash as he smiles cynicaly. Turning on his heels he exits the power room to look around at the Renegade soldiers dashing about. Feeling happy that they were taking this seriously, he calmly makes his way back towards the lower commanders room.

Step two completed. Step three commencing!

"Ahhh...~ With 50 seconds to spare~" Yuan says as he steps back to let a soldier run past. Not even caring which hallway he takes to where his paperwork resides. He silently laughs at himself, wondering if Botta was in the elevator.

Walking past the hallways, he comes into contact with Botta. Giving a small smile to Botta.

"Good evening, Botta." Yuan says with gusto, the same cynical smile that is usually on his face.
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[[Lord] Botta]

Tinkering with the wires in the elevator, Botta was attempting to re-connect all of the wires that had been ripped out. Though much to his demise, this was the defective elevator that didn't have colored wires... and thus he was having a bit of trouble. His fingers were already buzzing from a couple of electricutions, but he sighed and just taped them all together to call it a day. But of course, the second he finishes and turns to exit the elevator, the lights go out. Yuan, that bastard!

Stuck in the elevator, Botta mutters curses to himself and sighs, banging his head off the wall. That boss of his, man... sure, he was some sort of genius sometimes, but all of the other times...! There were times where Botta deperately wanted to kill that man... of course it wasn't possible due to the fact that Yuan was 1) his Boss, 2) an Angel, 3) a Serapin, 4) His source of money and 5) the one who let him not drink milk when he wasn't up to it. Not a battle he could ever win, even if Yuan did seem to lose all of the time.

As the elevator opened again, Lord Yuan--to Botta's annoyance--stepped in and bid him good evening, with that smile of his. "Good evening... Lord Yuan,"

[/color] he almost had to say it through gritted teeth, dying to know what his boss had done. And the paperwork was gone... Yuan was most certainly up to no good.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[|Yuan|~.:Ka-Fai:.]

Yuan relished in the sound of 'Lord Yuan' coming from Botta's mouth. The way he gritted his teeth in saying that gave great pleasure to his heart. It gave his usually dull life a little more excitment. Chuckling at Botta, he gives a small salute to Botta before charging some lightning mana in his hand and unleashing it on the elevator panel.

"Good day Botta!" Yuan says as the small red lights flash in the elevator and the doors hiss to a close. The wiring having been fried, which caused the doors to seal shut.

Stepping back, the annoying sound of the alarm is shut of as his soldiers finally realize that someone had caused them to go of on 'accident'. Turning around with his cape twirling behind him, he quickly makes his way towards the lower commander's office. Not even glancing at the statled man, he picks up the papers and walks towards the outside. Every step causing the sound of the sand hitting one another to come to his sensitive ear.

Stopping before the outside door it hisses open and looks out towards the red and brown ocean of sand. The two posted guards at the front looking at their leader and giving a stiff salute. Grunting in response he drops the stack of papers into the unsuspecting soldier's hands, as he crumples to the floor fromt he weight.

"Go bury that somewhere in the desert." Yuan commans stiffly as he returns to his office, the new desk sitting there like he never punched his old one. Walking over to one of his few cabnets, he takes a folder out and places it on his desk. Sitting down with a satisfied sigh, he starts scribbling on the many papers in the folder. The many equations and fomulas setting the Renegade leader's mind at rest.

No more paperwork

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