Moving away from the Draka for the moment, let's take a look at some shenanigans during the Infinite Cold War. I'm rather fond of the idea of the Convention charting it's own path through the cold war between Infinity and Centrum, like China in the OTL cold war. Sometimes that means playing nice, and sometimes that means doing other things...
(Note: This should probably not be taken 100% seriously.)
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Quote:Echo Minus Eighteen / 1024Mr. Fnord interdimensional man of mystery
Late May, 2022 (Convention relative)
“Dr. Cooper? Draco Malfoy, from the Moebius Group. A pleasure to meet you sir.” The blond man smiled pleasantly and stuck out a hand, but Sheldon Cooper only gave it a dubious, slightly affronted look. Malfoy kept his hand out for a second, then put it away with the tiniest of shrugs.
“Draco Malfoy is a character from a series of sub-standard fantasy novels written for the lowest common denominator,” Sheldon informed the man. “Your bizarre and childish spy antics are transparent and I’m only doing this because the head of the department asked me to.”
Malfoy gave the physicist a considering look, then relaxed a little. “You do live up to your reputation, Dr. Cooper,” he said. “Let’s get down to it then.”
Sheldon’s office was filled with whiteboards, and every single one was covered with dense mathematical notations. Having let the interloper into his domain Sheldon paid the man no further mind and went back to scribbling on the board furthest from Malfoy and the entrance. Malfoy for his part glanced at the boards, then pulled out a slim book, flipped through to a specific spot and compared the two. “Hm,” he hmmed. “Yes… yes, I see.”
Sheldon heard Malfoy’s humming and took a look to see where the man was busy comparing his work to, what? Looking over Malfoy’s shoulder he saw the contents of the book and nearly blew a blood vessel. “That, that’s, how did you get that!?” he demanded. “Those equations weren’t in my paper! How did you get a published version of something not in my paper?”
Malfoy smiled mysteriously. “There are more things in heaven and earth, Dr. Cooper.”
Sheldon frowned. “Quoting Shakespeare as a rhetorical evasion doesn’t explain how you got those equations. I demand an explanation!”
“Well,” Malfoy said, “these aren’t your work for one thing.”
“Are you implying that I, I plagiarized my work?” Sheldon gasped, outraged. “Why am I arguing this with a man who thinks he’s a wizard? Get out!”
“I didn’t say that either, Dr. Cooper. The situation’s a bit more complex, but think of it as Newton and Leibniz inventing the same math.” Malfoy pocketed his book and gave Sheldon what he assumed was supposed to be a placating smile. “Based on your work, I’m authorized to offer you a position with the Moebius Group.”
“Not interested.”
“Please, Dr. Cooper, hear me out. The position is very well paid and- Ah.” Malfoy held a hand to his ear. “Ah. I see. Dr. Cooper, I’m afraid that we’re going to have to skip the job offer and skip right to the ‘mortal peril’ part.”
“Wait what?” Sheldon started to say, but Malfoy had already grabbed him and hurled them both out the office window. And the office had exploded.
~***~
“Malfoy. No, I got him but there’s complications. Yeah, Tweedledee and Tweedledum sent teams, one snatch one extirpation. No, they hit the building at the same time, so they’re probably too busy killing each other to know we scarpered. Right. Right. Well as soon as they figure it out we need to move. Tell the crew to get the rest of the acquaintance web and head for exfil.”
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