Post by #+h3 M!$+3r P@r@d0x on Apr 5, 2010 22:04:04 GMT -5
The scene is that of a press conference to allow the public open debate with Hammond Marlboro. This entire conference is held in a Bio-Safe area with no chance of carrier interference, Guests have been invited via Appearance or Satillite Transmission on the Plasma Screen LCD that rested at the end of the isle toward the back entrance . The podium is decorated with Tricell logos and a leader board standing behind it with a map of the world. The stage is lit up with overhead lights shining directly upon the podium with a green and blue haze radiating gently off the back drop. Random security personnel are apparently armed with Tactical Machine Pistols hanging by a strap to the direct left side of each of them with a strap securing them in a hanging position by the shoulder. Each of them reach of count of thirteen moving gently backstage and through the crowd… it may be apparent that others are out of view. The security is air tight.
From the direct right of the stage, dressed is a casual business suite of black linens with a grayish Boston-made over-coat Mr. Hammond Marlboro casually moves toward the podium. With a almost queued motion he begins to wave at the crowd of people that have come for the Open-House interview for Tricell Inc.’s annual release ceremony. Without question it appeared that Marlboro was most pleased to be able to meet and greet the majority of those that either favored his people or despised the actions of hear-say. He was here to clear up messes in public. No one would dare make a move on him in public like this… even if they had the security was lined with Class-13 Rangers at over twenty vantage points… each with a spotter. If a weapon was drawn… the assailants would be neutralized.
This was more or less a party for a out bringing to welcome anyone to speak there mind in the current crisis and find solutions to problems to appease the people. Mr. Hammond Marlboro was a business man… and in business you can never ’Forsake’ the people… They will always need guidance of some sort. Even if that meant doing a lot to take it back elsewhere… Business Tactics only work when the people are appeased by it… He would make sure that the people were able to plead or speak their minds for a better future. A Empire from ashes so to speak. Without people… there would be no Empire.
Mr. Hammond Marlboro tightened his brown velvet tie as he begins to speak, looking over the notes previously prepared for him. With a almost witty smirk, he tosses the papers over his head… then watches to the side as the Cue man drops his large cards for possible solutions in disgust. Hammonds eyes brighten as he looks over the crowd.
“ Thank you all for coming at such short notice. Many of you are familiar with the new policies that this Company has embedded into many of the main lands. Our military forces have been fighting day and night to secure many of our lost home fronts… as the rise of the B.S.A.A. in Southern North America has been carefully monitoring any terrorist activity… I commend these brave men and women for their actions and thank them. But, we are in the midst of a struggle that has gone on for years. These are in fact… desperate times for all Humanity. Even though we are gaining grounds… our numbers decrease daily as our enemies numbers rise. Umbrella’s infamous Tyrant Virus has claimed many of our friends… family… loved ones… “
Hammond takes a deep breath in condolence… then continues…
“ Who among you has questions regarding our activities?”
From the direct right of the stage, dressed is a casual business suite of black linens with a grayish Boston-made over-coat Mr. Hammond Marlboro casually moves toward the podium. With a almost queued motion he begins to wave at the crowd of people that have come for the Open-House interview for Tricell Inc.’s annual release ceremony. Without question it appeared that Marlboro was most pleased to be able to meet and greet the majority of those that either favored his people or despised the actions of hear-say. He was here to clear up messes in public. No one would dare make a move on him in public like this… even if they had the security was lined with Class-13 Rangers at over twenty vantage points… each with a spotter. If a weapon was drawn… the assailants would be neutralized.
This was more or less a party for a out bringing to welcome anyone to speak there mind in the current crisis and find solutions to problems to appease the people. Mr. Hammond Marlboro was a business man… and in business you can never ’Forsake’ the people… They will always need guidance of some sort. Even if that meant doing a lot to take it back elsewhere… Business Tactics only work when the people are appeased by it… He would make sure that the people were able to plead or speak their minds for a better future. A Empire from ashes so to speak. Without people… there would be no Empire.
Mr. Hammond Marlboro tightened his brown velvet tie as he begins to speak, looking over the notes previously prepared for him. With a almost witty smirk, he tosses the papers over his head… then watches to the side as the Cue man drops his large cards for possible solutions in disgust. Hammonds eyes brighten as he looks over the crowd.
“ Thank you all for coming at such short notice. Many of you are familiar with the new policies that this Company has embedded into many of the main lands. Our military forces have been fighting day and night to secure many of our lost home fronts… as the rise of the B.S.A.A. in Southern North America has been carefully monitoring any terrorist activity… I commend these brave men and women for their actions and thank them. But, we are in the midst of a struggle that has gone on for years. These are in fact… desperate times for all Humanity. Even though we are gaining grounds… our numbers decrease daily as our enemies numbers rise. Umbrella’s infamous Tyrant Virus has claimed many of our friends… family… loved ones… “
Hammond takes a deep breath in condolence… then continues…
“ Who among you has questions regarding our activities?”