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Post by Gethsemani on Feb 15, 2011 12:13:46 GMT -5
Malmö had been a messy affair. It was an insignificant city in the grand international perspective and it held absolutely no emotional value to Kaiya. In fact, this had only been the third time she had visited that small city in Sweden. The first two it had been to first be formally accepted into the 'Söldner Family', a name that was just as silly as it was a blatant lie, and then to get the news that she was being moved from R&D to Field Operations. This time, the final time, she had come on her own volition and without the request from anyone in the Darovich family. Over a decade of working for the company had ended in something that under normal circumstances was corporate espionage. But there was nothing normal with what was happening to Söldner Industries, breaking down at its' very foundations as everyone grabbed whatever they could from the company and made a break for it.
It had been almost ridiculously easy to get into the main database for her section of the R&D department and copying every single file there before leaving as if nothing had happened. The guards no longer cared, the clerks no longer cared and the Darovich family was probably too busy transfering money to Russia to care. To get a hold of a helicopter had been a simple matter of offering the pilot lots of money while pointing a gun to his head and telling him to take off.
By now, her little heist was almost 12 hours in the past. The helicopter had had to land to refuel a few times, but the pilot had seemingly settled down after a few reassuring words about the fact that he would not be killed if he cooperated and that the wad of US dollars she had offered him was really his if he did as she said. A last stop at Brest to refuel and soon there had been nothing but the Atlantic under the old Soviet Army helicopter.
"Are you sure about this? We are almost bingo fuel, we should turn back." The pilot sounded very concerned as he turned his head towards Kaiya and studied her. If not for the fact that she had tossed three bags containing guns, body armor and various electronical devices that looked high tech enough to feature in Star Trek into the cargo hold he would have thought she was a regular businesswoman. High heels, an armani pinstripe suit with matching skirt, a white blouse and a red scarf to accesorise. Her make up was subtle and refined and her hair was neatly done even if the hairstyle was nothing special to write home about. However, the way she had put a pistol in his face had told the pilot that she probably wasn't just any regular businesswoman escaping a collapsing company with a few insider tips.
"Yes, I am sure. Just keep this heading." Kaiya sounded confident and didn't even take her eyes of the sea below them. The weather was awful and visibility without radar about zero. Unfortunately for the pilot and for Kaiya, the only radar they had on board was the very same radar that had probably shipped with the Helicopter itself once upon a time in the late 70's. A radar that either showed nothing at all or registered every single rain drop around you and right now the radar screen was perfectly blank.
"Switch to Channel 9. Hail the ROME and tell them that Kaiya has a proposal for Owen Kennedy, The Baron." Kaiya said so suddenly that the pilot almost jumped in his seat from the sudden magnification of her voice through the in-vehicle comm. "Wha-" "Just do it. Now." Her tone of voice left no doubt about how serious she was. "ROME. ROME. This is Alpha Sierra Four Four Nine. Kaiya has a proposal for Owen 'The Baron' Kennedy. Repeat: Kaiya has a proposal for Owen 'The Baron' Kennedy." The pilot spoke the words with all the enthusiasm of a dead fish. In some ways it was an apt way to say it.
The old Mi-8 continued steadily forwards and Kaiya could feel how her jaws clenched while her hands played with a cheap ballpen. Her information had better be right and Owen better be in a good mood. If not, in the worst case scenario, she would only have a minute or two left to live. Still, for all the nervosity that ran through her body at the moment, she was not afraid. It was just business. Sometimes business went wrong...
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Post by darkrising025 on Feb 15, 2011 12:35:43 GMT -5
Frog checked his M14 as the helicopter began to reach it's destination. Most people would have a bad feeling in the pit of their stomach, but Frog wasn't one of those people. For god sakes his designation is Frog, they're are supposed to be amphibious. Frog picked up his binoculars and looked into it. Off in the distance he could see the Flotilla. He would be infiltrating via water, the chopper was to get him there. Frog reached into his bag and pulled out a small explosive device. He placed it under his seat, Frog had to make sure all loose ends are tied up. The pilot was a no named Mercenary, with no family. Frog liked his pilot's like that, easy to get rid of without feeling guilty. The Helicopter came to a stop and began hovering. "Here ya go sir. This is where you wanted to go correct?"
Frog stood up and walked to the edge of the Chopper. He opened the door and dived out the helicopter. Frog splashed into the water, the fish that were in the immediate vicinity scattered. Frog loved the underwater world, down here it's survival of the fittest, if your not a shark your dead. He would gladdy spend every waking moment of his life here. Frog was undercover as a member of the Neo Umbrella Corporation. Only two people knew the true reason for him being there. Hyptia and Fredrich Solklav, no one else did. [green]"Hyptia, this is Jason Franco. Switch to a encrypted channel. I have vital information pertaining to you."[/green] Frog said in a fake Russian accent. To other people he was Jason Franco a Russian.
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Post by soldier on Feb 15, 2011 23:32:54 GMT -5
The radio buzzd in his ear. A man name Jason Franco, he spoke in the worse accent ever. Please tell me this isn't a rookie missing his ride He gritted his teeth. "I'll back. These damn Boy scouts are bugging me." He left the room and stood outside and switch to an encrypted channel. "Son, I don't know who taught you how to pull a Russian accent off, but it didn't fool me. Second the chopper had already left The Arkley base, and you failed to give me this vital infomation. you have Ten seconds, soldier, because right now this board senates is about to start" He showed the Annoyance in his voice. The worse thing that This Jason guy could tell him is that he's near by or something.
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Post by NathanFrost on Feb 16, 2011 0:38:21 GMT -5
The steady thumping vibration of the Sikorsky UH-60 helicopter, commonly known as the BlackHawk helicopter, sent pleasent familiar vibrations through his body as he sat on one of the bench seats. Slouched down, hands folded over his stomach with his chin tucked into his chest, legs outstretched and ankles crossed he dozed easily. This was home, better then a glass of warm milk made by mama Frost. While lightly dozing his thoughts drifted over the last thirty six hours, and his journey thus far that had found him here heading towards a tanker.
Once leaving CIA headquarters after placing his resignation at the front desk, he took a ride in his vintage '55 Bel Air down the expressway to a well known and upper class storage facility. Reaching his own storage container and after bribing the security with a few hundred dollar bills, he had total privacy to open the container up. Inside rested more then enough firearms and other contraband he'd squirrelled away over the years. Discarding his suit, tie and dress shoes in favor for black combat fatigues with no visible markings and a pair of well used Altama Mil spec 3 layer jungle boots. Taking up one of his prepacked GO bags, he added his FNSCAR Mk .16, several spare magazines, and finally his personal favorite, an all blacked 1911 Springfield .45 with tactical thigh holster. Closing up the storage facility and leaving, he made the half hour journey to the airport where he was told transportation would be waiting.
So there you have it, he took the small jet awaiting him to the Florida keys and from there he caught a ride with this UH-60 which was currently flying out over the Atlantic towards his destination. He half hoped he'd be told to fast rope out of the bird, the thought brought a smile to his lips. Now there was a good time, fast roping out of a hovering bird in a storm? Perfect poetry right there. A brief crackle of static came over his headset before the pilot's voice filled his ears. "ETA three mikes pending authorization." Nodding, he sat up, pulling his ALICE pack out from under the bench and securing it to his back. A brief check to his combat webbing on the tac vest he wore to ensure everything was in place, he tightened the delta sling on his Mk .16 and prepared for the landing.
"ATC-01 this is Victor Bravo 7 Niner, requesting permission to land over." The pilots voice again, sounded pretty young too. Shaking his head and thinking back to the 'good ol days' when pilots were hard core c*cksuckers hell bent on pushing the limits to life. Now a days all you got were a bunch of young guns full of themselves and a little too hooah for their own good. Removing the headset and securing a black balcava over his head, he removed the 'gift' from Shiro, a pair of infra-red goggles with red lenses. Shaking his head and smiking he'd pull them on tight, activating them and place his kevlar pot over his head strapping it tight.
Once the pilots were given permission to land, he'd brace himself and hope to god his stomach wouldnt rebel as the bird suddenly lurched and dropped alititude. With a slightly jarring thud the bird settled down on the landing pad, so with a rude hand gesture to the pilot, he unstrapped and stepped out through the cargo doors and onto the tanker. Wind and rain whipped against him instantly, the bite of the Atlantic air taking him a little off guard. Moving out from under the still rotating rotor blades, he'd look around with interest as other men dressed similar to him were apparently cleaning house given all the bodies and spent ammunition. A disappointed feeling swept over him, and he grumbled pouting slightly he'd walk forward until someone stopped to ask him what the hell he was doing here.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Feb 16, 2011 1:05:25 GMT -5
"Airspace looks pretty full," a rough female voice of the co-pilot sizzled through their headsets.
Looking out the passenger window, Alessa had to agree; besides the armada of White Division choppers she counted another three active besides her own, one of them suspiciously distant. They themselves remained a healthy half kilometre away, give or take. A hail to cease approach had been forwarded to the civilian helicopter; compliance to the order followed suit from well taught aerial table manners. The Suisse girl had told the pilot to obey whatever directions were given to them and remain on best of terms. It would soon be discovered how missile happy the flotilla could be.
A flash raised attention to the mother ship; strobing muzzles along the starboard lit the behemoth tanker, darkening the executed in respect to the brief illumination. Alessa could make out the bodies dumped overboard, tossed into a black abyss, "Looks like we have found the right people," as she finished her observation another row of dead men walking filed out the nearest hatch like routine, lining up to depart their vessel.
Desensitizing as it were for her pale blue hue, Alessa looked away. It would not be the last time for her to witness death; no point rushing towards insanity on that count.
When they reached radio range the civilian chopper had sent out a request; most formerly that the broadcast had been picked up and that they wished to board for consideration of a business agreement. Word of UWD operating again spread, mostly from the slick mouth of some Neo-Umbrella Corporation sleuth who had his lips sewn up shortly after. Finding them proved troublesome, the co-pilot considered their discovery of the fleet lucky seeing as they mostly ran on trial by sight.
It was decided an arrangement might prove beneficial, albeit the chance of turning back slim. Alessa was daring like that. It only felt fair to her that a remnant of a past conglomerate super power would be reasonable to those wishing to assist; a prediction of them being a cutthroat society contradicted her intuition, naturally.
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Post by Le Dark Wolf on Feb 16, 2011 2:28:15 GMT -5
A thousand hearts, one heart beat. That can summarize what UMBSPEC represented with White Umbrella. They were seemingly faceless. But appearances were always, deceiving. Frost can attest to this. He could not however, attest to the fact that he stood out like a sore thumb. To what unit did he belong to? Who was his unit commander? What was his duty on this ship? If not for guard duty, was he supposed to march alongside the Dark Wolf? It was all irrelevant. The ‘former’ spook had a friend on board. A woman with dirty blonde hair wearing the same uniform as the rest of the ‘faceless’ goons appeared to the man’s side. “Mister Frost.” She begins. “I’m to accompany you to our Chief Executive Officer’s office. Please come this way.” <*> It was foolish to believe that one could escape the omnipotent eyes of modern technology. Especially true from one that wielded the decaying arms of a certain past conglomerate super power. The Division as stated was always one step above its foes or pests…. Rather they are external, internal… or even harmless. As soon as the additional N.U.C. craft had appeared on radar, they were immediately targeted. Its existence would have been snuffed out at beyond visual range. Fortunately they were deemed friendly, provided that this newcomer minded his manners of course. A Sikorsky Cypher II unmanned Ariel vehicle was deployed even before the operative had hit the water. At a safe distance through enhanced optics, the UAV kept watch. Finally, an NH90 medium sized, twin engine, multi-role military helicopter painted black had come about to pick the N.U.C. operative up. <*> He stepped into the former staffroom with a quiet grace. Soft foot steps echoed lightly against a transparent floor. A sudden silence descended upon the glass covered enclosed space. Beneath them sprawled uniform men and women laboring about the Combat Information Center. Jean ‘Shiro’ Xavier casually passed several of his old acquaintances, corporate rivals, and former enemies. A singular 40 ‘mike mike’ CS gas grenade was produced. The aging Dark Wolf came up to Owen and clasped his right hand, leaving the small explosive device in the Baron’s palm. He then leaned in and whispered with a hint of exquisite aftershave. “There is a reason for everything. You disappoint me. Don’t waste my resources again.” His white greatcoat had fluttered about as Xavier turned towards the ebony shaded roundtable. The Umbrella company logo accompanied by a sword and shield of the White Division was defiantly worn upon his left breast. Underneath that were two pins. One proclaimed a history of being with the 2nd Foreign Infantry Regiment, the other a simple national flag of a peculiar country. The coat itself was the last gift from a certain Sergei Vladimir. A man who’s name will be lost to history, his deeds forgotten by a combination of ill-luck and self-induced blunder. Yet the Dark Wolf will honor him, as he honored all that had served with UMBSPEC. He was Xavier’s mentor long ago, after all. Nevertheless, there was still the hint of a far more fashionable suit underneath… thanks to the knot of a Parme patterned St Germain tie from a certain Louis Vuitton sticking out. Yet his outfit for the most part was decisively military-like. It was mostly worn to appease the underlings. If one was going to be a new age warlord and walk the path of Julius Caesar, he better look the damn part. Shiro resolved to. He even brought alongside his old Nodachi. The large two-handed Japanese sword with a hand guard decorated by old Spencer’s ancient coat of arms carried a long history. One chapter was utterly dedicated to why Jean Xavier came to be known as ‘Shiro’. It was a chapter that will be revisited soon enough in the coming days. Finally having had arrived at the roundtable, the Dark Wolf begins to unsheathe his blade. With one singular swipe with the razor-sharp Nodachi, Xavier takes a chunk off the otherwise unmarred and expensive desk. Whereas the table was round before, it now had an edge, an ending; a unique seat amongst otherwise equals. The message was undeniable. Here in the realm of Umbrella, he was Lord. “Xavier returns, long live the White Division” had whispered ‘Diamond’. Her voice was cold and haunting. Beneath the transparent staffroom, where the information laid, a dozen salutes were raised. Right arm raised forward, palm faced down, fingers touched…. ….towards the newly re-crowned White Umbrella executive. “Welcome aboard the ROME, my humble home and polis, the last and final product of Lord Spencer.” Shiro took a seat at the edge of the table, with legs folded casually upon one of the many luxurious leather chairs, his blade remained rested to the side. “Let us get to the point. The pandemic has left the world in a state of chaos. There is much danger about, but also much opportunity. Umbrella White Division stands to profit from this. As many of our sister divisions and organizations wish to do so as well. But the White Division will take this one step further. White Umbrella will through subterfuge come to reign supreme. It is mutually beneficial for both history, and us.” Behind them, the White Division’s insignia begins to dissipate upon the large high-definition overhead display. Spade looks up to Xavier to provide a thumbs-up whilst operating the touch screen ‘Surface 3.0’ installed computer nearby. The Dark Wolf reprimands his lack of professionalism with the shake of his head. “To this, we offer a hand to our fellow company employees. Umbrella White Division will serve as the meeting ground for all factions of Spencer’s old company. We will provide financial and material support to our fellow… comrades… and we will extend a hand for all of you to join us.” He continued. ”This change of contracts, if you will, is aimed towards benefiting our own. United, once more, we will bring about a new era to this shattered world. Our predecessors might have created the virus, but only we can put an end to it.” Xavier stood up once more. “Divided, this senate of warriors is weak. United, we will overcome. What say you?”
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Post by soldier on Feb 16, 2011 6:22:28 GMT -5
There was a solft muffel of a female, from Hypatia could tell. He mout the words. “Xavier returns, long live the White Division” It looked like the meeting was starting. "Hypatia out" he told Jason before he could give him the information. He open the door and came back in again, standing in the same spot as before. A man was standingbefore them all, Lord Xavier...
"Welcome aboard the ROME, my humble home and polis, the last and final product of Lord Spencer," He took his seat with the rest of the people at the table. "Let us get to the point. The pandemic has left the world in a state of chaos. There is much danger about, but also much opportunity. Umbrella White Division stands to profit from this. As many of our sister divisions and organizations wish to do so as well. But the White Division will take this one step further. White Umbrella will through subterfuge come to reign supreme. It is mutually beneficial for both history, and us" The lights dim a bit as Hypatia notice the display, it paid him no interest at all. "To this, we offer a hand to our fellow company employees. Umbrella White Division will serve as the meeting ground for all factions of Spencer’s old company. We will provide financial and material support to our fellow… comrades… and we will extend a hand for all of you to join us.This change of contracts, if you will, is aimed towards benefiting our own. United, once more, we will bring about a new era to this shattered world. Our predecessors might have created the virus, but only we can put an end to it, " He stood up waiting for someone to speak out. "Divided, this senate of warriors is weak. United, we will overcome. What say you?"
"Code 752. Are you familiar With this code, Lord Xavier?" Hypatia asked him calmly. Everyone in the room staired at him, confused. He walked over to the table. "This code was active when UBCS was brought up to the company. It says that, if the use of the Emergance transmission was ever used for something pointless, then the board would have to take action for the one who activated the transmission. If this how meeting WAS in fact the reason for the transmission, then thank you, you oficerally wasted my time...However, if there was another reason, then i'd rather know after this meeting." He finished his question and stepped back. Everyone including Lord Xavier staired at the russian. "That's not to say the NUC had never back down a friendly offer, a dying company to a dying company. Partnership to Partnership." He assured Xavier with his unanswered question.
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Post by NathanFrost on Feb 16, 2011 13:37:21 GMT -5
Having taken no more then a half dozen strides before someone approached him, he was taken slightly by surprise when the woman with dirty blonde hair spoke to him, calling him 'mister'.
"Mister Frost," she begins, "I'm to accompany you to our Chief Executive Officers office. Please come this way."
Nodding to the woman and remaining quiet for now, he'd follow her along his eyes taking in details for later use, including an overt look over of this woman. What could he say, women in fatigues with weaponry just screamed sexy. Whatever his thoughts about all this though were kept to himself. If Shiro summoned him here, there was a reason, and if he was anything he was a professional. Passing through the tanker, he could pick up various noises and as they passed a pair of doors he could hear Shiro's voice.
"United we will overcome. What say you?"
From the sounds of things, it would seem Umbrella was on the rise again, in whatever new form it'd take, with Shiro apparently leading the way. The pair continued down the hallway with the voices from the staffroom becoming more distant and muffled. A part of him considered his own suspicions regarding this place and couldnt help but feel slightly disappointed. Was he here to pull security? If so, why all the monkey's in black? Pushing this thought from his mind, he considered the other portion of Shiro's message. The proof he was searching for. That could only point to Owens guilt in Jennifers death. Or... perhaps he'd been looking in the wrong place all along. Maybe Owen really was innocent.
He couldnt help it, the thought of Owen innocent of anything made him let out a slight snort of amusement, his lips twisting in a smile underneath his mask. Reaching a door of exotic wood, stained beautifully, the women he was following motions for him to enter. Standing still, he motioned for her to enter, taking a moment to show some gentleman like manners on the surface. Beneath the surface, it was more along the lines of, if there was anything set to take him out on the other side of the door, he'd rather she enter first so he could use her for a meat shield. What could he say, he was classy like that.
Entering into the office after the woman, he looked around at the expensive refinery feeling somewhat envious since his own office back at CIA headquarters was, by comparison, cheaply done. Prefering to stand rather then sit, he assumes an easy position of At Ease after removing his mask and tucking it into his left cargo pocket. Hands clasped behind his back, facing the desk he'd remain standing like this until Shiro makes his appearence.
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Post by darkrising025 on Feb 16, 2011 14:36:44 GMT -5
"Son, I don't know who taught you how to pull a Russian accent off, but it didn't fool me. Second the chopper had already left The Arkley base, and you failed to give me this vital infomation. you have Ten seconds, soldier, because right now this board senates is about to start" Frog knew that his Russian accent woudln't fool a true Russian. Frog swam to the surface, and pulled up his mask. Frog knew that Hyptia would understand the circumstances.
[green]"Ten seconds you say? Well I guess I can make that work. I presume we are on a encrypted channel, I am Jakob Mcmahon. My designation is Frog, Solkolav sent me here to back you up. My cover is Jason Franco, a Russian that was in the prison with you. I got two priorties, one is to assist you. The second is to gather information on the White Divison. Just make sure to keep a cover up."[/green] Jakob said in his normal voice. He then pulled his mask back down and swam toward the Flotilla. Frog reached the ladder and slowly climbed up. When he reached the top, two men stood there with weapons pointed at him.
"State your reasons to be here!" One ordered. Frog put both of his hands in the air to show a sign of non agression.
[green]"I am Jason Franco, I was sent here by the Neo Umbrella Corperation to assist Hyptia. Can you show me to Mr. Xavier?"[/green] Frog asked in his Russian accent. The Second man nodded and motioned for the other man to follow behind Frog. The one behind him pointed the rifle at his back while the other guided him to his destination. Three minutes later Frog arrived at the area. The man in the front came to a stop and opened the door. He motioned for Frog to follow him into the room.
"Lord Xavier, Hyptia has a vistor. He said that Fredrich Solkolav sent him."
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"We Will Never Die"
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Post by The Baron on Feb 16, 2011 23:50:24 GMT -5
OOC: Probably going to make this short and sweet due to the fact I'm tired and will be gone through Sunday snowboarding cuz I'm awesome like that.
Activities around the ship were beginning to pick up. Several more birds had landed/dropped off some folks, including one deemed a security risk. Normally it would be left to Kennedy to deal with the labeled risk, something he took delight in doing but this time he was assured Lord Xavier would take care of it.
He had covertly placed the CS gas grenade in the pocket of his jacket then commenced to not really pay attention to what spill Shiro was going on, the man tended to be long-winded on occasion and Kennedy found it hard to concentrate and deal with all the political bulls***.
Thankfully he was interrupted by one of the crew members who entered the meeting, drawing many dirty looks when he opened the door and requested Kennedy step outside with him.
"Sir, got two birds in the air waiting for clearance to land. One seeks an audience with Lord Xavier, the other is for you. Someone named Kaiya said she has a proposition if you wish to hear it."
Kaiya...Kaiya. Oh yes the Asian girl who worked for former UWD Executive Commander, Xander Darovich and his Soldner Industries firm. That was a name he hadn't heard in ages. The two had many a run in over the years, sometimes opening fire on one another, sometimes helping each other out. Oddly she always knew how to find him. The governments and agents of many countries were incapable of such a feat yet she always knew where to look. We'll go ahead and assume Darovich implanted him with a tracking device when he slept. It was the only thing that made sense.
"Alright," he began. "Check identification on all passengers for both birds then confiscate all weapons. Send whomever needs to see Lord Xavier to his office, tell Ms. Umeki to wait for me outside my quarters."
The crew member nodded and took his leave to carry out the orders he had been given. Owen turned the brass door knob and re-entered the plainly room full of fashionably dressed men (for the most part) and crossed his arms over his chest, leaned back against the wall, and continued to half-listen to Consul Xavier's speech to the Senate.
“Divided, this senate of warriors is weak. United, we will overcome. What say you?”[/b]
Applause, cheering, chants. It was as if they were in the ancient Roman Forum and Julius had just delivered a well-rehearsed speech to the Senate. Kennedy remained silent, watching Xavier from behind the sunglasses. It was as if he glowed with an aura of pure energy and excitement given the power by the masses. Then things died down, and the "Scout Master of Troop Six-Four-Six" made the mistake of opening his mouth.
"Code 752. Are you familiar With this code, Lord Xavier?"
The Baron's gaze was now fixated upon this one who dared to approach the table and continue to dig himself deeper. Most men would admire a bold action such as he was committing but Kennedy was not most men and admiration wasn't the word he'd use to describe what he thought of the Scout Master at that point.
"This code was active when UBCS was brought up to the company. It says that, if the use of the emergance transmission was ever used for something pointless, then the board would have to take action for the one who activated the transmission. If this how meeting WAS in fact the reason for the transmission, then thank you, you oficerally wasted my time...However, if there was another reason, then i'd rather know after this meeting."
"That's not to say the NUC had never back down a friendly offer, a dying company to a dying company. Partnership to Partnership."
With a deep breath, The Baron stepped forward, removing his sunglasses and tucking them into his breast pocket.
"I think I'll interject now." He began as he continued walking towards the Boy Scout until he was well within the man's comfort zone, too close for comfort (about two inches from his face) for anyone who had lived and abided by the customs of Western culture.
"First, the U.B.C.S. are nothing but a band of hired guns who have absolutely no say in corporate policy. They're nothing but the pawns in a game of chess that get sent in first to do the dirty work and die should that be required of them. Secondly, there is no such thing as an 'emergance' signal. Perhaps you were meaning 'emergency?' If your English is that terrible you have no place in a civilized environment such as this."
"Third. Lord Xavier wastes nobody's time and should you deem it necessary to try and humiliate him in front of his peers again I will personally put an end to your insignificant little life. You will not speak until spoken to and should consider it an honor that Lord Xavier even extended an invitation to this meeting to someone as uneducated as yourself. So in short let me just say nobody here cares what happens to you. I could slit you open right now and not a single person would so much as turn their heads. Show some respect for Lord Shiro and don't let me ever catch you in my sight again. Consider this your only 'officeral' warning."
Having made his point, including making fun of the Russian's poor pronunciation of the word "officially," Kennedy glared right into the man's eyes for a few moments to ensure his point had been well received before turning back around and heading to the door. He glanced back over his shoulder to Xavier and nodded, a silent understanding between the two men, before he departed the meeting and made haste for his personal quarters to meet with Miss Umeki.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Feb 17, 2011 1:31:34 GMT -5
"We've been given permission to land. Next vacant helipad on the largest of the fleet,"
Peeking into the cockpit of the chopper, "Take us in," Alessa spoke to the pilot, looking through the windshield at the dark cargo carriers and assorted boats. Wiping the sweat from her hands onto her charcoal black polyester pants, adrenalin filled nerves causing her to tremble. The Suisse girl had no idea what to expect from the foreboding metal whales floating beneath her feet. She remained glued to her seat until the helicopter skids finally scraped against the cement platform; a cascade of confidence washing over her.
Opening an umbrella before descending from the body of the whirlybird; it did little to protect her from the downpour, legs and feet soaked from the cold rain. Her composure was quickly threatened by the masked specters all waiting for the woman to emerge. Alessa swallowed, mouth feeling dry. Crimson circles floated on darkness, eyes piercing.
"Please relinquish all your weapons,"
No lies were made that they had arrived armed, Miss Grimm learned from made mistakes. However she could not call anybody stupid over such a request. Pulling her white, fur collar jacket back revealing more of her maroon coat and the shoulder holster concealed beneath. Alessa courteously nodded to the soldier to remove a saddled P229 before slipping her Tonfa baton from its sheath and handing it over as well. She returned to ease, insinuating in body language that it was all she contained.
"Follow me to Lord Xavier's office,"
She nodded and trailed behind the ebony soldier, holding a hand up to her co-pilot that they remain with the chopper. Once free from the platform four White Umbrella guards walked at either side of Alessa, escorting her, a feel of being an international diplomat building on her. The Umbrella was soon lost once under cover from the storm, consideration for it too being a weapon.
Guiding Alessa through the tanker. Large capital letters announcing ROME were stenciled onto the walls every 100 or so paces; a fitting name Alessa thought, if it were for the ship. The cleanliness of such a vessel was inspiring to say the least; fair order of operation existed, for a moment the Suisse girl cursed herself for underestimating how professional White Umbrella were.
The tour stopped outside a door, thankfully resembling nothing of what she imagined the ship's Brig would be. One of the soldiers opened the door.
"Wait inside. Lord Xavier will be with you in time,"
His voice wheezed through the filter of the gas mask. Alessa stepped across the threshold and the door closed behind her. Pursing her lips while looking back at the entrance briefly before analysing the room around her, adorned with refining qualities of the person who worked in the habitat. After a long debate with herself she finally sat in the chair opposite the controlling side of the desk, hands clasped patiently in her lap.
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Post by Gethsemani on Feb 17, 2011 4:05:44 GMT -5
The pilot sighed with relief as the answer finally came over the radio, after what seemed like hours of waiting. Short and to the point, they were cleared to land and through the rain squall the flotillas outline had begun appearing. The reports had been true, they usually were, but even if she had read about the flotilla and the estimates that the analysts at SI had done Kaiya had not been prepared to see it in real life. It was frightening to see that kind of firepower in the hands of what amounted to little more than power hungry, ambitious guns for hire. Albeit guns for hire with desires to become so much more.
"I'm taking us down on the aft landing pad of the ROME... Seems we are not alone." The pilot pointed out the window to another helicopter, one a bit more up to date then their own, that was also landing on the ROME. "So it would seem." Kaiya's response was as cryptic as her body language as she pushed the ballpen back into the case where she had found it, attached to the side of the seat before proceeding to unload her pistol. "I'll be in the back, preparing." She added as she pushed out of the co-pilot's seat and moved into the combined passenger/cargo-compartment. Apart from her bags, it was almost empty and Kaiya was quick to put the pistol and the magazine into the same bag as the other two weapons and the ammunition.
Once the helicopter touched down everything went on in a pace that seemed almost like fast forward. Kaiya gently swung the ladder out with her foot and took one step out before unfolding a black umbrella and keeping it over herself as she set foot on the ship and took two steps forward before being greeted by two men in black masks and black uniforms. "Relinquish your weapons. Now." It was an almost cordial question had it not been for the assault rifles the men carried. "They are in the bags in the helicopter. I'm Kaiya Umeki, the Baron should be expecting me by now." As she spoke, Kaiya showed them her passport as if she was somekind of federal agent. The pat down she had expected came as soon as they had checked her passport, but was nowhere as brutal as she had expected. "Follow me. Your pilot stays here for now." The guard wasn't asking nicely and as he and his buddy started escorting Kaiya away another two guards came to take their place by the helicopter.
The walk through the corridors was permeated by the usual uncomfortable silence that usually existed in these situations. The guards only did their job as they led Kaiya inside, where she unfolded the umbrella, and took her down what she reckoned was a maze of corridors and staircases. Perhaps it was only to confuse her and throw her sense of direction off in case she had some nefarious purposes or perhaps the ship really was this maze-like.
"Wait here, the Baron will arrive shortly." The guard had stopped in the middle of a corridor next to a common, non-descript bulkhead door. None of the guards made any sign of moving away and kept their relaxed vigil over Kaiya. Kaiya sighed, now that the adrenaline rush was slowly running off her. She was beginning to feel tired and the tension in her body had started to ease up. Kennedy at least remembered her and supposedly with some fondness. If not, she'd already been the victim of a SAM. Leaning the umbrella against the wall, she folded her arms and leaned against the opposite wall. Hurry up and wait, Schröder had loved telling her that.
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Post by soldier on Feb 17, 2011 5:17:45 GMT -5
As the man just terribly insulted him, he looked at Lord Xavier and that the guy who probably thought he was nothing. He looked at Lord Xavier one last time. "Sorry for making this meeting seem like little child's bickering, thousand pardons, sir, and for making my point go on a bit more." He looked at the guy, he seemed pretty fearless against Hypatia, that he liked. "Sorry to making feel happy of you're sarcasm, But you forgot one thing. several things. The New UBCS don't take that 'pawn' crap anymore. Yes, in 1998, we were used for nothing for collecting combatant data for the BOWs, so for those who survived Raccoon city, made something of themselves."
Hypatia tested his comfort zone, slowly, making his and standing the same two inches into his face. "Secondly, you msinterrupted Code 752. You really thought that it was a UBCS guideline? No...Its not. Any Umbrella armed force or Securicty team, had to follow that rule," Appearently Some guy came in notifying to Lord Xavier that Hypatia had a visitor. He ignored it. "Yes, my english is off, but if you were me, being stuck in a labor camp for two years, listen to guards and inmates speak spanish, would do that to a man. And how dear you try to threaten me with warning, I'm not your Child, I'm not you're tough bud who follows you around in a battlefield, and i'm most deffinately not one of you're BSAs on this ship. you think about sliting my throat, I'll make damn I'll take you with me." Hypatia walked to the door after he made his point clear. "Again, Sorry for troubling you again, Lord Xavier. Best for me to leave before I loose my temper then it had gottan me any further with people and their ignorance. I'll be expecting you to speak with me privetly, after this meeting, and a thousand pardons, once more. Good day" He bowed to Lord Xavier then left the room, following The man out. "Take me to Franco. NOW. while I'm still in a bad mood." He said.
That guy had no meaning to him. If he was calling him a Boy Scout, then he would probably would be pondering the meaning of BSA. The man's failed attempt to insult AND threaten his life didn't help matters either in a meeting, He had only made things worse and made everyone at that meeting look like fools. But in the end, It always played out the same say. One fool steps in. Another is bound to do the same And that usuallly causes problems these days. He let it slide with a smile and kept following the care taker to Frog.
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Post by Le Dark Wolf on Feb 17, 2011 18:24:52 GMT -5
“Of course Captain Prokourorov, I was there when Sergei put it into effect.”
Xavier smiled back at the man’s calm demeanour. It was bold to have challenged the White Division’s master in his own home. It was insolent. But he liked that.
“You speak of codes, the board, and your time wasted. Let me begin by saying that I apologizing for wasting your time by extending a hand of friendship. Second, I must ask? Where is the board of Umbrella? Dead, dying, exterminated, or just… gone? Finally, what of Code 752? Last time I checked, UMBSPEC felled under nobody else’s jurisdiction besides Spencer’s.”
A name hardly mentioned anymore in these times.
“The Division is mine to command.”
The Dark Wolf then took a quote from Louis XIV and modified it. ‘L'État, c'est mo’. Xavier was a learned man with a flair for history.
“I am the board.”
The official board meeting proceeded to end. Several waiters entered the staffroom with refreshments and snacks. There were several other people to meet with before Xavier’s plans could commence. He would leave the mission briefing to one of his devoted comrades. And so devoted they were! Xavier could not help but be amused by the Baron’s interjection. If this were not a staff-meeting of sorts, he was certain that his old friend Owen Kennedy would crucify Captain Prokourorov, alongside with his family and kids, if he had any, of course.
“It’s time for me to take my leave. My assistant, Staff Sergeant Dodson will be directing the phase of this meeting. If you are interesting in your contract with the White Division, please stay for processing. If however, you are not interested, I recommend that you take your immediate departure. A crate of supplies will be given to your represented organization, courtesy of the Division.”
The Lord of White Umbrella then exits gracefully, leaving the crowded staffroom to Dodson’s care.
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Post by darkrising025 on Feb 18, 2011 16:14:26 GMT -5
Frog saw Hypatia and knew that it was time to keep up his facade. [green]" Hypatia Comrade. How are you!? I haven't seen your ass, in three years"[/green] Frog said as he hugged him. Frog smiled and pulled back away from him. [green]"Comrade, let me speak to you in private we have a lot to catch up with.[/green] Frog quickly walked off make suring that Hypatia followed him. Once they entered a area where no one was he dropped the facade.
[green]"Okay, tell me about the major players here. I want the low down on anyone that isn't aprat of the Neo Umbrella."[/green]
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