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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 18, 2008 16:12:24 GMT -5
The English countryside. It is a beauty to behold, at least it was. Now, it’s a war zone. In some places, it could be called a killing field. Either way, watch yourself when traversing here.
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Prussian
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Post by Prussian on Aug 2, 2010 21:37:56 GMT -5
[Kingdom of Whales - 25 Miles outside of Caernarfon.]
The sleek black TSTU helicopter touched down in the castle courtyard of Castle Caernarfon. Dr.Richtofen exited from it, changing his attire since the brief chaos at the Teutonic Castle in the forests of Poland. The men; Hicks, Ito & Sobczak also hurriedly made their way out. The passenger's compartment of the helicopter had been packed with weapons and cash upon exiting the castle in Poland.
Hicks and his men quickly made their way to the other TSTU personnel to swap stories, as they believed their last brief experience topped anything anyone else had to say. Dr.Richtofen calmly strode up to the doors of the castle, two TSTU men stood at either side and quickly blocked his passage.
"What are you here for?" one of the Guard here.
"To see Mr.Rivendare." Dr.Richtofen said casually.
The guards had either been informed previously of Dr.Richtofen's potential arrival or weren't payed enough to ask more, as they quickly let the Doctor inside the manor. Dr.Richtofen walked through the poorly lit castle, his footsteps echoing throughout the entire complex each time he took a step. It didn't take long for Nathanos to appear.
"Ah, Dr.Richtofen. A pleasure to see you again." Nathanos's voice rang out from some corridor, the Brit stepping out dressed in 18th Century attire.
"I do hope you don't find my attire a tad unnerving, I've developed a taste for it in recent times." Nathanos explained casually.
Although initially taken back Dr.Richtofen chuckled lightly, "Don't vorry, I'm sure you vould have found vhat I was vearing earlier to be odder."
"Interesting. Please Doctor, follow me to an area more appropriate for conversation." Nathanos insisted, directing Dr.Richtofen to follow him as he turned his back and began walking down the long, stone hallways of Castle Caernafron.
They walked for what seemed like five minutes, turning corners and going through more darkened hallways. The castle was darkened and bleak, cobwebs everywhere and hardly an electrical light to be found. Dr.Richtofen felt as if he'd been thrust in some Vampire movie. "Alvays in f**king Britain too." he said in a mental comment to himself. Finally they reached a dining room, Nathanos poured himself a glass of red wine and after a short inventory of Nathanos's collection a glass of white wine from Vienna for Dr.Richtofen. They took a seat opposite from each other on aged wooden chairs, Nathanos took a sip of his wine and then began to speak.
"So, is it safe to assume you have finished the various 'Projects' you had back in Poland?" Nathanos asked casually.
"No, actually. But vone, zee largest vone, got out. Und so I found myself here." Dr.Richtofen said.
"Unfortunate news. Yet let us move to the point, tell me Dr.Richtofen you are experienced in combat, correct?" Nathanos asked.
Dr.Richtofen laughed, "Aren't ve all in some vay? Vere all veterans in some respect, given zee past few years after all."
Nathanos smiled, "I suppose, but in combat with something other than the living dead or the other variants of Umbrella's various experiments."
"Against soldiers you mean, ya? I have fought zem, I vouldn't call myself Sergeant York but I sink I could handle myself." Dr.Richtofen said, anticipating the next comment.
"Good. You may need to use them. I can offer you full-time employment with pay, and access to Tricell's research facility below this castle-" Nathanos was cut-off in mid sentence.
"Zat's all very vonderful, Mr.Rivendare, but vhat exactly do you vant to me do?" Dr.Richtofen said.
"To the point, I rather like that. We'll be going to Moscow for a few days, I'll help start a few "fires" and then I'll need someone to stock that chaos in my absence." Nathanos said.
"I sink I could do that, of course zere is the question of pay und resources at my disposal." Dr.Richtofen said.
"All things you can discuss with the TSTU personnel. Until then we shall drink to success." Nathanos said, raising his glass.
"A razher general sing to toast to, but alvays good. Prost." Dr.Richtofen said as the two clanked each other's glasses together and took a sip.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Aug 2, 2010 23:47:38 GMT -5
"IFF sent," the co-pilot reported as if the Tricell logo on the side of the chopper hadn't been clear enough for anyone at ground level, "Take us down,"
Elita hung out the side of the chopper, one hand held her hair to the side stopping it from flapping about. The castle was indeed grand - for a whole ten seconds - the ghost didn't much care for medieval architecture, 'You see one castle, you've seen them all,' watching as the ground gradually grew closer, 'Why the hell did I have to be dropped in to this lousy corner of the world,'
Landing braced, Elita hopped off of the UH-60 peeling her jacket off and throwing it back onboard; her armor standing out quite well with the blue running lights firing up, an indication that she was ready even if she didn't seem it. Her M-27, originally flush with her stomach, was pushed behind herself to give the hint that she wasn't a threat.
They had followed another Tricell chopper in, this one of the Special Task Unit fame; both took off at the same time and went in their separate ways, 'Here we go,' Elita took two shy steps forwards, letting the guards approach her instead.
"State your business,"
Rather than speaking, Elita slipped out her company PDA and held the screen out at the two grunts. It lit up with video of a man, "Alex Westman, CEO of Tricell, Inc. Africa. I am requesting this Monitor unit to accompany Mr. Rivendare and his attachments. No option to deny is present. Terms are for company management," and the screen went black. Her job in a nutshell. It was great not having to talk sometimes.
Elita pocketed the PDA, a little smirk crawling forth as if to say, 'Yeah, I'm important,'
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Prussian
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Post by Prussian on Aug 6, 2010 19:32:39 GMT -5
The sound of Nathanos & Dr.Richtofen laughing in unison echoed through the hallways as a pair of nervous guards made their way through the halls of the palace in the center of Castle Caernafron.
The guards stopped at the entrance to the door and looked at each-other, silently drawing straws to see which one would open the door and share the news, Lord Rivendare was not a fan of interruptions.
"Well, open the door." one Guard hissed.
"f**k that." the other Guard responded.
They stood there several feet from the door, frozen. Each of them hoping Nathanos would simply step out soon. Indeed the British Noble had created quite the aura of mystery and terror, he'd never so much as struck a TSTU employee (since the original incident at his palace at least), but his mannerism, his tones, his slight threatening gestures and the general eerie atmosphere of his manor seemed to stack together in a way that disturbed even the most battle-hardened of TSTU personnels.
"You... don't think he really is, you know." one of the Guards whispered.
"What? Are you f**king daft?" the other Guard said.
"Well no... but I mean zombies, the living f**king dead, that was suppose to be children's story book bulls*** too." the one Guard replied.
"Might I inquire as to what your speaking of?" the voice of Nathanos rang out behind the guards, they both startled and whipped around.
"Oh--- sir, um, how'd you get there we thought you were--" one Guard stammered.
"I was, but your chattering caught my attention." Nathanos hissed.
"Oh-- um, sir, there appears to be an-- um, a 'monitor' unit from Tricell outside." the other Guard said.
"Hmmm... interesting." Nathanos said with a slight smile, "Entertain the good Doctor, will you?" he said, turning and making his way out of the castle.
[Meanwhile outside the castle]
In the courtyard outside a medieval barracks the sound of bagpipes entered the air. Several men out of uniform sat around various picnic tables consuming vast sums of alcohol. In the center of the revelry two men arm-wrestled on a small table. Though both out of uniform, one man wore a TSTU beret on his head, across him he arm wrestled with a bear of a man. After a small struggle the TSTU personnel seemed as if he would win, but the man across him, with a surge of strength threw the TSTU personal's arm down with such a force that the intoxicated TSTU personal fell from his chair.
After a loud series of cheers and laughs from the various men viewing the event the large man stood up and helped the TSTU personnel up. Two armed guards not in TSTU Uniform walked up to the winner of the arm-wrestle and said something in his ear. The man stood up, and with the two armed men behind him, approached Elita.
"I'm going to have to ask yew' to give me yer' weapons until we can confirm yer' TSTU identification." the large man said in a heavy Scottish accent. "An' don't show yer' little youtube video, I don't care what yew' say until the computer confirms you."
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Aug 6, 2010 21:16:18 GMT -5
Slowly closing her eyes, Elita breathed a haphazard sigh/grumble combination. They would need to be grateful she were at least open on a thin basis to culture. She felt her hand twitch; that would have ended up being the movement to plug in the MP3 player and kickstart some techno. Unfortunately that was brandished as an 'OH and S problem', meaning nothing of the sort were allowed, 'Yet here they drink themselves blind,' opening her eyes. Intruiged to find the winner of the arm wrestle approach her; if it was purely for intimidation purposes or he were the least weighed down by alchohol. Elita figured it were a bit of both. The burly Scotsman spoke, voice resonating, a fleeting moment passed where she imagined the right side of his face painted in blue; the word of the day being "Freedom". "I'm going to have to ask yew' to give me yer' weapons until we can confirm yer' TSTU identification. An' don't show yer' little youtube video, I don't care what yew' say until the computer confirms you." A smile; she was good at compliance; speaking for the first time as she handed over her M27 and Five-seveN, "It's not as if I need them," she held onto the combat blade figuring they didn't consider her so precarious that she had to hand that over too. Elita couldn't hold back to curse him in Spanish under her breath for wasting her time, though.
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Prussian
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Post by Prussian on Aug 7, 2010 18:40:44 GMT -5
"No es necesario ser insultante." a voice rang out in Spanish with a notable British accent, the men turned around to see Nathanos.
He'd had the good sense to slightly alter his apparel, now wearing a white collared shirt with no tie and dark suit pants, though the leather boots and a sheathed rapier that hung from his side did throw off the otherwise buisness casual theme.
<No need to be insulting.>
"Ah, Nathan. Just running security profile on our guest 'ere." the Scotsman said.
"As I would expect you to do, Pat. Find one of those tech grots around here and tell them to run her men's ID numbers. I'll entertain our guest for the time being." Nathanos said, patting the Scotsman on the back as he approached Elita.
Nathanos lifted his finger for a second, dwelling briefly on the correct way to speak, "Mis disculpas. Patrick es parte de mi protección de la seguridad privada. Estoy interesado en su propósito de estar aquí. Por favor, que me acompañe en mi casa solariega, para que podamos disfrutar de un ambiente más adecuado para la discusión." he said, a smooth, upper-class British accent still floating about his words despite the different language.
<My apologies. Patrick is part of my private security protection. I am interested in your purpose of being here. Please, accompany me within my manor so that we may find a atmosphere better suited to discussion.>
He gestured for Elita to follow and began to walk toward the front steps of the large manor on the south wall, stopping briefly next to the Scotsman.
"Oh, and Patrick, do remind them." Nathanos said.
"Right. LISTEN UP YAH NEW GITS! THE MANOR, 'AT BIG f**kING ONE WITH THE PAINTED GLASS, IS PRIVATE PROPERTY. TRICELL GITS AREN'T PERMITTED WITHOUT PERMISSION!" Patrick (the Scotsman) yelled loudly, startling one passerby.
Nathanos turned on a dime, speaking to Elita, "Your men can help themselves to any alcohol or tobacco rations for the time being, by the way." he said, whipping back around and continuing to walk to the manor.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Aug 8, 2010 0:18:58 GMT -5
More Spanish filled the air, not as fluent as the ghost would have prefered; Elita had to squint, looking up at the Scot, making sure her ears didn't trick her. His mouth didn't move, unless he was a professional ventriloquist; among that it was in the wrong accent, 'Oh,' it was who she had been sent for. A bit of an understatement in his retort, 'I find just about everything I look at insulting,' highlighting 'Patrick' as a large influence among other things. The two went on about standard operating procedure before Nathanos broke off to approach her. If she didn't regret mumbling in Spanish before, she sure as hell was now. Hoping an impression that the language was of preference hadn't been left over; decided to not reply. Neither were easier, Elita simply enjoyed English a little more. That, and anyone foreign speaking Spanish usually sounded like a cat being strangled. "Your men can help themselves to any alcohol or tobacco rations for the time being." "They aren't my men," Elita was quick to reply. She wasn't sure why they had jumped off the chopper either. Turning and signalling them to go enjoy themselves or do whatever the hell they wanted; it would simply land them on the ToS violation list. Elita waited until they were inside the castle interior before speaking again, "I'm here on behalf of Mr. Westman," she held her palm out, flat, facing towards the ceiling; the menial hologram slowly fading in with the CEO's signature among lists, encrypted seven billion ways. Either, word was taken, or it was uploaded off of her gauntlet for proper reference. It always ended up being annoying attempting to issue serious business in such dire and untrustworthy times. "I am independant from TSTU. My duty is to accompany Mr. Rivendare and observe operations, work ethic, employee psychology and report back to Mr. Westman where company moderation will be considered for revision," she had a habit of speaking in partial thirds when explaining duty.
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Prussian
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Post by Prussian on Aug 8, 2010 15:20:14 GMT -5
As if directly contesting the Celtic music styling in the courtyard outside, a more modern British tune echoed through the Manor at this point, seemingly as if by a band of specters, as no visible audio projector produced the song.
Nathanos smiled at her words, turning with a slight regal bow, "Then I am who you seek. Nathanos Rivendare, Earl of Caernafron, at your service." he then turned and continued walking.
"You will forgive the rather poor condition of my Spanish at the moment I hope. I've attempted to keep my linguistic abilities sharp, but Spanish has been neglected us as of late." he said while walking.
As they turned a corner and went through a small hallway, entering a large circular room. Bookshelves rising to the ceiling covered the walls at every point by the entrance, books of every size, color and language lined the wall. Several old, comfortable looking cushioned leather couches were arranged in the center. The room also included a desk with a moderately outdated computer, and a man with graying dark brown hair in a suit & lab-coat browsing the various books.
"Ah, Dr.Richtofen, it would appear you've found the library." Nathanos said upon seeing the man in the lab-coat.
"Zat I have. Quite zee extensive collection you have here, Herr Rivendare." Dr.Richtofen said, putting back whatever book he was browsing and turning around.
"This is the TST-- um, Tricell Paramilitary who'll be observing me." Rivendare explained.
"Wunderbar. Excuse me, Mam, do you have somevay of contacting Tricell Africa. I vas zee assistant to Doctor Tarasov in zee facility in north-vestern Poland. Somesing has gone, terribly vrong." Dr.Richtofen said, eying over Elita.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Aug 9, 2010 3:39:25 GMT -5
"On the contrary, sir," timing her interjection, "During my time in your company and conducting my inspection I'll be at your service, whether that be with security or any other division," she closed the hologram, "I will need my own moments alone for thorough inspection however, running on my own schedule both on and off site,"Nathanos had somehow managed to read her thoughts on language; Elita figured it was best to cut it out of the air while it was still fresh, "I appreciate the gallantry of my language, Mr. Rivendare, but in all honesty I rarely speak Spanish while operating outside of Costa Rica. My curriculum vitae states English as my first language anyway, and it's what I prefer," holding a hand up, "So no harm done," following into the library. Elita's nose was quickly filled with dust and starch, breathing in god knew how many different bacteria. Her vambraces picked up on this, diagnosing several adaptogenics to deal with the change of atmosphere. Looking up. Another man was in the room. Nathanos was quick to speak his name, no one particularly familiar to her. "This is the TST-- um, Tricell Paramilitary who'll be observing me." Coughing a cynical laugh, "Please, my designation is 'Monitor'. Calling us anything else is an insult. We like to think we're above the TSTU and Para-Sol," the least they could give her was an opportunity to brag, it was always nice to know or at least feel you were superior to someone. The Doctor, a German, spoke, requesting a link back to Africa if it were possible, "Of course," her posture eased, "One moment," opening her palm again, "Acalia,"{Booting...} the hologram popped back up, {Voice recognition, active}The ghost's body stiffened, her neck taut, "Florence," her voice resonated as she spoke from the diaphragm, soundwaves picked up as the thin line on the blue panel spiked. Contrary to popular belief, Tricell's voice recognition software for high end operations ended up being deadly accurate; you had to get it perfect. A pause, and then, {Logging you in, Elita} the computer generated voice spoke, {Task?}"Open a high bandwidth call to Africa," there was no response, at least not yet, while the information was processed, "You can request whoever you want to speak to," Elita explained to the Doctor, "It's noise selective, so there's no problem to speak at the other end of the room," she held her palm out, "If you think security has been compromised at the Poland facility then I'd suggest speaking to General Oliver. If no connection can be established then he would certainly send security units over immediately," a certain sympathy emerged from her.
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Prussian
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Post by Prussian on Aug 13, 2010 18:02:03 GMT -5
"Ah, sank you, Frau." Dr.Richtofen said, speaking loudly in Elita's direction, clearly not wholly certain as to how the system operated.
"Zis is Doctor Richtofen, under employment contract from Doctor Franz Himmel, Project Promethesus has escaped. All ozher personnel at zee facility vas killed, Doctor Tarasov released zee Specimen prematurely despite my suggestion." Dr.Richtofen said.
Nathanos spoke quietly in Elita's ear as to not speak into the audio device. "Forgive the nonprofessional comment, but am I the only one who has the slight urge to try to make our Teutonic friend here ask about the chicken?"
((Schindler's List reference))
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Aug 14, 2010 9:13:51 GMT -5
"You're on your own with that one, Sir," Elita replied to his request, genuine or not. It had gone over her head anyway; she had been close to not replying entirely. Particular variables made her speak up. Primarily that he was a superior.
A female voice crackled through the call, "Understood Doctor, uh, who would you like me to transfer this problem to?"
'Ngh, do I have to do everything,' pinching her nose; the stupidity of reception, "Transfer it to Oliver please, Lacey," Elita ordered as calm as possible. The girl at the other end hadn't replied, likely embarrased; especially after being pushed around by a Monitor. That sort of thing threatened the well being of your job. The colour of the call turned from blue to green, a sign that it had passed through to security, "General,"
"Lacey's already transfered me the intel," a rough American voice rumbled through the room, a slight Texan edge to it. Oliver's pitch rose as he adressed Richtofen, "This is indeed disturbing, Doctor. I was about to open a security protocol. We haven't formally heard from the Poland facility in a while. When exactly did this occur?"
Elita yawned, waiting for the part where she would be told to do something about the problem; the dreadful concept of bouncing between two locations on inspection and investigation roles crossing her mind.
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