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[u][i]A Deal[/i][/u]
[u][b]Bram Sector, Hub-1.6.B, The Seat[/b][/u]
"I know you all must have question on why you were brought here. I intend to answer that now: the Concordat wishes to use you."
Armov was not one to beat around the bush, finding that honestly was always the best policy.
"As most of you have no doubt experience, the J'Jaro have grown emboldened, engaging in raids against the vessels and colonies established on the border of our and their space."
"Your own experience within K'Lan was one of a dozen that occurred this month. Hundreds have been taken to be sent to different laboring and production facilities, across their space."
He tapped on a tablet in front of him, bringing up a map displaying instances in space were the J'Jaro had attacked.
"The attack on K'Lan was conducted in hopes of crippling the shipyards of that sector, as it was a major income of resources. It was never expected any of the slaves their would be able to escape. But you all did."
"And in doing so, gained the attention of the Concordat. We've recovered the logs of the Drop-Ship you... commandeered, and to say the least, you are a diverse group."
He said, running known files of them across the screen for them to see.
"Mercenaries, deserters, smugglers, inter-dimensional travelers, thieves..... very diverse. However, being that many of these things are illegal under law of the Ministry of Doctrine, we'd have no choice but to remand you to the Curators..."
He gestured to Seven, who stood silent and motionless.
"That however, is not the case. We would instead, use you as a diversion."
He went to the tablet again, replacing the map with that of one showing a local area of space owned by the J'Jaro, dots peppering it.
"Each dot represents a vessel of the J'Jaro, red representing supply, blue representing a slaver."
"You all, will be given a retrofitted Calypso Frigate, placed within this area, and given free discretion as to your next course of actions."
He waited to see the reactions of those present, before continuing.
"We are, in layman's terms, sponsoring you to incite unrest and terror within the sector, given that your targets are affiliated with the J'Jaro or enemies of the Concordat, and that, on occasion, you will travel to a place of our choice and complete an objective."
"This is a choice however. Those of you who arrived by choice, will be free to leave. Those of you compelled to attend, or were brought with restraint, well, you will be tried and should it pan out a certain way, incarcerated."
He finished, as he clasped his hands together in what of reactions
[spoiler]Open to those who previously responded.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Forlorn Crow: 5/26/2017 1:14:22 AM"So in a theoretical sense we're slaves by our own choice or we can be locked up for an undisclosed amount of time. Sounds fun" He stood up with some difficulty from the restraints before he managed to break the cuffs around his wrists by pulling his arms apart, the high end piece of equipment was completely destroyed and soon the others were as well until he was able to move freely, he merely sighed with relief and stretched "However the question is what kind of rules and guidelines do we have to follow other than causing total chaos for your...enemies?"
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"Glad to know you think so highly of us." [i]Yates spat, annoyed that she'd been drafted into what amounted to a penal squadron whose lives were of no value to the Concordat.[/i] "I swear, Win, every time we leave to do something for the boss this is what happens... we end up in some shithole with holier-than-thou assholes who just want to use us." [i]She growled to her partner, who did not reply. Quentin did not sign or acknowledge her behavior or the man's words, though he heard them.[/i]
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"You can be angry. It is understandable. No one likes being used. But, you are gaining an amount of freedom and discretion available to the finite few."
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"Freedom for my dignity? Kiss my ass." [i]She retorted. Quentin quickly turned his head to see how the man would react to her usual behavior.[/i]
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"Your offer is noted, though I hope you will think better and take this one, instead." "However, if you do choose to decline, which is completely within your power, I will not take offense." "The Ministry of Doctrine, may, however."
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"So coming here and looking for one of our own is illegal? Come on now, we haven't touched your people, nor do we we want to. What we've been trying to do is find you bastards so we can get some help in finding this guy before something happens. He ain't right in the head." [i]She explained.[/i] "Nobody wants a big showdown, but I am not playing slave to find this guy. I woulda figured we were beyond slavery at this point." [i]Yates hissed, annoyed. They had one job, the directive having changed since they arrived, the principle the same. They had a Courier to find. So far, all they'd managed was to get taken in by local authorities, and Yates was pissed. Considering she was a sniper, she seemed to have almost no patience.[/i]
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He simply shrugged. "You are past it. Slavery is not what we want or need. We wild cards, those with agendas of their own." "Maybe your query is already out there?" "Maybe not."
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"Either way, I'm getting paid to find him, not do your bidding." [i]She said, crossing her arms. Quentin watched her and the man intently, though through his mask it was indiscernible.[/i]
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"Then feel free to depart. Go about your investigations. "Though you may have found it easier to do so with access to the resources of the Ministry of Doctrine, especially their ID database."
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"Doubt it would be any help. Our man's got people vying for him all over the place. Only reliable and recognizable thing is what he leaves in his wake: piles of mutilated bodies and shell casings." [i]She explained.[/i] "Now you wouldn't by chance have had any slaughters around here lately, have you?" [i]She asked, almost mocking the man before her. Quentin face-palmed.[/i]
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He remained stone-faced. "And what about you?" He said, looking towards Quentin and ignoring her remark. "Do you share companions opinion? I have not lied to anyone once in what I've said. We are using you, yes, to achieve our goals." "In doing so, you would also be granted near total discretion in your targets and queries."
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[i]He looked to the man before signing to him.[/i] [b]It is not her opinion that I disagree with, but rather her manners. We simply wish to find our target before he harms your people. We can give you a name, and we can assist you, so long as there is both monetary compensation and a search for information on this individual.[/b]
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"You two are not of the Concordat, correct? Extra-dimensional, or alternate timeframe." "There is no pay, as I said before, for this is a sponsorship. Resources will be provided, and you will be outside of our economic sphere, for the most part." "However, Seven..." He said gesturing towards the figure behind him. "May be willing to assist in locating this individual. If he is as dangerous as you have said, this is no doubt a matter for a Curator." Seven simply nodded, the first movement he had made since the meeting started.
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[i]Yates watched the group silently, tapping her foot impatiently.[/i] [b]Are we allowed to keep salvaged gear from these guys you want destabilized?[/b] "Quen! You can't be serious!" [i]Yates cried, turning on her heel at her companion.[/i] [b]What? Are you just mad because it's that time of the month? You know that they aren't going to give us anything for free. They're Feds.[/b] [i]He signed again.[/i] "Fine..." [i]She growled.[/i]
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"What the hell are we exactly? Some kind of suicide squad for the mighty government that wants to rule?" Magaly said from her corner of the room, sounding extremely irritated "I just want something to be in it for me! I mean, wipe my record, pay me. Something nice..."
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"Hardly. You are more of... an high risk tactic. It is our hope that your actions will help divide the attention of the J'Jaro and other enemy factions, softening their defense capabilities." "And what you get, as you said, is freedom and discretion in doing what you want. This is optional however. Though your record will prove.... unfortunate, should you choose to decline."
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Edited by Royal Blade: 5/21/2017 9:17:22 PM"So you'll come after me if I refuse. Great." Magaly sighed slightly "Alright, I want some information first. I want to know about a place, Angel City is the name. What can you tell me?"
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"Angel City....?" Armov looked as if he were pondering something. "I am not familiar with it, I'm afraid. Though that is not to say it is not contained within the archive."
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"I'm in. As long as I get to check the archives." Magaly said, crossing her arms over her chest
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"Maybe." "I don't have access, I'm afraid, to them. They remain within the Ministry of Doctrine's headquarters. Only the Curators or high-status ministers can open them." He said, looking back at Seven. "Perhaps he will allow you to."
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"Hey! You, weird guy!" Magaly said put loud to Seven, waving him over
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Seven didn't respond, staying where he was. "A Curator is the Doctrine's most disciplined agent." "He will be going along with you all, in a insurance based role. Other than that, he will not interfere with your actions."
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"Oh. Great. Just what I needed. A shadow...." Magaly said with a small sigh as she shook her head "Guess I'm helping you bastards out..."
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"Hmph." He sat back in his seat. "More so yourself. You are free to leave to prepare. Remember, one day, then report to the Frigate."
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"Will do." She said, with a nod as she made her way out