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Editado por JayTea:
5/24/2016 2:25:39 AM
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[b]Council of War.
Mandalore City, New Terra, 0900 hours. [/b]
[i][b]The hall had been set. It consisted of one large, round table in the middle of a room, a ring of wood with a massive hole in the middle of it, that held a blue-glassed projector in the dead centre of the room. Each of the major alliances had been invited to the meeting; JT on behalf of the Republic's military, Admiral Jaeger for the Galactic Triumvirate; Commander Clarkson of Castle; Silver of the Alliance; Aaron Sawyer of the SHG; The Bastion; Umbrella, everyone got an invitation and a say in the matter. JT had called corporal Jason Myers of the Legion due to him having information, although if Castle's representative mentioned anything about his mistake, the Rangers that acted as guards in the room would be sure to detain him. [/b][/i]
[spoiler]Order of speaking:
JT
Silver
Veration
Shad
Phantom
Blackjack
Sleek
And Spooky & Ginger when requested.
Keep it civil, or else you'll be thrown out of the hall. [/spoiler]
English
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[i][b]After each man and woman that would represent the factions, JT stood from his chair and spoke. [/b][/i] "Ladies and gentlemen, I have called you all here to discuss a number of issues. Firstly, there is the topic of the Serpens to deal with."
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Because the Triumvirate was already occupied with the matter, and that Alexia Lancaster was supervising the matter personally, her second in command handled the representative business. "Ah, yes. As all of you present know, the Triumvirate is already into the firepit with the Serpens. So far, the war has gone in our favor. Diverting assets from present military associations aren't necessary, since your resources are already spread so thin across your system. What I'm saying is, don't cut your frontline forces in half for us. We're doing good as it is. We know who to call if we need support." Alexander Ashford was a wise man, in his fifties, co-founder of the corporation behind the capital merger.
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Editado por SilverPulse620: 5/25/2016 3:35:59 AM*Silver moves the files on his HUD out of the way and turns to face JT, giving him his full attention
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Jaeger leaned forward, clasping his hands over the table. The Federation had little to no information on Serpens, so this interested him particularly.
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[b][i]Jason slowly woke up and turned to face JT, flipping his messy black hair out of his eyes. He pushed his combat report, the info file, and the Serpens' PDA forward a bit, in case anyone wanted to examine them.[/i][/b]
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[b]Chairman Prescott puts his files down, and turns his full attention to the man standing, and takes off his reading glasses[/b]
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[spoiler]the blessings of anonymity.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Lol. [/spoiler]
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[i]Clarkson had arrived via Black Hawk transport, straight from his post at FOB Knight. The commander was not known for his formalities, and as such, was wearing his old combat hardsuit, from his days in Venom Incorporated. The armor had much the same appearance, yet it instead bore the British SAS patch, and the insignia of the Castle. All of his weapons were on his person, and he appeared more ready for waging war than appearing in a board meeting, but he wasn't one to take risks or appear to be a desk general. Sitting down in a chair, he pulled his hood down, and slid his helmet off, setting it on his left. The man beneath the helmet had an angular face, his hair a greying black. A neatly trimmed goatee adorned his face, his eyes a greyish hazel. He did not smile, rather, his face was calm, cool, and collected.[/i]
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[b]The Chairman Prescott nodded at you, then opened up his files and began silently mouthing some words to himself You catch one as "scan" "Modify" "Adapt"[/b]
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[i]He looked to the chairman, eying him and sizing him up. Force of habit.[/i]
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[b]You notice he was armed, but with only a single plasma pistol in a holster, but he looked like a soldier He stopped mouthing but continues to look over his files[/b]
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[i]Nothing he hadn't dealt with before. He turned his attention away from the Bastion man. Bloody sketchy, he thought. He waited for someone to start a constructive discussion.[/i]
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[b][i]Jason sat in his chair, a recovered Serpens PDA in front of him, accompanied by a formal combat report, and all of the recovered data from the PDA. He wore a formal suit, with a silenced M1911 concealed inside of the jacket.[/i][/b] [b][i]He read through a folder, nodding.[/i][/b]
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[i]Clarkson eyed him from his peripheral, immediately recognizing him as the man who killed the targets that Wilson was supposed to capture. He'd have a conversation with JT about that one soon enough. Typical soldier, more jumpy than the other men in the room, more comfortable with his gun than his three-piece suit.[/i]
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[b][i]Jason appeared quite calm however, merely compiling his research and data on the Serpens. His work had paid off thus far. He neatly put them back into a folder, checked to see that the PDA was still functioning, and then sat and waited for his turn to speak.[/i][/b]
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[b]The chairman of the Bastion command, Prescott, walks into the room and takes a seat, placing all of his gathered intelligence on his section of area, and he sat, awaiting the proceedings[/b]
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Editado por SilverPulse620: 5/24/2016 2:35:54 PM*Silver enters the room, takes a seat, then starts to look at the other delegates, surprisingly happy to finally be out of the action for a little while. In his hand are multiple files gathered by the Alliance on current enemy tactics and strengths
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[b][i]He saw Jason wearing a business suit, his messy black hair covering his eyes as he discreetly took a nap. In front of him there lay a recovered Serpens PDA, a combat report, and a file on all intel gathered.[/i][/b]
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*he turns to face Jason "Hello again."-Silver
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[b][i]Jason's eyes opened.[/i][/b] [i]"Silver, m'boy- How are you?"[/i] [b][i]He said in a funny voice.[/i][/b]
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"Pretty well. I've mostly been getting used to what my normal life is like again. How about you?"-Silver
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[b][i]You notice a scar on his lower lip, and slight bruising on his cheek.[/i][/b] [i]"I've been better."[/i]
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*he quickly looks at the wounds, then back at Jason "What happened to you? Fell from orbit again?"-Silver
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[b][i]He chuckled.[/i][/b] [i]"Heh, not quite. Got my ass kicked by a Serpens."[/i]
