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Fonder l'empire - Dennis Jameson - 05-29-2011
Gallia... a place filled with such arrogance and pride. A place which had the capacity to lay their Sirius-based counterparts low with but a gesture... A place which had long been a thorn firmly planted in the side of the Maltese Nation. But there is a solution to all problems, and this time the solution lies within the belly of the beast itself. With a series of "insignificant" grains of sand in the eye of his royal majesty and the fleet of degenerates which served him.
[Wide-band transmission commencing...]
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[Encryption protocols set to parameters Alpha-678-Obsidian...]
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[Targeted organizations: The 13th Outcast wing - The Legion of the Damned - The Orsini Family of the Unione Corse...]
![[Image: eyesoe.png]](http://img705.imageshack.us/img705/1296/eyesoe.png)
[From: Administrator Jameson]
[Re: An invitation.]
Greetings.
Your organizations' presence is requested at a conference, of a sort, which will contain other souls who has sacrificed much to carve out a little piece of Gallia to call their own, be it in dealings involving mercantile deemed illegal by the depraved king, or a small sanctuary somewhere where an individual such as yourself can frolic in his own personal liberties without having them snatched away.
Meet me on Malta, at one of our oldest mansions dating back to the founding of the nation, within three days if you're interested in hearing what I have to offer to your organization. You'll find the exact location encoded at the end of this message. You should have no trouble deciphering it if this message was meant for you.
Farewell for now.
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[Encryption protocols set to parameters Alpha-678-Obsidian...]
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[Targeted organizations: The 13th Outcast wing - The Legion of the Damned - The Orsini Family of the Unione Corse...]
[From: Administrator Jameson]
[Re: An invitation.]
Greetings.
Your organizations' presence is requested at a conference, of a sort, which will contain other souls who has sacrificed much to carve out a little piece of Gallia to call their own, be it in dealings involving mercantile deemed illegal by the depraved king, or a small sanctuary somewhere where an individual such as yourself can frolic in his own personal liberties without having them snatched away.
Meet me on Malta, at one of our oldest mansions dating back to the founding of the nation, within three days if you're interested in hearing what I have to offer to your organization. You'll find the exact location encoded at the end of this message. You should have no trouble deciphering it if this message was meant for you.
Farewell for now.
Fonder l'empire - sable - 05-29-2011
Malta... a place filled with rich barons and their cardamine slave farmers. A place of pride and tradition of a nation that has gone through both dark and prosperous times. A powerful nation, out of Gallia, and a powerful ally for the Legion, and all Brigands of Gallia. A moment of expansion from the crowded place that is Gallia, profitable in every way.....
Enzo du Sable had many thoughts when he was reading that message. But one of those stood out of all the others. It was going to be the Legion's first major success in Sirius, a place of many profligates and few victors. It was the first step to a prosperous future for an immense number of people, the Brigands of Gallia. And the Legion des Damnes would commence it.
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He sent a transmission to his Underlords, to set their courses for the Grande Guillotine. Nothing had to intervene, the process would have to go perfect. The only ship worthy to carry out the task ahead was the Guillotine itself, flasgship of the Legion, the one ship that escaped total destruction not much time ago, now brought back to serve the Legion.
A few hours later, Enzo was on the Guillotine's bridges, accompanied by his two underlords, the mysterious Christine Armand and the notorious Vulpe. "Set course to le Malta." The massive engines started, and the vessel slowly left the great nebula that shrouded Montbard, to Malta, capital of the Maltese nation....
Enzo du Sable had many thoughts when he was reading that message. But one of those stood out of all the others. It was going to be the Legion's first major success in Sirius, a place of many profligates and few victors. It was the first step to a prosperous future for an immense number of people, the Brigands of Gallia. And the Legion des Damnes would commence it.
He sent a transmission to his Underlords, to set their courses for the Grande Guillotine. Nothing had to intervene, the process would have to go perfect. The only ship worthy to carry out the task ahead was the Guillotine itself, flasgship of the Legion, the one ship that escaped total destruction not much time ago, now brought back to serve the Legion.
A few hours later, Enzo was on the Guillotine's bridges, accompanied by his two underlords, the mysterious Christine Armand and the notorious Vulpe. "Set course to le Malta." The massive engines started, and the vessel slowly left the great nebula that shrouded Montbard, to Malta, capital of the Maltese nation....
Fonder l'empire - r3vange - 05-30-2011
[color=#FFFFFF]Samantha was just finishing up her patrol when she heard the transmission. She then took her Sabre in the atmosphere and spent the next 2 and a half hours flying to the Maltese mountains. She landed in the gardens of the mansion due to the lack of a better landing pad. She then jumped into the cargo hold and quickly switched her flight suit for a formal attire which in turn made the task of getting off the nearly 7 meter high fighter almost impossible. Once she managed to get down she took a minute to look at the scenery. This part of the mountains hasn't been touched almost since the land fall.
Samantha walked through the main houses' gate the spacious corridors of a building that was 800 years old. A servant reached her
"Senor Jameson has informed me that the others are not yet here. Please follow me to the common hall where you might wait for them before you are called at the meeting"
Samantha just nodded and followed the servant to a lavishly decorated room. Sam poured a drink from the mini-bar and sat down , awaiting the arrival of the others invited
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Fonder l'empire - Implosion - 05-30-2011
[font=Agency FB]The sound of incoming messages woke up Joel.
He stood up,slowly approached the console and yawned.
After a few second he looked around and whispered:
[color=#FFFFFF]"Well well...guess it's time for a little trip,eh?"
After a brief moment Joel sent a voice memo to his daughter.
[color=#FFFFFF]Dear,get your dresses packed.We are going to meet our old pals down in the Omicrons.
Oh,and make sure you tell that drunk Enzo to be ready too.
He stood up,slowly approached the console and yawned.
After a few second he looked around and whispered:
[color=#FFFFFF]"Well well...guess it's time for a little trip,eh?"
After a brief moment Joel sent a voice memo to his daughter.
[color=#FFFFFF]Dear,get your dresses packed.We are going to meet our old pals down in the Omicrons.
Oh,and make sure you tell that drunk Enzo to be ready too.
Fonder l'empire - Turbo Chalgar - 05-31-2011
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Enzo was struggling to keep the drinks in his stomach when he heard Mia's PDA ringing in her
handbag which she left on the bar next to him and went off somewhere. In an act of extreme manners he
courteously peaked inside and saw there was an incoming message from Joel. Due to reasons unknown
even to himself he got his own PDA out of his pocket and dialled Joel...
[color=#FF0000] ****VIDEO FEED****
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Joel picked up half-asleep.
Yes...what is it?
The loud music coming from the other side of the feed made irritated him but not as much as the obviously
drunk Enzo smiling like a retard.
Boss! You rung m...well not me but you rung y'know tleepatic and stuff!
[color=#FFFFFF]Well you are to get my daughter and get ready we are to go to Omicron
Alpha...
Yeah yeah sure your daughter....yeah. In that moment Enzo finally managed to get a "visual" on Mia,
she was obviously have a good time with some lad at the center of the party...Yeah she's alright! She
went to the toi*hick*let! I kid you not! Yeah!
Whatever...just get here....SOBER! And look after her.
Yeah Yeah sure...
***FEED LOST***
Enzo then spent some time struggling with the extremely complicated menu on his PDA consisting of no
more than five shortcuts with clearly stated functions. After a heroic strive he managed to send a message
to the upper deck where the helm was to set a course for the Omicron Alpha system
Starshine! Give me one more Margarita!
Before the waitress could return Enzo has fallen asleep on the bar...
Meanwhile somewhere in Gallia...
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Enzo was struggling to keep the drinks in his stomach when he heard Mia's PDA ringing in her
handbag which she left on the bar next to him and went off somewhere. In an act of extreme manners he
courteously peaked inside and saw there was an incoming message from Joel. Due to reasons unknown
even to himself he got his own PDA out of his pocket and dialled Joel...
[color=#FF0000] ****VIDEO FEED****
Joel picked up half-asleep.
Yes...what is it?
The loud music coming from the other side of the feed made irritated him but not as much as the obviously
drunk Enzo smiling like a retard.
Boss! You rung m...well not me but you rung y'know tleepatic and stuff!
[color=#FFFFFF]Well you are to get my daughter and get ready we are to go to Omicron
Alpha...
Yeah yeah sure your daughter....yeah. In that moment Enzo finally managed to get a "visual" on Mia,
she was obviously have a good time with some lad at the center of the party...Yeah she's alright! She
went to the toi*hick*let! I kid you not! Yeah!
Whatever...just get here....SOBER! And look after her.
Yeah Yeah sure...
***FEED LOST***
Enzo then spent some time struggling with the extremely complicated menu on his PDA consisting of no
more than five shortcuts with clearly stated functions. After a heroic strive he managed to send a message
to the upper deck where the helm was to set a course for the Omicron Alpha system
Starshine! Give me one more Margarita!
Before the waitress could return Enzo has fallen asleep on the bar...
Fonder l'empire - SMI-Great.Fox - 05-31-2011
**As the great vessel finally began to pass through the minefield shrouding part of the Orkney system, Vulpe walks with a slow step on the bridge, keeping a keen eye out to the familiar hunting grounds of the system...A stiffled groan comes from him as the heavy ceremonial armour on him causes him some discomfort..With a deep growl, he tries to clean his mind from such burdens, turning around and seeing Underlord Christine Armand, shuffling again inside his armour**
Vulpe: I suppose you find thies funny?..I cannot stand being in thies suit for so long even ief iet ies for ceremonial purposes..Merde thies is almost too much even for moi..
Fonder l'empire - Dennis Jameson - 05-31-2011
The vast room which had been chosen to serve as a conference room was lavishly decorated in a style which would fit a king. The amount of credits which had gone into the restoration of this ancient place rivaled that of what a CEO of some vast, Liberty-based, corporation could hope to make in a year, but the Nation had more than enough credits to afford these digressions from the war being fought with the Empire.
Marble pillars which were laced with gold adorned the place, the walls were filled with paintings created by Maltese artisans, a long table stood at the center of the room and the rest of the room had several other places where guests could sit and enjoy their drinks while waiting for events to unfold.
At the very corner of the room, there was an equally adorned bar which was being tended by a servant wearing a dove-blue suit worn over a white shirt. His face was obscured by a white mask which all the servants were forced to wear during the meeting. He scanned the room over and over again, but since only one guest had arrived, namely Samantha, he continued his duties at the bar in silence.
Fonder l'empire - sable - 05-31-2011
And so, the Great Guillotine passed the Jumphole and entered the Omicron Alpha sector, heart of the Maltese nation. An aura of mystery shrouded the Guillotine as it moved towards Malta.
It was a symbol of power and pride of the Legion. A symbol to show Malta their new powerful ally. The Outcasts that were present were gazing at the massive vessel.
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Slowly, it moved into the orbit of the Maltese capital. "Put on les helmets. Or rebreathers. There is that air I told you about mes amis." A dozen of Legionnaires mde their way to the hangars and boarded their landing vessels.
The launch bays opened, and a dozen of Cuirassier Heavy Fighters left the massive vessel, heading to Malta. They entered the planet's atmosphere. "Put in les coordiantes for Monte Trelago and enter le stealth mode. We need to keep un low profile."
The Cuirassiers swiftly changed their course, and engaged their stealth devices. Virtually invisible, they were now flying towards the probably most secret mansion of Malta....
It was a symbol of power and pride of the Legion. A symbol to show Malta their new powerful ally. The Outcasts that were present were gazing at the massive vessel.
Slowly, it moved into the orbit of the Maltese capital. "Put on les helmets. Or rebreathers. There is that air I told you about mes amis." A dozen of Legionnaires mde their way to the hangars and boarded their landing vessels.
The launch bays opened, and a dozen of Cuirassier Heavy Fighters left the massive vessel, heading to Malta. They entered the planet's atmosphere. "Put in les coordiantes for Monte Trelago and enter le stealth mode. We need to keep un low profile."
The Cuirassiers swiftly changed their course, and engaged their stealth devices. Virtually invisible, they were now flying towards the probably most secret mansion of Malta....
Fonder l'empire - Catbert - 05-31-2011
Christine was worrying about this flight since the beginning. She had been on Malta before, but she didn't leave the ship without a suit with autonomous oxygen supply. And now they were going to the place which must be among the most secure places of Malta. Of course, Christine was worrying.
"I wonder how this meeting will go... I'm not sure if les Maltese will be glad to see us using rebreathers or wearing space suits. And if we don't... How much time does it take to make a person addicted to cardamine?"
Addiction. That's what concerned Christine. On the one hand, she was looking forward to meeting the Administrator, on the other hand, she was afraid. If the Brigands have to take off the rebreathers while being on Malta... What then? Would they become the puppets of the Outcasts?
[color=#FF6600]"C'est not as simple as it seems, Christine. Les Maltese are powerful allies. Yet they care about the spreading of their influence. Why else would they supply us with cardamine? C'est profitable for both parties, no doubt about that, but what happens once people get addicted? And I don't know any other Sirians who could supply us with cardamine, should the Outcasts stop doing that."
This meeting could be a great step on the road to improving the relations between the Outcasts and the Brigands. Yet it could also be Brigands' bane and peril. However, there was no more time for such thoughts, the time of action has come. Christine kept in formation with the rest of the Brigands, as their Cuirassiers were flying in Maltan skies.
Fonder l'empire - sable - 06-01-2011
"2 kilometres left, begin the landing procedure" The Cuirassiers were now lowering themselves to a mere hundred metres above the desert ground of Malta. "There, between these mountains"
The heavy fighters uncloaked, and headed towards a mountainous region. At the end of a steep cliff, there was a massive landing platform, deeply and well hidden. The vessels came to a stop and lowered themselves slowly onto that platform. In the meantime, various Outast guards were scanning them through small caves in the cliffs.
Finally, the 12 cuirassiers have landed. A handful of well-dressed servants, wearing white masks approached the ships. The Legionnaires, all in heavy ceremonial plate armor, some wearing imposing Legion helmets and masks, others, like Enzo just a very small rebreather, hardly visible, to be protected against the cardamine-filled air of Malta.
"Hola, you are being awaited Legionnaires. Follow us." They led the Legionnaires through a small passage through the mountains...
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At the end of that passage, a marvellous ancient Maltese mansion could be seen. A very rare sight on Malta, as only the richest of the Maltese could ever afford such a miracle of Maltese architecture. They proceeded into that direction, passing through the large and inspiring garden of the mansion.
Enzo turned to his Legionnaires. "Two will come with me. Christine and Vulpe. The rest, stay outside. Et, etez attentifs...." And so, the three Legionnaires proceeded to enter the mansion through it's front gate...
The heavy fighters uncloaked, and headed towards a mountainous region. At the end of a steep cliff, there was a massive landing platform, deeply and well hidden. The vessels came to a stop and lowered themselves slowly onto that platform. In the meantime, various Outast guards were scanning them through small caves in the cliffs.
Finally, the 12 cuirassiers have landed. A handful of well-dressed servants, wearing white masks approached the ships. The Legionnaires, all in heavy ceremonial plate armor, some wearing imposing Legion helmets and masks, others, like Enzo just a very small rebreather, hardly visible, to be protected against the cardamine-filled air of Malta.
"Hola, you are being awaited Legionnaires. Follow us." They led the Legionnaires through a small passage through the mountains...
At the end of that passage, a marvellous ancient Maltese mansion could be seen. A very rare sight on Malta, as only the richest of the Maltese could ever afford such a miracle of Maltese architecture. They proceeded into that direction, passing through the large and inspiring garden of the mansion.
Enzo turned to his Legionnaires. "Two will come with me. Christine and Vulpe. The rest, stay outside. Et, etez attentifs...." And so, the three Legionnaires proceeded to enter the mansion through it's front gate...