A question many would ask if they knew that affiliation, and one that is present now in your head, dear reader. To simply put it, I needed some action mixed with work, to keep my head clear from what transpired in my past, and the complete obscurity of being just another body next to something that was completely bright. The Reaver Merc. Co. at the time was a rising and shinning mercenary company that due to the very.. outstanding nature of its associates, obfuscated anything around them.
As for your witty resume of the capabilities of your company, many would venture to agree.
Your company is good only to one thing and one thing only.
Destruction. Murdering. A very focused niche of your business market.
But.
For what i could gather, your company owns the DSV-Armstrong in Coronado.
Said vessel working as a base needs personnel.
Security, Techs, Loaders, Deck Hands, etc.
There is also the matter that much of what happens within Sirius, go through your eyes and ears right there.
So, the target person of this contract would not be participating in your wig-contest inside closed doors,
but the target could very well be another nameless face in the middle of the 300 people now residing and working within the Armstrong.
As for the intelligence part, i believe that once the contract target is installed within the Armstrong, could very well arrange its needs of news and intel by itself.
There is also the matter of travel escorts. But for 300 millions i think your company can very well arrange that, can't it?
For "effing it up" as you clearly have put it.. I analyzed all the possibilities and security related issues.
There is little to no chance for the contract target to be discovered, while working with your company.
Except if you or one of your own decides to open their mouths and void the contract.
To simply put it again.
I am not looking for the best in terms of security, intelligence and escort.
I am looking for the best chance for someone to disappear in the background noise and not to be noticed for a while.
Couple that with the.. Reaver capability of out-shinning the surroundings in almost every situation, that makes people blind and oblivious to the random Joe that is sitting two tables away from you.
With that, your company as it is.. Is also the best to deal with the unexpected variables.
Something you are used to deal with, yes?
The unexpected.
If you agree to said terms, i will forward all the necessary files and we can then work all the last details.
With regards,
D.
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(10-03-2011, 08:57 PM)Dusty Lens Wrote: If the contract is void should it get duced up there'll be an upfront request of one third of the total funds. The second third at the end o' month one and the last of it at the end o' month three.
Given that we've established our lack of qualification for the task I feel it reasonable to reinforce the point by requesting your party put a reasonable measure of compensation on the line.
Oh, also, just to be clear. If your body should be discovered trying to muddle with our business your body will be discovered trying to breath in a vacuum. Or the after effects of the same. In short we'll be making murders. Maybe with guns. The method isn't really the point.
But otherwise. Sure. Why not. Don't say we weren't clear upfront.
(10-04-2011, 05:01 AM)Kaze Dagon Wrote:
*Looks at the camera with a slightly unamused look*
Very well. I have already contacted an old acquaintance of mine, a forger within Freeport 4.
I will be heading then to the Barrier Gate Station in Coronado, and from there, i will pickup a transport shuttle to the DSV-Armstrong.
The fake ID is for a Daniela Derringer.
Bretonian, twenty six year old.
I will be at your bar, so we can finish off the minute details.
With regards,
Kaze Dagon.
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(10-04-2011, 05:04 AM)Dusty Lens Wrote: Sounds good. But I wont be there and I don't generally make a habit of doing meet and greets with the help.
Next time I'm around the Armstrong, which might be a while, I'll find a moment to swing on by and see how you're getting on. If I remember procedure you'll be afforded an opportunity to sit down with our HR staff to discuss health plans, see to your lodging and receive your initial working orders and so on and so forth.
See you in the future.
And with that I started my career in the Reaver Merc. Co. As time went on, Silver became a prominent figure in the Company, not only by her proclivity in destroying targets, but as well her eerie need to kill. Like that woman was on a mission given by higher powers. Nevertheless, both Copper and Crimson retired themselves to a sunny destination with a hefty sum in their pockets and delivered the company into Silver's hands. And that was when I truly understood the intelligence of that woman. Behind the heavy Texas accent and lack of manners, Silver is probably one of the most intelligent and best judge of character that I have ever met. Not two weeks later of her rise to the position of owner, she already instituted some weird but albeit necessary protocols, and in the middle of that, managed to propel me to Security Chief, in which I took what little power it granted me and upgraded several procedures and the security teams. Always inquiring if I wanted to take a more serious role in the company, or as she usually said, take a color. Granted, I was somewhat scared at the time, for I had not flown in more than a year and it was evident I was getting restless. And 'once a color, always a color', Silver said many times. A colourful way to put that once you are a Reaver, you are a Reaver for life. After some persuasion and some new openings in the active roster, I took the handler code of Titanium.
"Yes, i d-" He started to say with a laugh, but suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He looked down and saw the tip of her blade, doused in black blood, sticking out.
Kaze had plunged her sword, up to down, in his back.
"There are no last words, Mr. Taiki. Only truths." She whispered once again at his ear.
Voices were heard in the background. The remaining security force already found out that something was wrong.
Shin felt a metallic, warm taste in his throat. His lungs were being filled with his own blood.
"And those were already spoken to you." She yanked the sword, and with a swift movement, cleaned the blade on the back of his jacket.
She started to walk away in direction of the corridor.
"Do squirm in pain as your liver bleeds out and you drown on your own blood." Kaze said as she started to run.
Shin fell down to the floor and felt the cold marble face first.
He twisted as he tried to breathe.
He squirmed as the pain in his abdomen increased.
Death unwanted.
His lungs were failing.
Black blood was coming from his ruptured liver.
"Is this it?" He thought.
Another sharp painful contraction from his abdomen came. He quickly squirmed and got into a fetal position.
The pain was increasing. It was there.
He couldn't think. Only the pain came to his head.
Shin coughed blood as tried to breathe.
The pain hit harder. He was loosing his mind.
The ground shook.
The sound of gunshots and shouts were heard in the background, but he couldn't even look.
Finally, another sharp contraction raged on his abdomen.
And suddenly, he felt nothing. Only the warm blood in his mouth and hands.
"Damn. I am not going to last long here." Kaze thought as she lined up a shot to the visible foot of a man behind the tight turn in the corridor.
She squeezed the trigger once more, and the man fell to the floor screaming in pain.
Kaze took the chance to throw a grenade in, and to hopefully take two or three men as the grenade exploded over the screaming man.
The blast shook the old building.
And Kaze let the empty smoking battery of her gun hit the floor as she reloaded.
She managed to get hit on her leg and arm already. But that's the perk of having bionics in her.
That arm and leg are not her own.
There is no pain.
Kaze smilled as she saw what remained of four half blown men near the entrance.
The two dead heads worked as a charm.
Two long fuse grenades in them and the stupidity of those men, as they disregard them as they were thrown into their midst, did the rest.
But she couldn't hold longer.
Another shot hit her in the arm.
This time, hard.
She hid behind the steel crate and tried to ascertain the damage. She couldn't lift her arm higher than her shoulder.
Kaze cursed the gods and as she raised again to keep the pressure over them, she saw one of the men heads exploding.
A torrent of shots hit the goons that were huddling behind the walls and columns. Their heads kept exploding, one by one.
As they turned to shoot at the new assailant, Kaze took the chance to gain more terrain and pressed forward, shooting at the now distracted security.
One minute later, the last man died with a gurgle as he tried to keep his entrails inside, as Kaze finished him off with her katana.
She looked at were her support came. The sound of steel tipped boots echoed through the corridor.
The feet walked over a man that spurted some blood, and the owner of the steel tipped boots fired a round in his head, finishing him off.
The flash of the shot, showed a bright red colored head.
Kaze relaxed visibly, as she recognized who that was.
"Ye sure like to do things the hard way, yeah?" Kalliste Silver said as she walked towards Kaze.
"You know me." Kaze replied dryly, sheathing her katana and holstering her gun.
"Now i do, Dagon. Quite the stunt ye pulled. You just forgot 'bout the exit strategy." Silver smirked as she holstered Nani. She opened a cigar case and offered one to Kaze, that promptly accepted.
They sat over the crate that was riddled with laser blasts and Silver lighted up her cigar.
"How did you found me?" Kaze asked before lighting up hers.
Silver inhaled the smoke and looked at Kaze's gun.
"That. Ye know that the batteries on that thing are emitting a small dose of radiation? With the right scanner, and since no one uses that ol'shooter for nothin', i could trace the isotope of it. Ye should think on changing the batteries it uses."
"Meh. Never saw that one coming." Kaze inhaled the smoke of the cigar.
"Huntin'. All that there's to it. And you're good." Silver looked at Kaze.
Kaze shrugged and looked at her right arm, trying to see if she could get it to move properly in the meantime.
"Say, Dagon. Aren't ye interested in a color?" Silver asked.
"Aren't you interest in knowing what Black was up to?" Kaze pointed at the lying body of Shin Taiki.
"He's dead. And it seems you took care of business." Silver replied, looking at the bodies around Shin.
"So, ye want it or you still want to be the Sec Chief?"
"I don't have a favorite color." Kaze inhaled the cigar once more.
"Neither do i, Dagon. Neither do i." Silver laughed.
Fifteen minutes later, a stolen hover car left the district and an explosion engulfed the old Cipriani building, destroying everything inside.
Shin Taiki, Black Reaver, was gone from Sirius.
Pale, professional and relentless, that was my motto as Titanium Reaver. Since I specifically avoided any and all contracts against Bretonians and Blood Dragons, I took my chances once again in Liberty. At first, aiding the lawful elements, and providing HUMINT, SPEROC and CAO services, a novelty to the company, and mostly sought by certain organizations. The rambunctious fame of the Reaver Merc. Co. associates surely helped in providing a very decent cover for the execution of these services. No one expects that a company of drunk, crazy and plain down weird killers for hire could actually play the cloak and dagger game.
Dark times loomed ahead as I became a wind in the wild. Not caring. Relentless. And destructive.
Silver once called me her nemesis. I never understood it until a year ago. While Silver was without a doubt a herald of Death without restrictions, I was the scythe that Death carried. A tool. Simple. Clean. And not really bothered of what is being cut or reaved, just that it is it's work. It's mission. And after a while in the Reaver Merc. Co., I truly believe I became just that. Darkness took hold. Cold, unwanted and uncaring. I neither had path or reason. I just was.
I know in my heart that it happened long before I joined the company. It happened when I murdered children, women, men to satisfy the psychotic greed of a man called Joseph DeFrance, and to satisfy which was most base in me. Survival. And that darkness came back tenfold. At the time, just after I finished the lease of Lisburn Rock to the Company, we were in a contract with the Liberty Government, which unfortunately (to Liberty as we well know) was cut by their end over a squabble of fines and duties.
It seems that our discussions thus far have gone fairly well. I'll summarize the notes from our meetings here:
Quote:1. Mollys grant the Reaver Mercenary Company usage/lease of Lisburn Rock station to include:
a) Private use docking bay
b) Private use bar
c) Private chute for body disposal with dual option instant incineration/vaporization.
d) Own security force and staff in the private access areas.
2. Reavers agree to the following:
a) Molly ownership and control of the station as a whole is not relinquished.
b) Mollys maintain docking access rights and control
c) Molly enemies will not be permitted use of the Reaver private access
d) While the lease remains in effect and for 60 days after termination of the lease the Reaver Mercenary Company, its contractors or subsidiaries will not hunt or shoot [M]- tagged Mollys.
3. Lease term is for 6 months, automatically renewing unless 30 day notice is given by either party.
4. Lease amount of 83,333,333.33 credits per month (500 million for the six month lease term) payable to specified numbered account.
I have an addendum of a freighter load of cigars delivered to Arranmore be added to the agreement per the request of one of the council members.
Let me know if there's any changes to the agreement that need to be made.
- Aine
Aine Moore
Governor
It was a.. tough negotiation, to say the least, in which we fulfilled every term. I was personally tasked to survey the whole Braunshweig system, at the time, home to the Rheinland Military. You can imagine how that went.
COMM ID:Fleet Admiral David Hale TARGET ID:Reaver Mercenary Company SUBJECT:Trespassing in restricted space ENCRYPTION:High PRIORITY:High
Hale here.
So... Strike two. I would be extremely interested in what exactly was going through your heads, ladies and gentlemen. Breaking into restricted space is something we take very seriously. I've been extremely patient with you thus far, and gone to lengths to ensure you stay registered on our boards, been regarded as a non hostile entity and so on.
Then I find you braking into Alaska for seemingly no good reason at all. Personal responsibility is one of your weak points, or so it seems. This is the second recorded incident where you have sucessfully managed to bring your further employment into question.
Don't attempt to come up with excuses for this. Trying to reason your way out of your own unreasonable behaviour would be less than worthwhile.
As a result you'll face the following penalty:
Jade Reaver, Silver Reaver, Firebrick Reaver and Amethyst Reaver are considered unwelcome within Liberty and will be removed from our borders.
25 million credits (25,000,000) will be paid from each of the four offenders into the Central Liberty Internal Treasury. (Made payable to Ferris.Dufresne who will handle the fine)
The Reaver Mercenary Company will be deregistered on the Liberty Bounty Board.
However, the Reaver Mercenary Company can be reinstated on the bounty board, and Jade, Silver, Firebrick and Amethyst can re-enter Liberty if the following conditions are met:
7 (seven) Rheinland Military primary fleet pilots or ships are downed or 14 (fourteen) secondary fleet Rheinland Military pilots or vessels are downed by the Reaver Mercenary Company, starting from this date.
A complete map detailing defenses of the Braunshweig system is provided to us by the reaver Mercenary Company.
Information and schematics regarding the newly commissioned Red Hessian Battleship are delivered to us.
A Latte coffee is provided to Commodore Christina Robinson.
Proof of payment, and proof of conditions met are to be posted on this channel.
Hale out.
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(02-13-2012, 08:23 PM)Titanium Wrote:
[color=#FFFFFF]*Nods*
Good evening, Mr. Hale.
*Lights up a cigar*
I got the intel you requested, plus, recovered some data from Silver's road trip through Alaska.
They are following in encrypted data packets, due to extra security measures.
The following data is slightly disturbing, due to it's content. If you do not know this already, then the Liberty Security Force is not doing it's job.
Some of them count as double as yourself stated in your terms. I think they got ahead of themselves and shot one or two.. Or three too many.
Now.
*The cigar is put down*
There is are three problems as you well imagine.
First, one hundred million credits is a high fine. Especially when those people being fined are the ones that do good work in your front lines. Drunk or not.
Second, intelligence on one of our contractors. That is bad for our health, just to plainly put it. We require guarantees and something that will make my manager say yes.
Third, i fail to see any improvements to your contract.
*Her eyes look around, in a pensative manner*
So i suggest a new approach is in order to solve these particular problems.
A private contract with the Reaver Merc. Co.
Better prices, you can cash the 100 million credits fine from there, and that will make Silver think twice when talking about intelligence on the Hessian Forward Gun.
COMM ID:Fleet Admiral David Hale TARGET ID:Reaver Mercenary Company. CC: C. Robinson. SUBJECT:Trespassing in restricted space ENCRYPTION:High PRIORITY:High
Evening.
Very funny, Miss Derringer. Aside from that, I've set up a channel for the three of us to discuss a little more effectively. We'll talk about the Hessian business first, I think.
On another note, I don't drink coffee anymore myself. Gave up smoking too, for that matter. However, a good Kusarian green tea would be wonderful.
Hale out.
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(02-14-2012, 12:51 AM)Titanium Wrote:
[color=#FFFFFF]*She nods*
Good evening, Mr. Hale.
*Lights up a cigar, obviously made in Crete*
I could drop by your office, but that would blow my current cover and i am out of green tea, it seems.
And yes. I am known for my funny bone. We bretonians are exquisite in that department.
And to actually bring the veritable cherry on top of the cake, alongside some powder sugar, they wanted the blueprints of the brand new hessian Ragnarok Forward Gun. Unfortunately, by then, Silver already had figured that Liberty were trying to arm wrestle that they were the Reaver Merc. Co. bosses, and were using excuses to default on the contract. And if there is something that a Color knew was..
1: Kane is God.
2: Don't be a douche, honor the contract, and make money.
3: You don't default on contracts.
4: That brown stuff in the toilet... Happens.
5: Once a color, always a color.
And so, she took steps and ordered me to facilitate the Hessian intel. In a most.. surprising and novel way. Why burn bridges when you can make them stronger, yes?
"The Red Hessian Battleship Forward Gun, known as 'Ragnarok'."
[font=Tahoma] *The cigar suddenly flares and a small puff of smoke is exhaled*
Now, as you can imagine, that means they already have eyes on the subject. Probably some footage of one of your battleships in action in the Omegas or Omicrons. Very likely due to the whole corsair/zoner situation that occurred.
*The cigar flares again*
What is needed here.. is some kind of failed development. Truthful, but a dead end.
I am certain you have that. No one figures out the right recipe at the first try. Then all it requires is some.. creative additions to make it more viable and feasible.
*The cigar flares again*
Then, comparing both the original and the fake one to fine tune it, and the Navy will loose years and money trying to develop a dead end.
Insuring that their noses are out of your business.
And happy with ours.
Message to: Silver Reaver, Reaver PMC
Comm ID: Major Gunther Hoerst, RHA Oberkommando
Location: Ronneburg, Omega-5 Encrypted comms initiated
Throw them this. This schematic is one of our older designs, it's quite implausible and well... this was long before we got our hands on that tech from Liberty and elsewhere. A few defecting engineers here, a few parts there and the schematic suddenly became workable. Of course, this isn't the fixed version. Our Bretonian "friends" saw the shape in all its glory already anyway, so here you are:
Silver waited for some measure of recognition from Liberty after all the work the Company did. But alas, my evaluation and analysis at the time were spot on. The Liberty Government did not care for allies or hired help. It cares for those that hurt it. And after a particular violent discussion between Hale and Silver in New York, well..
All bets were off. And further into the darkness I plunged.
Silver was or is quite the accomplished singer, have no doubts. Her pass time while in a fight, apart from a veritable barrage of verbiage designed to enrage even further her targets, was to hum a tune or sing. During my first sorties with her I thought it was also something she did to keep their targets in check, but I did learned in time that it was something she did unconsciously. A hook from her past latched on firmly in her present. But after her order to burn Liberty, she did it consciously. And in open channels. So that the people knew Death was coming to town. Limericks, quick tunes with witty lyrics or just plain murder, everything was game with her, and no bars were held. Thus, she used her best tool in her versus Liberty repertoire. Me. The one person that managed to even rile up the government during the Merc Wars. Not even three hours of being dropped by the Liberty Navy, Silver already had forwarded not one, but three different contracts to hit the Liberty lawful forces to all the colours. Logistics had been handled, ships transported, bays rented, local contracts terminated, techs crews moved. I even found myself looking at the empty bay we had in Houston, with my Nyx, alone and waiting to leave. Three hours, and that woman managed to shift our whole operation base and direction within a House, by herself. Just because Hale riled her up. And that became even more evident when she contacted me personally, unleashing me. By the winds, I was unleashed. There was no light in those days for me. No death, no action, nothing was too much. Because nothing was dear to me. So, I plunged in, without remorse or regard. And in less than three months, it became evident. Liberty had committed a mistake.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Between me and Silver, two contracts dried out in three months, with hefty promises of the establishment of new ones, that did not took a week to show up. Greed is a great motivator, but in those months, rage and wanton destruction was the motive. Silver, completely out of her mind (some would think that was the norm), accompanied me in sorties that shamed the professional lawful forces. With over 1.5 Billion SC claimed in three months, the response was proportional.
Fifty millions for our heads. We truly did reached the pinnacle of 'laying down the hurt' in Liberty. But it did not stopped Silver. No. When she was finally content in seeing the First Fleet scrambling with my presence, she turned the Company focus elsewhere, and allowed me to roam Liberty at will. The Omegas. Her prime hunting grounds were once again ripe for the taking, and it was a mess, just the way the Company liked it. Mollys, Corsairs, Zoners, Hessians, Communists, Rheinlanders, Bretonians.. Everyone was vying for control, with Omega-3 being the focal point of action or exceedingly near to it. And after some contracts and months of work, an opportunity without equal showed up. The control of Freeport One.
The administrator of that time was Genine San Savage, and her life was becoming unbearable in the last couple of years. From the Omega 3 War, to several Wilde incursions, Hessians and Corsairs always pressuring and vying for control in the system, and lately, the Bretonian Crown pressuring with the settling of Sprague. Back room deals were the norm, and the delicate balance of powers were not easy to maintain without personal cost. In order to start anew, and to finally give the Freeport One the space it deserved, San Savage decided to disappear. And who she had in mind for the task? Silver.
That in less than twenty four hours concocted a sick plan, in that sick mind of hers. Once again, the Freeport would be in the centre of yet another battle. But since the Omega 3 War, it's defences were considerably increased, namely a planetary shield, courtesy of its Communist neighbours. 'Free of charge' without a doubt. The stage was set, old colours were summoned, baits were planted, bodies were displayed, fleets were deployed, explosions were triggered and when the smoke settled, 167 persons died. Mostly due to my work within the Freeport. Setting charges and preparing the stage for the theatrics. Two of those bodies however were not the owners of the name they carried. Genine herself exited the station under the shadows and brilliant lights of the mortar blasts with me, in an Arrow. Steve Holloway exited with Silver and Sangria. Quite the fickle arrangement, and all under the stress of time and failure. But in the end, Genine received her chance on a new beginning.. And the Company received Freeport One.
Freeport 1 confirms the CNS report of the action outside of the station as well as inside. Key circuits in the shielding control systems were sabotaged causing a massive drop in shield energy of the entire triple layered system. Additionally, explosive charges were detonated in the same areas targeted by the capital ships in order to cause more damage. The perpetrators were found attempting to place additional charges and exchanged gunfire with security personnel. Four agents were killed and two severely wounded and three security personnel were killed in the exchange.
Backup systems have been activated and repairs are in progress. Those responsible for the incident will be found and punished. Freeport 1 has contacted the Reaver Mercenary Company to assist with the capture of those responsible.
We of Freeport 1 and the Confederation of Freeports are deeply saddened at the loss of life today. We are especially saddened at the loss of our administrator, Genine San Savage. Her tenacity and strength of will was a key component behind the stability of the FP1 during the last two years, and instrumental in the formation of the Confederation of Freeports. She will be dearly missed. In keeping with her wishes, her remains will be launched into the Neutron Star in Omega 41 at midnight SMT.
Freeport 1 names Sandra John-Kane as interim administrator.
John Raven
Director of Security
Freeport 1
Obviously, John-Kane was one of ours. After rebuilding the Freeport, a whole level disappeared from the blueprints and Reaver Merc. Co. security teams began running any and all security within the Freeport. Soon, issues that normally were a headache to your regular zoner administration were dealt.. in a most expedient manner. Uncompromised and efficient, they kept prying eyes from seeing too much within the station. Namely the Reaver Floor. Four capital class bays, big enough to fit almost all of the Company assets, alongside living quarters and repair docks. By then, the Company was in full bloom and running like clockwork. And was probably the most peaceful time that the Freeport enjoyed in the latest years. For the Reaver eyes looming on you was more than sufficient reason to give pause to a lot of organizations.
The Company achieved the pinnacle in Sirius. Every House and organization vied for the guaranteed capability of murder and destruction granted by the Reavers service. The control from the shadows of a Freeport, inside Bretonia. Liberty and Bretonia subjugated and in an ever sense of fear when a Reaver showed up. Gallia throwing their money and tech at our feet with every breath and lifes we took. They even made a statue to honor the Silver Reaver, an exceedingly fac-simile of her visage, towering in the middle of the Royal Gardens in New Paris, where she became a regular visitor. Hubris was at a high note. And considering that this started with a rag-tag mottled crew of drunks and murderers, which by any point of view still was, much was achieved in few years.
However, Silver changed when she saw herself at the top. The thrill of power got to her and held with a furious grip. She had lost her way, some would say. No more the ever relentless mercenary, hell bent in dispensing death, no matter the cost, no matter the difficulties. No more the shinning hand of fate to many and the exceptional problem solver to others. Her way was not Death anymore. It was to amass even more power, to consolidate the position that the Reaver Mercenary Company had. She wanted to not lurk in the shadows anymore. She wanted a throne. She became human through greed.
For greed is mankind great motivator.
As Silver moved fueled by greed, people around saw that she was after all human like themselves. And with humans, everyone can deal with. Several mistakes were made, like funding a base within the Kuryo cloud in Kepler, the capture and reconstruction of an old capital ship mired with ghosts and nightmares. And many more mistakes during the course of a year. Mistakes that costed her dearly. In the last time we are were actually together and alone, we almost killed each other over a dispute of the Company path. I ended up with a hole in my bionic arm while she ended with a blade through her thigh before we were interrupted. In the end, Silver decided what most would not be able to do. She relinquished ownership to Sangria while I kept acting as the colors leash and collar.
She went to find the meaning of her again. To find what she had lost. More-so, she told me she would travel to lose what she had gained. Her humanity. Months afterwards, Sangria, although a talented pilot on her own, was not leadership material and Silver appeared from the shadows to take reigns once again. Temporarily she said. And temporarily it was. The Company flourished in those short months and many singularities flocked to the Company banner. Cerulean was one of them and Silver, with her nose or sixth feeling, decided a new owner has been found. And to give way to the new leadership, she placed herself as far of the action to not outshine Cerulean. A solid decision, in hindsight. Cerulean proverbially took it like a duck to water, and for the months to come, the Company kept up with Sirius. However, not three months after Cerulean secured one of our highest contracts ever, Silver disappeared in the Omegas. Once again. But the Company thrived on for two years, albeit without the flair and capability of old, but persisted well without her presence.
Until Cerulean decided to pull the plug and liquidate all assets of the Company.
And that happened to me when Cerulean decided to close down the doors. Cleaned all contracts, closed all doors and liquidated all assets. A grand total of over 290 billion credits. In his view, it was a get out while we are on top and alive. Needless to say, it was a shock to many and not so much to a few. The tendency was there, rising slowly. New contracts did not appeared as frequently as they would, organizing exchanges of technology was getting harder by the month and new talent was scarce. In the end, I received a bonus of over fifteen billion credits that at the time saw as a mere number on a screen. Others received less, others more. Even the ones that were missing, like Silver or Sangria.
For me, it was the end of it all. I had no will and no path. For years, it was the secret of Alec Dagon. For years, it was arranging support for Bretonia and for years it was the Reavers and sheer survival. I wondered aimlessly for months, through Sirius. Either in transports, in a fighter, in shuttles. I saw the Omicrons, Sigmas, Omegas and the Houses. And at long last I found myself, in my original Reaver ship, a Sabre, looking at Planet New London. Home. And what was coming to it. Fire, death and destruction and all my life, all my sacrifices and all my pain amounted to nothing to defend it from the oncoming onslaught. Of course, a Reaver sitting on front of New London set all alarms on all channels. But I did not cared. I had nothing left for me. My family would be better off without a broken thing like me. Ashamed, destroyed and rebuilt. But still broken. Soon, I was surrounded by a taskforce from the York. I did not cared. I did not moved. I was scanned, communicated and finally picked up. I did not cared. I was incarcerated for life for my association with the Reaver Merc. Co., even although no crimes was attributed to my alias, Titanium.
I did not cared. I was silent. I was dead. I was nothing. For two years, I was in Newgate. Interrogated for months until they have given up and a speedy trial was done. Life sentence for my sins. The cruelest way to go. And I was waiting for Godot to decide me. Waiting forever for the death that was denied to me so many times. After all, there was nothing to claim any more.
Until his hands playing Scarlatti appeared. Until his hands unlocked my most precious possession. I do not know if it was if the time was ripe or if those two years in solitude and darkness did healed whatever bits could be healed in me. All I know is that he called upon what I loved the most. My memories. My family. My House. There was no more need for survival. No, I am done with survival. Survival is the instinct of animals and monsters. No longer the fear. No longer the doubt. No longer the hate.
I am full now, I am focused and I have decided.
Anyone and anything that proclaims to hurt my House, I will fight it until my last breath. Anything and anyone that attempts on my family, I will stop them until I am no more. Anyone and anything that intents on destroying what I love, I will assume their place. And if everyone and everything stands in my path to do so, I will rip them apart as I have been and let us see who survives.
My name is Kaze Nelson Reidman Dagon.
A testament that no matter how battered and broken a person can be, that person can always rise again. Like a phoenix from the ashes.