"transmission started."
thank you booth for your help but retribution against the offending party was swift. ((like within the hour)) the items where retrieved. information on who ordered this heinous attack was gathered and we are discussing further action against them. now this matter is cleared and all who did assist us we thank you for your services.
"transmission terminated.
If I die bury me with a rocket luancher, and a shotgun. I am going to have some house cleaning to do.
I have heard a rumble about Days of Thunder and a high bounty being placed on his had. Would somebody kindly fill me in on what is going on? As far as I know mercenarys and (possibly) bounty hunters are now no longer welcome in Liberty until this matter is settled.
This has possible implications for ICO and I would like to know the full story and how we can help. Once again if anybody has any information on this issue then please let us know.
Damion Wolf "Havoc"
Loss Prevention Chief
Independent Co-Owners
<span style="color:#FF0000">RED TEAM LEADER</span>
<span style="font-family:Times New Roman">For us, overkill is not simply an excessive application of deadly force, it is an insurance policy. It is impossible to kill somebody "too much" but it is possible to kill somebody "not enough." Nobody, in wartime or in peace, has ever been shot in the back by a smoldering crater.</span>
Damion Wolf
Havoc / Mjolnir
Meeting Room - Primary Spaceport
Manhattan - New York System
Damion Wolf was not a small man by any means. Standing at six-foot and two-inches tall he was obviously a solidly built and proud man. He had a toned, wolfen look that mirrored the harsh, but handsome, features of his face that matched his name and made him look lighter than his full two-hundred and ten pounds. He carried himself with the pride and arrogance that only a Trueborn could have for ones self, balanced with the fact that he knew exactally what he was capable of. His right eye was dull yellow in color - obviously a prosthesis - and was at odds with his blue-gray left eye and there was a scar across the right side of his face. And, although he looked fearsome, he had a strength that was far out of praportion for anything a mere Human should be capable of achieving. That, too, was more than organic but somewhat less than artificial.
He sat at the head of a table that was large enough to fit ten people but there were only six chairs. And why not, he thought. Like any good Trueborn he thought that he alone was capable of running anything successfully, let alone keeping up a mere Private Security Firm. Why should he not be at the head of the table? And he also was the one to call the meeting. The fact that this meeting was one that had to be held was besides the point. The fact that he had called for it first meant the others had to join him at his terms, making him look that much more qualified to lead them all.
But all of that was natural posturing which was, regretably, inevitable considering the A-type personalities running around.
To his right sat a man who was just as tall and well built as Damion. He was younger and more reserved but carried himself with obvious... pride may not be too strong a word, but the feeling one got from this man was a sense of utter confidance.
"I still think LP should do another sweep. A more detailed sweep," the younger, raven-haired man said. He did not sound happy and his deep blue eyes scanned the room with a suspicious stare.
"This is a space port, Aiden Sune. No weapons, remember? And having LP all over the place would look suspicious."
"Whatever you say, Damion'buir." Aiden knew well enough that the "no weapons" rule was one that Damion himself did not observe. He also knew that Damion had his own gauss pistol (a heavy relic from another life with an even heavier recoil) tucked somewhere on his person. He knew this as surely as he knew the reasuring weight of his own Verpine carbine stashed safely inside his jacket.
Damion had rented out a meeting room at the main space port for Planet Manhattan. It had a good window view and was painfully exposed if anybody had a mind to hurt them. He also went through all the official channels to do it, which bothered Aiden immensly. He wanted to do the sensible thing and scan the room thorougly for bugs, but Damion was not worried about that.
In fact, he was counting on that. Aside from being in the busiest compound on the planet - as far as air traffic control was concerned - it was also very close to where the LSF parked their fighters when they were dirtside. If anybody wanted to listen in they need not be too clever about it this time; Damion wanted them to hear it.
Not, of course, that he could come out and say that openly. No, as far as his companions were concerned this room was secure and safe. And he trusted Aiden with his life.
They waited patiently for the other members to arrive. The Chief of Special Applications and the Trade Division Leader and the fourth owner of ICO were expected to attend, as well as a few other members, although he knew not all of them would come. And he could not have a meeting with himself. That would be weird.
So, until they arrived, he sat and waited.
Damion Wolf "Havoc"
Loss Prevention Chief
Independent Co-Owners
<span style="color:#FF0000">RED TEAM LEADER</span>
<span style="font-family:Times New Roman">For us, overkill is not simply an excessive application of deadly force, it is an insurance policy. It is impossible to kill somebody "too much" but it is possible to kill somebody "not enough." Nobody, in wartime or in peace, has ever been shot in the back by a smoldering crater.</span>
Scene:
Liberty system
Manhattion Orbit
Esionhorn spaceport
The meeting room door slid open to revel the brode chest of a gint man, draped in a starched black uniform, the man ducked under the door frame and somehow manged to effortlessly traverse into the room and find a chair to damions left. His uniform heald only two adornments, a twin headed aquiline eagil that marks a lifetime of service to the Imperiem of man. And on his right sholder was a patch of a fearsome wolfs head. That makes him as a member of the space wolves space marine leagion. The man with pale white skin stood 8 ft tall, had gray hair short croped hair with a long brade that fell over his sholder and stoped at his left breast, he had yellow irises, that unlike damions artificial eye where vary natural and darted around the room with a sense of battle werry paranoia, he had wolf like cinines that lookd more then decritive, and finaly his snout had segmented ridges that looked as if he was snarling consistently.
The man took in a deep sigh and spoke. You had better have a good reason for taking me from my rights of purification damion.and on second thought you had better have a second pistol in that cought of yours. Thay took my bolter at the door. Ofcorse I am surprised the three of them could lift it, but I still fill rather uncomfortable without a weapion. But my question still stands what in the warp has happiond that we need to assemble in public like this
If I die bury me with a rocket luancher, and a shotgun. I am going to have some house cleaning to do.
Damion Wolf
Havoc / Mjolnir
Meeting Room - Primary Spaceport
Manhattan - New York System
Damion noted the Space Marine's arrival with a thorougly repressed feeling of anxiety and the urge to kill. He did not like thinking of the man as being better than him but he also knew what Space Wolves were capable of. It gulled him but he was far too good to let it show.
"We are not in 'puplic,' Lord Wolf," he said, placating the large man by using the not-quite-decorative title. Where he came from the eight-foot visage of hate was reverred as a servent of God himself, where as Damion was merely better than eveybody else.
"This place is safe," he continued. Checking his chronometer he surpressed a sigh then tapped his finger on the table twice. Aiden nodded then rose to his feet to make sure the door was closed and locked then he returned to his seet. Damion was careful not to comment on the young man's kama which hung from his belt. It looked almost like a reverse apron from the waist down but few people dared call it a skirt. Fewer still repeated such a mistake.
After a nod from the leader of Loss Prevention Aiden cleared his throat. "It looks like nobody else is coming. Ah well. This meeting is being held about the SA's stance concerning ICO and Liquid's recent transmission to our headquarters. I believe you spoke briefly to officer Liquid but I will summise for us all... All three of us."
Nobody would miss the irony in that comment. Two of the four Co-Owners were absent and considered as being on exteneded leave. It was unclear if they were coming back or not.
"The SA is nervous about ICO operating in Liberty and even moreso about us playing 'police officer.' Many people have come to Liquid with concerns about both our methods and our actions as 'self-proclaimed deputies.' Of course that is not an official statement but it is one we managed to puck up through less secure lines. I think the SA feels we have no right to protect Liberty.
"Also, we have been 'suggested' to patrol the boarder regions connecting Liberty to the other Great Houses until we are needed. A course of action on this will have to be agreed upon.
"There is the matter of contract, as well. This is being disgussed by the LSF commanders but is not considered a matter of great importance at the moment. The lines must be made clear but for the time being we can agree that our contract is with the LSF alone.
"And finally we need to come to an agreement on what we are as an organization and what services we offer. As you both know, ICO was started as a convoy-security agensy but has moved more and more toward private security in the recent months. We need to get a fix on what we do and what we will and will not tolerate."
Aiden finished and took a breath, leaning against the chair. After a moment he added, "Lord Wolf, your thoughts? By the way, what of the crew of Logistics and the fate of that vegabond who attacked us?"
Damion Wolf "Havoc"
Loss Prevention Chief
Independent Co-Owners
<span style="color:#FF0000">RED TEAM LEADER</span>
<span style="font-family:Times New Roman">For us, overkill is not simply an excessive application of deadly force, it is an insurance policy. It is impossible to kill somebody "too much" but it is possible to kill somebody "not enough." Nobody, in wartime or in peace, has ever been shot in the back by a smoldering crater.</span>
“Unforthently in the assault on the supply barge its main impulse drive was irreparably damaged and it began a rather ungraceful decent into Manhattan atmosphere. Causing 40 deaths and 5 million in property damage. Per standard protocol the crew ditched the craft and purged the bays. The cargo was then stolen by the mercenary that attacked the barge. My forces where quick to respond and we tracked the cargo to Rochester base where it was transferred to a smugglers vessel. The cargo vessel was tailed to texes, while the mercenary’s vessel was reduced to ash by are cannons. The smugglers vessel was tracked to a RV point where it met with a vessel under the ownership of the hellfire legion. Are strike teams engaged the smuggler vessel and boarded her. The HF vessel escaped. The majority of the items where recovered. The crew of the vessel was executed, their bodies crucified in odd positions with sharp objects and their heads placed in the cargo hold of the vessel stacked in a neat little pyramid the vessel was then sent back to Rochester.. The mercs head was separated from his body and sent back to the hellfire legion in a nice blue box with a pink bowtie on top of it. As per are SOP, why do you ask?”
“What troubles me is the information we extracted from the merc. He stated he was contracted specifically by the hellfire legion to assault are barge and steal are equipment. Also bounties are placed on all are heads by the hellfire legion. In my opinion this is a form of retaliation for completely wiping out the liberty rouges at the battle of Huston and at the battle west point last month. It could also be preparations to soften us up for a major offensive by this so called resistance. “
“As for the southern alliance I don’t see a reason why they shouldn’t fear us. We have a navel force that at least matches theirs. For a independent secuty company we have a military arm that is as powerful as a house navy but as their is no call for them are battleships remain in dry-dock until liberty enters war. Never the less the Bahamut and the mojilner have caused extensive damage to pirate forces and have on countless occasions provided disparate need of force for battered LSF operatives. I say if the SA fears that we are doing their job then it speaks volumes of the quality of their service to the citizens of liberty. In the short time we have been operational we have stopped numeras pirate and terrest assaults cold, Sometimes alone. We have enhanced the liberty patrol radius, and we allow the SA and LSF to concentrate their efforts on NY and the corsairs, while we deal with the rabble that try’s to take advantage of the situation that the SA and LSF are handling.”
“Pride is a good thing to have but I have seen it cause the defeat of many an army. Do we have the ability to pose as a substantial threat to any house nation? Yes. Will we ever betray them no. what bothers me is that if they continue down the path that they are on they may force the vary actions that they fear. In the end though with the SA causing trouble for us it is time we consider alternative work. As stated before we are not mercenaries. We are a privet security company that defends stuff for stuff. But given that the houses are not interested in are services. And traders are too cheep to pay for escort, we may need to rethink are mercenary stance. Now I am in agreement with the rest of you hear. We will not tolerate are name being associated with piracy and smuggling. But I am perfectly willing to fight alongside unlawfuls if it means the death of other unlawfuls. Given are standing with the order and the corsairs. We may want to contact the outcasts about joining in their fight against are already established foeS.”
“We obviously can’t count on the SA or any other law representative to be behind us. And we need to find allies soon or the corsairs and there allies will devourer us. This is merely a possible avenue.
But other standings of ico are still the same as before. We will deal with smugglers as local law defense and all whitniced acts of piracy while be dealt with by deadly force. However we should not shut out potential allies just by there unsavory backgrounds. Might I also recommend to hell with the SA and we continue to deal with liberty as we always have. After all if their established methods worked then their would be no need for ICO to exist.”
“As for patrolling the borders this is a blatant insult. Tacitly it is sound but given the….”
Beowulf struggled to find the words.
“Energetic, nature of are solders this would do more harm then good. Besides think of the poor lane hackers. After all who wants to look out their window in the morning and see 3 battleships 2 cursers, 3 destroyers 5 gunboats and a small legion of fighters and bombers. waiting for him to go to come out and go to work.”
If I die bury me with a rocket luancher, and a shotgun. I am going to have some house cleaning to do.
Damion Wolf
Havoc / Mjolnir
Meeting Room - Primary Spaceport
Manhattan - New York System
Damion rubbed at his right temple with his fingers as if he were suffering from a headache. "That is not an accurate TO&E. And do not sympathyse with scum. They chose their own exile and, in doing so, sealed their own fate. They are surats and will die as such; without honor and with a legacy of failure. nothing more."
Needless to say, Damion was not one to think hgihly of pirates.
"Besides, the Order and Corsair forces far outmatch the Rogues, Hackers and Outcasts. The Order is not so bad but they are too close to the Corsairs to be useful. There can be no consideration of siding with them at all."
Aiden chose not to comment but he knew that Damion had made his decision on the matter. He chose then to interrupt. "If Liberty will not take us in then there are other ways to take the 'high road.' I hear there is a power vaccuum in the Guild..."
The room was silent in the aftermath of that subtle suggestion where each party thought about the implications. It certaintly would simplify a great many things.
Damion broke the silense. "For the time being we work for the LSF. Until we get an official contract drafted we fallow their orders, quinaff?" He left that question open then pushed on to another subject.
"About the Southern Alliance, keep that to yourself. Honor is something that has to be taken into consideration here." And that was true. All three of the men came from backgrounds that put honor before personal safety. They all understood it.
"Furthermore," Aiden interjected, "I would advise against provoking the SA or flauntingn our 'military might.' Liberty may be our home but they are the lawful protectors here. As long as we are trying to stay in their good graces we might as well put forth a credible effort. That means bite your tongue when you know you are about to say something... rash."
Damion picked up after that. "As for the Hellfire Legion, they are of no concern. Let them do their worst. We will face them on their own terms or on our own terms and we will beat them. From what I can tell so far these savashri aer all talk and big trade ships. The only way they can get anything done is by putting bountys on our heads." He grinned. There was no humor to it. "And I rather like the idea of having our enemies come to us. Saves me the trouble of tracking them down."
Aiden returned the grin and nodded absently then sobered up. Turning to the massive Space Wolf he says, "What you said about crucifying the crew of the ship who attacked Logistics - how much of that was bullshift?" He suggested all of it but he knew "classified" when he saw it.
"As far as SA is concerned, you leave them to me. We need the Admiralty on our side for this to work and I fear your acidic tongue will be severly counter-productive in that area. And, of course, Damion'buir would be about as likely as you to start a fight, or at least drive a space ship into the poor man's office."
Damion beemed with pride at that statement. It wouldn't be the first time he had pulled a stunt like that in his abnormally long life.
Damion Wolf "Havoc"
Loss Prevention Chief
Independent Co-Owners
<span style="color:#FF0000">RED TEAM LEADER</span>
<span style="font-family:Times New Roman">For us, overkill is not simply an excessive application of deadly force, it is an insurance policy. It is impossible to kill somebody "too much" but it is possible to kill somebody "not enough." Nobody, in wartime or in peace, has ever been shot in the back by a smoldering crater.</span>
Beowulf Draconis
Fenrir/Bahamut
Meeting Room - Primary Spaceport
Manhattan - New York System
The wolf turned his yellow eyed gaze to the young prodigy of damions legacy. I assure you I have little reason to boast. It is standard particle for those who are beneath human. It sends a clear message on are standing with them. However with todays medical technology the way it is id imagine we might see some of them running about again.
The wolf lord looked tired for a moment, and for a brief instance he let the wariness of over a thousand years of consistent combat creep onto his face. He stared at the table counter for a moment while he collected his thoughts. Damion you loyalty to this nation is admirable but I think you might have a change of opinion when the people you are trying to protect start shooting you. Also it is only a mater of time before the media and the lesser police institutions start to demonize are actions as vegealantsisium. We are running out of allies. And personally I dont want to be caught between two factions that are trying to shoot us.
The wolf snapped back to his previous visage of authority. Besides I never sead ally with the corsairs and their lot. Last I heard they where trying to execute us, it may have to do with how king humiliated their elder. But who know thad take it so personally. The wolf lord paused to take a sip of tea from a cup that seamed to appear out of no ware. Now on the subject of the SA yes ill leave them to you Adain. If I had it my way id put a inferno round through the whole lot of them. It might be best if you handle it from hear.
If I die bury me with a rocket luancher, and a shotgun. I am going to have some house cleaning to do.
I was assisting in the training of one of our new members in Omega 15 when we came across a wreched but still very much alive Corsair vessel. We finished it off without incident and even managed to recover two Corsair turrets from its broken hull.
After that, however, I was attacked repeatedly by unlawful members and was forced to the ship yards. It was annoying.
Damion Wolf "Havoc"
Loss Prevention Chief
Independent Co-Owners
<span style="color:#FF0000">RED TEAM LEADER</span>
<span style="font-family:Times New Roman">For us, overkill is not simply an excessive application of deadly force, it is an insurance policy. It is impossible to kill somebody "too much" but it is possible to kill somebody "not enough." Nobody, in wartime or in peace, has ever been shot in the back by a smoldering crater.</span>
OOC update: ICO-SA: pl4n 13, ICO-LP:deathbringer and any other names associeated with BASSMASTER are no longer members of ICO. any actios that thay take dose not represent ICO and we will not protect these individuls. that lawful equepment provided to these individules have been takesn as thay are compony propety upon ther expelment from the organazation, should thay deffect to outcasts, corsears or other such groups thay should not be equeped with any ships that thay have recived in the corse of working with ICO. these ships should be sanctiond accordingly.
If I die bury me with a rocket luancher, and a shotgun. I am going to have some house cleaning to do.
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