Jimmy Patterson had just crushed out the cigerette he was smokeing and had proped himself agenst a cargo crate he wore a set of unmarked combat pants and a tank top with a armor lined leather jacket and had a genenral look of a freelance mercenary.
he may of been a Cerberus member but he was smart enough to not risk carrying of there tech on him here so he had his favorite weapon an Ageria model 282 iridium slug pistol on his hip to anybody who dident know him he would look like a freelancer or independant merc ,if things hit the fan he had an escape plan and he knew if anybody needed to find him they would come to him,sense he had retired from the Liberty Military barrier had become his home so he waited to see what would become of it.
Ever the optimist, naive busybody and all-around good guy, Rüdiger Möller did not even need a thoroughly read reason to join a large gathering of individuals; he removed his flight mask and allowed his dirty blonde hair to fall into his eyes.
As he eventually tired of the sight impediment and decided to move it aside, he observed everyone else within, many of whom appeared to be waiting nervously. "I don't know if I'm here for a funeral or... Or what." Rüdiger evidently decided that this time, it would be best to do as the others do.
"Awwww crap I'm growing tired of waiting" Tobi would look around impatiently wondering if thats all of us gathered. I let out a loud sigh and took out a PDA, and started to looking for ways to link the speaker system to my comms device attached to the side of my cheek.
"Bingo" Minutes later with a simple press of a key, I linked myself to the speaker system in the room. Before I said anything I let out a big sigh then turned my comms device on.
"Alright then I'm growing tired of waiting for this person to come up on that stage and talk. The only reason why I came to this was because this Ms Foster person who ever she is said it would be profitable so that must mean theres credits involved. Yes were a group of mercenarys and freelancers around but were going to need some motivation don't ya think. Well thats me finished." After that outburst I turned off my comms device and servered the link to the speaker system.
' Wrote:As much as I hate having to agree with Tobi, I agree with everything he said. Get off Newark and get out there ingame doing stuff. Seriously, I should charge you for parking
Meanwhile uncle Pete's mob was causing some unrest.
They were bored and drunk, and took full use of the hospitality.
Some were throwing beer cans around while others were publicly urinating.
Uncle Pete seemed proud as he witnessed his men making a scene.
Somewhere along the line he turned on his megaphone and yelled:
''Listen to your uncle! we all came to this place because we were promised a good pay, but we are waiting for hours already!
It's time that Evelyn shows up and starts paying!
Or we'll start searching for the credits ourselves!!
Free credits for everyone!!"
People passively witnessed the crazy old man with his gang and one whispered:
"oh please, wasn't that guy dead already?''
Another one sighed and whispered: ''I'd wish...''
The commotion was starting to bother Evan as he continued to wait patiently. Someone hacked into the speaker system of the room, stating their impatience; A group of people appeared to be making mischief; Others were simply standing around, drinking, talking, or doing whatever they felt like.
It seemed this 'meeting' was turning into just another rowdy bar-party to him.
He turned to his wrist-comm and whispered. "Xares, can you get a fix on where this "Foster" is, maybe forward a message to let them know to... 'hurry up'?"
A holographic face appeared above the device and began mouthing words, which echoed in Evan's mind rather than out loud through any speakers the wrist-comm had. Consider it done. Barrier's network security must be having a field day already trying to track down whoever hacked the network to access the intercom; This is going to turn into one hell of a mess worse than it already is.
Evan lowered his arm again and looked around once more. Yep; Definitely going to get worse unless this meeting, if that was ever the intention, starts.
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The head with orange hair walked in the marketplace. Her footsteps, started to echo through the marketplace and gained volume as the people around went silent with the knowledge of her passing.
Suddenly, one of the men in the crowd suddenly moved in her direction, but the sound of a laser discharge and the later thump of a dead body hitting the ground.
Silver stopped in her tracks, glanced to where the man died, and grinned.
"To the ones that are here trying to claim." She pulled her gun out of the holster."Die."
Five laser shots were heard followed by the sound of a blade slicing a path through a man's chest.
Various bodies fell to the floor, startling the audience.
Twelve security guards appeared from various places in the marketplace with a woman leading them, which then bowed her head to Silver, and ordered her men to take positions with a small flick of her hand.
Silver then holstered her gun, and continued her path in the midst of the silent crowd.
As she finally reached the makeshift stage, she turned around and said with a small grin in her face.
"Sorry for my lateness, people. I was busy tying up some loose.. ends."
Her voice was seductive. Her movements were lustful. And her eyes were defiant. With a small movement of the hand, gesturing to the dead bodies, her voice oozed into the room once more.
"Bait and switch. Misconception. Distraction. Leverage. Misinformation. All tools of war, and that we all use in a daily basis."
She eyed the room, letting her point take room in each and everyone's minds.
"And my nose is a-twitchin'. That means problems.
On one side, we got the IMG, issuing a pair of brain dead regulations, that they knew very well that the Gate people would not abide. Why did they issued it then? They're miners, they aren't out for confortation.
Why then?
And Miss Foster, who's probably half drunk and asleep from spendin' the night with here good kin, shows up offerin' a wad of cash.
Let us keep her to her good word.. But let us also find out what really has happened."
Silver grinned at the audience, for she knew that anyone.. hates to be played.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
'Oh oh, am I late? Sorry if so...' Matthew Kane stepped in with these words. He quickly walked along the marketplace and took a chair in the front line. 'Must be that's gonna be interesting.' he thought. Most of the time Matt wasn't interested in politics but after the talks about IMG taking over his home, Coronado started spreading, he couldn't resist to getting some more knowledge about this issue.
Steve Holloway noticed no reply from the Mandalorian high-up's concerning their assistance to the assembly. Perhaps consul Rodriguez would show up in the last second after spending long time getting drunk somewhere in a remote place of the Omegas, but once Steve strode into the crowded marketplace and noticed nobody bearing the company's insignia, he assumed he would be the only foolish Mando assisting to the scene, for now.
He chuckled after listening to Silver's verbiage. At least the show was ensured.
Evelyn noticed the assembly room was nearly to capacity and decided now was as good a time as any to get things started.
"Hello Freelancers, Mercenaries, whatever you call yourselves. Most of you should know by now what happened with the IMG and Coronado. We're all here to decide what to do about it. While the IMG have reversed their regulations, this event showed what the IMG wants to do with Coronado, and what they think about the system's independence."
"I, for one, think it's time they left. What I want to do, is force them to leave their mining outpost on Pecos. Obviously, this can't be accomplished by a single person, or even Coronado's regular residents. That's why I asked you all to come here. We are the only people who have no borders, nor rulers. We have the capability of hitting the IMG wherever they hide until they get their asses out of Coronado."
"I want to make this clear; This isn't an "operation" and there is no one "in charge." Your involvement is your own business, where you work is your own business. Who you work for doesn't matter. I will be providing the money to fund this effort, nothing more. The ultimate goal is getting the IMG out of the system, and off Pecos. Whoever takes over the mining colony here makes no difference to me, though some of you might have opinions one way or another about that. Personally I'd prefer it just been open to Freelancers like Barrier Gate."
"There will be bounties posted on the IMG's vessels, with special bonuses for any destroyed here in Coronado itself."
"Of course, if anyone else has any ideas that might work better, I'm all ears."
Silver smirked at listening Foster's words. Suddenly, the woman that was leading her security detachment, approached her and gave her a data pad.
Silver read it and with a grin, gave it back to the woman known as Derringer, Security Chief of the Reaver Merc. Co.
With the same grin, Silver raised her hand to speak.
"So.. Let me get this straight.. You're funding for this whole mess? And how much?"
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop