"What are you saying, how mayn got captured?... 11, with 4 KIA? Damn... what is the CEO's expected course of action? Oh, is it... Well, thats good I suppose, I get a chance to earn another bonus. Well, start compiling a plan of action and have it on my desk in half an hour. And Clara, do please have the intern bring me some of that amazing coffee, thank you."
Although the conversation with his secretary ended light, his heart could not have been heavier. The recever of that phone hitting the cradle was like a thousand battle razors firing simutaneously next to his ear. He sat back in his seat and the initial name began to come up on his computer screen. He knew a few of these men personally infact he went to one of their kid's birthday party not a week ago. That day was truly a day to remember, the kids were playing in the yard, the adult antics were going on, and it was another clear day on Manhattan.
When Takar snapped from his his day dream about 28 minutes had passed and his coffee had gotten cold. Clara walked through the door seeing Takar in his state. A state that could not be described but only one of deepest sorry.
*knocks on the door threshold* "Mr. Takar?"
*snaps out of his state of mind* "Huh? Oh yes, Clara, what is it?"
"Sir, the meeting with the Booard of directors has been moved up an hour, and the report is ready for you sir."
"Oh good, bring it here, and when is the exact time of that meeting?"
"10 minutes."
"Oh well, lets hop to it then, thank you Clara, forward all charts to the conference room's computer."
He looked over the plan of action for another time as he walked down towards the conference room. Going over his proposal in his head over and over until he was sure he had it straight. He walked into the room and was immediately met with the piercing eyes of the 8 members of of the chair.
"Mr Takar, we have already gone over all the details and there is no need for you to convince us on the how valuable these members are and why we should go get them back. We hahve already decided in you favor, now please tell us what the order of business is."
"Well, that is very good to hear. Thats, very good to hear. Well, anyways, I went over the company's nhumanitarian records and it seems that, to maintain a good company iamge, we seem to be behind. What I propose is enacting weekly shipments of food to the starving people of crete, the people that are holding our men. Their food crisis can work well in our favor and this shipment does not have to be substantial, just 50k-70k shipments weekly. I will send one of my drone ships in to negotiate the deal and I believe having that amount of food shipped to them is too much to refuse, especially for a few men."
"For that amount I'm sure you figured we'd accept at least a bit more than just a few men."
"Yes sir, I'll try to get as much in the company's favor as much as I can."
"Well the board has voted unanimously to support your decision and god speed man."
"Newark station, this is the Alaric, requesting permission to dock."
"Permission Granted, Welcome back."
Relief was all he could feel. He entered the docking codes and began to take a breath. They were back and they were safe. Sudenly his right shoulder felt somthing, it felt like a... hand. He looked up and saw his friend standing over him, smiling. He smiled back and took great solice in seeing the words thank you mouthed to him. He patted the hand on his shoulder as the docking clamps secured themselves. Limping off the ship he helped his friend towards the med bay. Looking back at his ship, seeing the scorch marks, seeing the dented hull, seeing his comrades saved, made it all worth it.
Walking down the hall towards his office he saw somthing. His door was open, and that was strange. Normally when he leaves his office he leaves it locked, and only is open if his secretary needed somthing important. Suspicious as he limped towards his office, he leaned on the door, slowly creaking it open, and to his shock...
"SURPRISE!!! Congratulations Drey" Was the sound of the chorus of family and personnel of his department. Ribbons, confetti, decorations of all sort line the walls of his office. Champagne and cake riddled his desk, and the people around were smiling and crying tears of joy. He smiled back at them, the grin going from ear to ear, as he popped open one of the bottles of Champagne and began to drink fully. Laughing heartily he had small talks with many of the people there, many of the wifes of the captured man crying and thanking him, and as he amde his rounds he met up with one of the board members, and thye quiety snuck to the side of the room.
"Well Mr. Takar, you ahve done Interspace Commerce proud. You have saved those members of the ICO and we are glad that you have done so. Can you tell me what the deal entailed."
"Well yes, I can. I talked with a few of the Corsair elders and we have stricken a deal. To release our prisoners, and just give us a litle stance of tolerance, and not just shoot us on sight, we will deliver weekly shipments of food to the starving citizens of crete. They offered us to take artifacts back, we have denied this. We will maintain a stance of law abiding peoples in House space while offering humanitarian aide to these Corsiars. I understand that this may fall upon bad thoughts within house space but who can deny that action of the company sending thousands of tons of food to a starving people without being called heartless and unthoughtful. It was a success sir, and I would like that one of these shipment be sent ASAP."
"Yes yes, we will contact the trade division of the ICO and have them set up a shipment of these foods as soon as he can get a fleet together. Good job Takar, you deserver some rest. Take the rest of the week off, full pay. Now go enjoy yourself."
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