A man with a rugged, gaunt face had been sitting in the corner. He had been watching the talk of IMG and The Colonials switch to murder and threats. He raised his voice for the first time,
"Can we drop the violence and get back to the point here? We need to get rid of IMG."
And with that said, he took another sip from his glass and watched.
So this was the mercenary and freelancer elite that would cooperate and move against Pecos? They would unite under a banner and arrange the ressource distribution, raw product allocation and logistics?
"Nothin' but a band of opportunist murderes.... you are six, by a friend of ours from good ol' Dublin toimes... Tobi, the one with the small... ye remeber?" one of the close friends of Jack mumbled to him while he pulled him behind one of the steel pillars that held the assembly hall and pushed him down into cover when the fire erupted and the whole scene seems to escalate into a slaughterhouse. The small group used the confusion around the place to withdraw from the centers of attention that shifted between the knife fighters, Uncle Pete, the Reaver security, and several other hot spots of conflict and violence.
"We only fire in self defence... return fire if fired at... non-lethal dose..." Jack yelled to his men during the short period when there was a lot of gunfire, yells, smoke, screams... "I came here to talk. The more blood, the less talk. There has been more than enough sh... hitting the fan..." he informs his own men, cursing the decision to come here...
One thing that he relied on came true. The Merc Queen would not allow this meeting in her living room to descend into madness and end in random people randomly shooting each other in significant numbers. A few dead were likely okay in her book. But as she was willing to fight fiercely for a clear front lawn some 100k away, Jack is not surprised she would wish to clean her own living room. The task was: Survive until she restored some sort of law and order.
After the fighting subsided, he gets up from the cover, still remaining in cover behind the massive steel pillar from where he eyes Uncle Pete and his gang. That guy must be a Dubliner. Jack can't help but smile... "That man has a point... so, where is our lovely Miss Forster or whatever is her name?" he asked his men, his eyes darting between the many people that made it practically impossible to locate anybody that you only knew from an old dossier file.
While his friends scan the surrounding for more threats and also the Miss, he sends a short message to Silver:
Quote:Barrier used to be friendlier. No idea how the blood hounds found me so quickly. Fact: they did. So... if this is still a meeting, I'll stay, listen and will make my point. If this is a shoot 'em up, I'd rather leave. Your home. You decide.
With the message sent, he just remains in the background, watching out for potential dangers and idiots that would get themselves whacked by his guards or the Reavers for killing him in here for a ridiculous sum offered by an equally ridiculous person. But his hope in intelligence and rationaity slowly starts to fade away.
Patterson at this point was tensed he had his hand over his pistol holster with a few spare mags,he eyed the scene and took a mental count two partys with a security team,mutiple unknowns with weapons of there own,if the violence escalated he would need to find an exit,he sent an encoded command to his gunboat docked outside to start prelaunch checks his arm pad computer chriped a aknowledgement and he readied himself,waiting to see what would happen while being careful not to draw unwanted attention.
Watching the room decend into madness, Evan couldn't help but sigh with a faint smile from his spot on the corner wall. So far the 'fighting' looked to be contained to small pockets; Maybe some folks here couldn't stand some of the other freelancers, or some bounty had shown up a little too conspicuously, but he'd grown tired of the noise.
"Xares, if that intercom hack is still in place," he said to the wrist-comm, "then send a quick burst through it, something... silly enough, to cause confusion, should things get any worse."
The device flashed once for confirmation, as Evan took another swig from his black flask. It was going to be the same questions on everyone's minds as this, thing, continued; Where was Miss Foster, how much cash is on the line, how do we deal with the IMG?
With the meeting disintegrating at this rate, he was starting to wonder how long until someone got sick of this enough to put a bounty on Miss Foster's head to put an end to it all.
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Tobi sighed as he pulls out a napkin to dry off his pants "What are you suggesting silver, that I started that fight? The only thing that would suggest me getting invovled was that bounty I just said but as far as I'm aware Jack isn't here is he?" Then Tobi looked at Sagara "He is the one piling up bodys right?" Tobi got up and put his hand on his holstered pistol and put his other hand around his back gripping his stun grenade. "Well?"
' 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
She was sitting on a crate over the makeshift stage, making circles with her cigar smoke while the whole meeting spun out of control.
The voices were getting more agressive, the subtle signs of people preparing whatever way they had to protect themselves.
And as it increased.. So did Silver's grin.
Finally she finished the cigar and threw the but to the ground and took a good look at the crowd.
With one tap to the radio, she called Dagon again.
"Looks like the Foster bish is a no show. So... Bring in the heavies while i wrap this up."
"Understood, Lady Silver."
"Eff the lady stuff already."
Not thirty seconds after, the sound and vibrations of something heavy approached slowly the marketplace.
With every thump, the crowd silenced a bit more.
As it finally got close, silence was the rule in the wide space.
Suddenly, 10 gigantic mechanic security exo's, painted with the Reaver Merc. Co. symbol, surrounded the whole marketplace, with at least two more security guards behind it.
The exo's pilots toggled the laser gattling engines while surveying their imediate surroundings, letting the menacing whirl of the guns barrels do the talking.
Such display immediately killed any and all chatter and display of bravado.
And then, Silver's voice boomed through the marketplace.
"Now that i have your undivided attention, i would like to say a couple of things.
Nothin' fancy like Foster.
But.. Nevertheless.. Somethin' you should keenly interested in hearing."
She sat on the crate again, and lit up a cigar.
"We're gathered here on the call of a what'shername that 90% of us never heard of."
The cigar tip lit up.
And smoke ensued.
"That woman, Foster, is a bonafide Liberty merc. That i don't know what she killed, but she got payed. Payed 'nough to buy the wrecked Detroit Munitions."
Silver twirled her cigar in her fingers and pointed at the crowd.
"Now, why the frack a 'berty Merc, that is already fat, got interested all of a sudden with Coronado's happenin's when she probably never spent a whole day in the good ol' Gate?"
More smoke exited her mouth.
"Money, power, one of the two, 'cause you can very well be sure she ain't that interested in our freedom and ways."
The cigar tip lit up.
"And then, we got this woman.. Screamin' and payin' for IMG blood. Payin' from her own pocket to get them out of Coronado."
She grinned.
"Now that is mighty interestin'. Don't ya all think?"
Silver asked the crowd but expected no reply.
"Why, i asked myself. Why does a nobody that has nothin' to do with Coronado wants IMG out of Coronado and Pecos?"
She asked to the crowd again, but grinned at the end.
"Money or power. So we all know that IMG is rippin' a bit of Deuterium of Pecos."
Silver pulls out a data pad, and shows it off.
"Did some questions to OSI, since they are the only ones in the whole sector that sells that stuff. Shinny answers they gave."
The cigar tip lit up.
"Basically, it seems Pecos.. Is the biggest source of Deuterium in the whole sector. Now that's cash. Loads of cash. Sittin' right smack between Liberty and Bretonia."
Silver put the cigar out.
"Now let's add to that fact.. That IMG already knew that. And yet, for a frackload of years.. They never issued a reg, a law or whatnot. And suddenly. Bam. That 'tard regulations showed up out of the blue. Like nothin' had really happened and they just decided on makin' it."
She eyed the room.
"And i don't buy that. Somethin' did happened for IMG to have this.. knee-jerk reaction. Somethin' menaced their motherlode, their cash cow.."
Silver flashed a grin.
"Now what can threaten IMG rule of Pecos? Us? Nope. We don't have the guns. Colonials? Nah, they need IMG to get back up since their arses got tallywacked in the Taus. Some house? Now that fits the bill, ye?"
She started to pace around the stage.
"And not only just a house.. Bretties and Libbies.. Both stuck in wars.. and in need of cash and fuel. The biggest source of Deuterium... In their hands. Bet that would make some suits in their thrones smile."
She stops and looks at the crowd.
"Money and greed, people. The reason of all this crap. We were being effin' played by Miss Foster and whoever is twirlin' her strings. If you do find her..."
Silver jumps of the stage and lands. Suddenly six of her security guards surrounds her.
"Kick her ass out of the Gate, will ya? Through the airlock, so whoever hired her.. gets the message."
She laughs and signal her people to move out of the marketplace.
As she passes by Tobi, she stops and looks.
"I don't know who's more dumb. You, tryin' to feed that bullcrap to us.. Or the dead guys that actually believed you. My nose is twitchin'.... And it says.. Both."
She turns on her heels, and as she exits the market place alongside her security, all people could hear was her laughter.
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Izzy smirked.
"Princess? Hardly. As for your questions, yes, I do. But I'm not about to attack you Reavers." Izzy cut her sentence short, clamping her hands over her ears a split second before the magnum shot struck the ceiling.
"As useful as they are, you guys brought guns. So I avoid pissing you off." She sighs, then glances to Silver, hands raised to her shoulders to let Lachina know she wasn't about to make any stupid moves.
Izzy listened to Silver intently, keeping her eyes on the 'mechs. As Silver concluded, she glanced at Lachina.
"Tell Silver Izzy says hi."
Izzy calmly walked off and towards an opposite exit to Silver, very much wanting to avoid those 'mechs.