Loyola Guard Loyola Tactical Solutions Group Limited Tag: LG|
Affiliation and ID: Outcasts
About us (public information)
Loyola Tactical Solutions Group LTD or just Loyola Group is a private military contractor for the unlawful and gray sector of security services in Sirius. Being a provider of high-quality security and training services, while having low standards of ethics and compliance with regulations of established major Houses. Loyola Group provides highly skilled and experienced professional pilots and soldiers to protect our client interests, assets, and employees. Loyola group is ready to operate in any high-risk conflict zones as well as daily operations.
Loyola Group LTD is also providing our clients with logistic services. Our teams are able to quickly organize the transportation of high valued cargo or participate in the deployment of the warfare assets. Flexible solutions to provide logistical support and keep your assets to be ready for the operation at all times, within the wide area of logistics from basic life-support to emergency shipments and evacuation.
Our company provides clients with assistance for their intelligence missions globally in all locations and conditions. Group's Intelligence specialists are able to collect and analyze to deliver decision-enabling intelligence. Our specialists are also available for training and education missions, which will help our clients to get a certified intel specialist of their own.
Origins
Rich and famous Outcast families are known for having their own private paramilitary forces. Usually involved in securing their Cardamine business interests where it need be. Loyola family with her recent raise a few years back is not an exception. With only temporarily acquiring the ruling position on Malta, the head of the family, Enma, was replaced by the other families.
After numerous failed attempts to get back into the position of power and even temporary exile, Loyola has decided to change her approach and business strategy. Her experience with the Core and corporate bodies have made it much easier. Just to create a corporate umbrella for the forces under her command and offering guns for hire for the unlawful sector.
With her not so numerous forces moving into Borderworlds abandoning their duty to guard Malta, they would rampage across the Taus, Sigmas and other regions. Acquiring resources by means of crime, piracy and the murder. Sometimes LG forces would attack even without a clear motive, just to prove their deadliness and efficiency to potential contractors.
Dona Enma de Loyola.
LG would hire any experienced pilot or soldiers, who are proven to be skilled in fighting potential enemies. Origin of the LG employees differs, but any Corsair in their ranks is yet to be seen. There is some personal bias in recruitment procedures when it comes to the pilots' origin.
Dona Enma herself would not give up on her ambitions and would use the Group in order to secure her rightful claims. Being strictly traditionalist when it comes to Outcasts' customs, she would oppose any reformist movement, potentially with firepower. Risking to enter multiply conflicts on many levels. She would feel confident with her financial backing of the Group's profits. Trying to stay independent and strong within the bloody mess of Border and Edge worlds. Seeking to extend the operations beyond the Outcast zones of operations.
Assets and tactics
Groups' space force consists of random pieces of hardware combined into a single squadron with fighter and bomber wings. A lot of ships and equipment are of the Outcast origin. But even having a high percentage of the technology of the same origin would not make LG's wings to look less paramilitary, as more people from the various places would sign their contracts. Bringing a certain amount of randomized technology pieces with them.
With the lack of any heavy assets, LG's combat tactics would rely on traditional unlawful tactics. The sudden and devastating attacks from the cover of nebulas and asteroid fields. With ensuring that damage is done to escape and disappear in the same cloud they came from. Tactics are old but proved to be efficient over the years. As lawful patrols are usually following the schedule can be predicted.
LTSG LTD logistic ships are suffering the same problem of no standardization. But with having a number of experienced smugglers as their transport captains are making it easier to avoid unwanted contact.
Groups' ground forces are limited to one motorized infantry battalion. It's usually spread by platoons in different operational areas and is rarely being deployed in full. Tactics are relying on light armored mobile vehicles to deploy fireteams to their positions, providing limited fire support. Due to limited manpower and firepower, fireteams rely on tactical maneuvers and professionalism over brutal assaults. Using light artillery systems, ATGMs, machine gun and sniper fire to suppress the enemy resistance. Ground forces are avoiding any longterm frontline contracts, due to high casualties that are not cost-efficient.
LTSG LTD troopers are preparing vehicle for the operation.
The company also offers the bodyguard services for important persons. Some units within the ground forces are perfectly trained for police duty. For example, the 2nd platoon is trained to perform a riot police duty, in a distress case when a client needs a force to suppress a protest or revolt within their organizations. Ground forces are armed mostly with everything that is available on the black markets, refusing to rely on any House or corporate supply contracts. This is causing trouble with the standardization of equipment and weaponry and is directly linked to certain supply issues when it comes to specific ammo or service materials.
Rise to power | Loyola Guard
In late 826 and early 827 AS the forces loyal to Loyola have managed to restore firm control over regions with traditional family influence at planet Malta. It allowed renewing Cardamine flow from family plantations, arming local supporters to secure the family interests. Making Loyola family and families affiliated with Loyola a valuable player at the political board of Malta once more.
Loyola plantations, by practicing selectionism is creating and experimenting with new sorts of Cardamine. Experimenting with main and side effects, flavor and even the color. Blue sort of Cardamine known as "Blue Cardamine" is having a reputation for the exotic product and is rising popularity within elite circles. While "L'Cardamine" is evidently more narcotic while having less negative side effects, not counting a stronger addiction.
As Loyola Tactical Solutions Group keeps existing as an umbrella for Loyola forces for the foreigners, at Malta they most commonly become known as the Loyola Guard. The main goal remained the same, guard business and private interests of the family, mostly by securing the Cardamine trade coming from family plantations. Cartel built around Loyola's family is becoming one of the largest suppliers of Cardamine to the market. While not being strictly structured, it would furiously protect its influence.
Dona Enma has returned to the ancient manors and estates of her family, as well as restoring her empty offices are various space stations. She did not want power in the first place, but now it's simply necessary after yet another attempt of repressions coming from Cadiz Cartel, it just happened to follow Crimson Cross and traitorous National Council which tried to do the same. Not being much interested in politics, but her business and private affairs, Dona Enma would not allow anyone to get their hands around her neck.
Guard forces inherit it's tactics and flight style from Legion Maltesa and it's glorious combat traditions. Hiring experienced Legion pilots, Group has ensured it's a combat ability to stand against all possible threats. The guard is now, by necessity is investing in more heavy combat assets, such as capital ships. As prominent families obliged to protect Malta and her people.
Goals
◦ Dominate the Cardamine market, slowly develop the ways towards not direct monopolization.
◦ Fight against the enemies the Outcasts, secure Cardamine flow over Sirius sector.
◦ Receive additional profits from piracy and extortion.
◦ Secure private interests of the Loyola family members by all means necessary.
Covering All the Bases
— ...et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.
Sarita stood up from her small altar and put her rosary away in her pocket, bowing her head gently and crossing herself before turning to her second altar, to the left. Again, she bowed her head before kneeling and saying a prayer, this time not to Jesus or Mary.
— O Santa Muerte, en mis empeños y viajes próximos, dame seguridad y éxito…
A few words of gratitude and devotion followed, and Sarita again stood. This time, she picked up a match and held it up for just a moment, looking into the flame before picking out and lighting two large candles; one gold, one black. Lighting two was unusual, but a lot was riding on this, and she would spare no effort to make sure things went right. And she had a lot of flying to do.
It was only a few hours from Ruiz to Malta, but the in-atmo flight in the unwieldy, decidedly non-aerodynamic Rapier was a challenge for Sarita; she wasn't even used to being on a planet at all, much less flying on one in something never designed to stand up to the ever-buffeting winds and restrictive friction of a terrestrial atmosphere. Nevertheless, another hour or two later, her chunky black and silver fighter rested on one of only two landing pads at Enma Loyola's personal estate nestled snugly among the mountain peaks of the Vasconia del Sur range.
The mercenary's hair was extremely ruffled as she pulled her flight helmet off and climbed down from her ship to the one-foot-thick steel plate below. A servant came to greet her, and, much to Sarita's relief, did so in perfect Spanish. He had a bit of a Tau anglo accent; maybe he was a Zoner before? It made sense, though, that Enma would employ hispanohablantes; she was traditional like that. Ever since the rise of the Contari several years ago, Italian had been quite chic, but Sarita struggled with the doubled consonants and muddy-sounding words of the language of Malta's snobbiest aristocrats. A few pleasantries later and he led her inside.
Eleven hours after she had originally set out, Sarita returned to Ruiz. She wasn't here to rest; she would be pulling a long distance burn all the way to Delta once she refueled. Six shots of espresso and a quick stop at the base's library later, and she was off. She flew the first hours manually, but once she was in Sigma, she let autopilot take over.
With over two relativistic days' flight ahead of her, she needed to conserve fuel, and turned off both comms and shields entirely. Then, she leaned her seat back, propped her feet up on the console, and began paging through the musty paperback copy of Hands-On Quantum Multiplexor Maintenance, Quantum Entanglement, And You! as the shipboard computer guided her from jumphole to jumphole, directly through hostile space.
The server box hummed softly as it powered up. Several cables, each thick as Sarita's arm, ran out of the back and off to outlets unseen, or to the Freeport's quantum entanglement device that made possible faster-than-light communication with the neural net, or to the massive, multi-petabyte solid-state drives that backed up all the critical data on the station. Sarita plugged her PDA into the tiny, 1.3cm port on the front of the server, and spent about an hour checking and double-checking and triple-checking every little setting, every automated maintenance script, every software indicator that she had set up the hardware right.
Her neurotic perfectionism satisfied, she opened the command line.
sudo ./home/ims/servinit
She unplugged her PDA and opened the corporate IMS, and sent a test message.
Sarita Ybañesat 8:27
ping @here anybody can read this? sry for @-ing
It wasn't long before she received Felicia's terse reply, annoyed at the unexplained notification.
Loveryat 08:29
@Sarita Ybañes yes
Sarita smiled. All was working, and her job was done. If anyone wanted to disrupt the Loyola Group's operations in the Omicrons, they would have to go through Freeport 11 first. As she made her way to the room she had rented, exhausted from several days of hard travel, she fingered the rosary in her pocket and whispered an Ave Maria.
Pre-Alpha test
Sound of the high heels knocking down the metal floor of the tight corridor leading to the hangar of the Barrier Gate. With rather, a low and relax walk, while staring at her communicator, the Outcast blondie was approaching the hangar. Her cargo is supposed to be unloading and being under check. One of her trusted people, Angel Aparicio is supposed to already be there with a couple of rather generic engineers.
Finally, she would step into a wide hangar area, the Junker transport is already left and it's only crates with munitions and military vehicles that are parked in a strict line by five. She would look around, looking for the Angel himself.
A rather tall figure clad in pitch-black armour that Enma couldn't fully see the details of stood by the first armoured vehicle. Every step that Aparicio made, a powerful and heavy clunk echoed around his side of the hangar. Unlike Loyola's relaxed movement, the armoured man's movement was rigorous and calculated. Angel gave instructions to the engineers that surrounded him, making sure that all of them knew exactly what they were doing, or they would become an unfortunate work incident.
As the engineers dispersed to inspect every other vehicle and box, Angel knelt in front of the first armoured military vehicle. Anyone within five-meter radius would hear prayer and a blessing repeated five times each in the same deep-monotone tone.
Noticing his armor Angel's armor under the neon light, after she heard a heavy clunk of him moving, Enma would approach him. With scratchy somehow lazy tone, she would start talking behind his back.
— I see that delivery has arrived in full.
Enma looked down at the crates, thinking about how they should improve shooting accuracy to reduce ammo usage.
Angel acknowledged her presence but did not interrupt his last blessing.
— Hello, Enma.
Aparicio stood up from his kneeling position and turn around to face Enma. The helmet's red eyes stared at her with no emotion what-so-ever.
— Indeed it has.
The towering, armored giant spoke as he monitored the engineers in the background.
— Junkers did well with this.
His gaze fell back onto Loyola whilst standing completely motionless, almost as if he wasn't even breathing.
Enma nods and hugs his cold armor suit. Trying to squeeze some emotions out of him. Her provocative behavior, being generally bored as of lately.
— Very well, here is enough of free space. I want you do drive a couple of circles at one of them. Then we will test the weapon systems, but not here, obviously.
Enma would point at the armored car with a heavy Gatling gun behind him. And then just go to sit at the passenger seat herself, it is quite comfortable to her honest surprise. It doesn't smell bad or anything.
Angel was a little taken back by that sudden hug from Enma as he tends to not let people touch him freely.
— Understood. Aparicio nodded as he watched her sit in the passenger seat. He slowly paced to the car, and as he got in, due to the weight of him in his armor, the car sprung down and then back to its original height.
— It is not as cramped as I thought it would be, even with the armor.
Angel put flipped the start switch shortly before the entire vehicle roared loudly.
The car slowly accelerated forward and turned right before going completely straight to test how fast the acceleration actually was. Rapidly picking up the speed, it impressed Angel quite a lot as the vehicle is rather heavy.
— Acceleration is decent.
The soldier threw the car left and right to examine the agility and steering of it. Whilst it was agile enough, a beam-like weapon could easily track it and eliminate it.
— Good enough.
Angel whispered to himself as he was lapping the hangar.
— What do you think of this vehicle, lady Enma?
Enma is liking this little ride, though still thinking how could they test the weapon system on the closed station. She has noticed a Freelancer Serenity in the hangar. That would work, now, where to? Two closest planets are Curacao and Yuma, and for what it's worth, Yuma is much easier to deploy to.
— Yeah, it's great, the seat is good and it doesn't smell. Now I will find a captain of that Serenity, gather two more people. We will land on Yuma and see how those decent are those weapon systems.
Opening a heavy armored door, with much effort, she went to the office to contact the captain. Angel had time to gather people and load things. The ship, loaded with a small Outcast team would head out from the Barrier Gate in just about 40 minutes. Reaching Yuma without many issues. Enma isn't sure how well this captain will handle landing since this is basically an emergency one, there's no spaceport on Yuma that would suit them.
The Serenity had troubles maintaining a straight flight path as the pilot was quite nervous, nothing out of the ordinary when a group of Outcasts in armour were just a few metres away from you.
— We should land any given moment right now.
Angel stood next to the doors that separated them and the ground, for now.
It was nothing but complete wilderness, small mountains and an insignificant village near their location. It would after all, be the perfect place for a group of Outcasts to test their new ground armament and to get rid of random Crayter civilians.
After a few minutes a warning to hold onto something played loudly throughout the ship as the cargo hold inner lights turned flashing crimson red.
— Ready?
Enma is not the one to be scared with harsh landing, but this one was somewhat stressful. Being trapped at one planet with a lot of CR is not ideal, to say the least.
— Sure.
Enma would open a can of energy drink, as cargo bay was opening. An armored car would drive into the wilderness, having no problems in crossing anything. Two more troopers with self-prepared grenade launchers were on the backseats.
Finally, they could reach a small Cryter outpost, looking more like a civilian residence, but even those are rarely without a guard. Enma drank half of the can now. Angel would position a car in a hidden position between trees and bushes, it is barely visible. Distance towards the outpost is now in reach of their firearms. They can fire out all ammo into this and then drive back and leave.
— Alright boys, load armor-piercing. I want you to bring down the walls of those buildings or at least hole them properly.
Two troopers have unloaded from the car, preparing to fire the nades, while Angel had to machinegun down random buildings.
— En nombre de dios, perdono tus pecados, pues el momento de tu arrepentimiento ha llegado.
As Angel finished his prayer, an ear-piercing thunder started instantly after. The two outcast grenade launcher shock troopers both fired off the grenades all the while hundreds of armour-piercing rounds penetrated every building within the firing range. Screams of terror and agony almost deafened out the heavy gatling gun.
The guards did not even have any time to react to the immediate fire from Outcasts as their limbs got torn off by Aparicio.
Both of the grenades detonated as they impacted a several story building, decimating the entire front side of it. Shortly after, another salvo of grenades hit what seemed like a small shrine, crumbling it all apart.
Silence. A full stop came to any and all sounds as Angel ceased the fire. Nothing but ruin and mangled bodies remained in front of them.
— Lady Enma.
Enma would observe everything into binocle. It was kinda loud and explosions are bright. Enma is finishing the energy drink just as Angel was finishing the people out there. She thought about how good to have actual firearms and not fight on the swords or something, blood everywhere, ew. Loyola took it as they were done here, she would be taking binocle away and throwing an empty can into the opened window.
— Confirming good hits. Let's head back to the ship.
Crete's finest
Heraklion? A city on Crete. A very beautiful city, in fact. Stunning scenery, beautiful statues around Argent Island, the simple yet complicated urban infrastructure of Mesis, a stunning temple on top of the Acropolis hill. And those are only a few of the hotspots of Heraklion, the very pinacle of beauty if you will, or at least that is what she thought.
Who is she? Iris Vasilaki, the first child of the Vasilakes family. Born on the 25th december 795 A.S, people considered her to be a beautiful woman ever since. As usual in the Vasilakes family, Iris was taught to be a proud citizen of Heraklion, and being raised in Gilaos, also famously known as a district that is embossed by a scenery of villas and expensive buildings that would tower over most other manmade structures of Crete, as well as the Island of Akros.
A few weeks after Iris was born, her parent's bought a massive villa on Akros. It was a very new villa, nobody had lived in it before the Vasilakes. White walls, gigantic windows and a garden that would easily be able to compete against any other garden on the mainland. Iris was the first child that spent most of her time in the villa, with her two brothers following not long after.
Iris was a very friendly young lady, always wishing to have a conversation with people, even if she did not know them. Of course, being raised on Akros and in Gilaos generally, Iris grew up to be a little more arrogant than you might expect from a young girl. Despite that, however, people liked her and she spent alot of time with the neighbors kids, and even their family.
She was a normal child. She lived, compared to the other children in Gilaos, relatively simple. She did not need three rooms, two would do for her. She had dreams, as any child should. "Becoming Heraklions most famous, most beautiful woman", is what she kept telling everyone with shining eyes, to a point where even a blind person would have been blinded by her when she kept going on about it.
Gilaos education was hard. Really hard, actually, as expected of the highest form of education available in Heraklion. Iris was barely able to keep up despite studying for hours every day. It was very frustrating for her, because she was sure that she would never need to know any of this to become Heraklions Shining Star (a nickname that was jokingly given to her by her mother). Due to that, Iris lost interest relatively fast, which made her grades plummet to a level that was not acceptable to her parents, who expected only the best grades from a child that has been given anything she wanted since her birth.
Nobody ever stopped believing in Iris. She kept her shining personality even if she struggled really a lot with school, and the girls of her age got more and more jealous of her long black hair and height. At age 13 people already knew she will grow up to become a very beautiful woman that meets all the standards of society when it comes to physical beauty. And not only physically was she a beautiful child. Always helpful, cheering and even noisy. No wonder that people kept gathering around her, boys in particular.
Since age 10, Iris went to the assemblies of the Custodi in the high City of Heraklion, which was deemed a mistake by her parents as she did not understand what was going on at all. Iris did not like to attend these meetings, they were sterile, not cheerful or fun at all. They were not a place for a child of her age to be around, despite not having an age restriction or anything similar. What Iris realized there however, was that she was not really interested in the Custodian politics or way of living beside the high standards of Gilaos, and it would soon become clear to her that this was not where she wanted to stay forever.
It wasn't long after she turned 17 that these thoughts started to cath up to her. Her family had tried everything regarding her education, but nothing worked. They paid multiple teachers, even tutors, with all sorts of personalities. She's had very nice teachers that attempted to get her to learn on her own by making it as interesting as possible for a child, as well as teachers that were not nice at all, and instead tried to be very strict to basically force her into learning. Her parents had not given up on her, however. Over time, Iris got even more focused on her appearance, but never losing that positive attitude, with her dream still in mind. "You don't require good grades or talent to be beautiful" after all, and she knew that.
Throughout history, humankind has shared an innate trait – the desire to explore. Iris was no different. She thought that even though Heraklion was the most beautiful place of Crete, it could not be the most beautiful place in Hispania, or even Sirius, or even the galaxy. At age 20, she decided that after becoming Heraklions most beautiful (in her opinion, as well as the opinion of the endless amount of boys of her age), it was time to find a place that would suit her. She admired Heraklion, and every single corner of it, even if she knew that eventually, she'd have to leave it to find the most beautiful place in existance.
For the first time in her live, she realized that she would need to learn something. Being able to travel around was essential, and just looking good and being very nice was only useful to a degree. Her family had still not given up on her at this point and finally seeing a spark of will to learn something made them happy. However, being disappointed and shown that Iris was not able to learn and study really well, they had their doubts. The conditions they had was that Iris would get all the funding that she required, however they did not find her a teacher again. Her inability to learn had spread around Gilaos by this point, and partially even around Heraklion. It was the reputation of Heraklions shining star that now caught up to her, and none of the Pilots that were famous for being able to command a space ship really well were willing to teach her. After all it would have brought shame upon their own name if they failed to teach someone else their branch of work. It was disappointing for Iris to see that, despite always being helpful and cheering, nobody was willing to show her how to get around in space. But even then that did not make her lose hope.
The only way for her to get around was to travel alongside other Cretans, her Benitez. Naturally, as she was used to the large villas of her family in Gilaos and Akros, Iris had a hard time getting used to the tiny space available on a Transport, but those ships were the only available craft for a normal Cretan to get around on. There were Luxury Liners on Crete, but those were reserved for the Council and Custodians as well as very few other people. Her parents did not believe she would be entirely fine on her own, and as such they entrusted a team of their own employee's with taking care of their first born child. The crew of that transport had seen Iris grow up, and so they took their job very serious. After all, she had been nicec to them all the time and people had been liking her ever for that reason alone.
Space was way more beautiful than Iris had ever imagined. She's been flying around with her crew for quite some time, visiting more than just a handful of different systems and bases to find someone suitable and willing to train anyone of her caliber. They attempted to talk to the Hogosha, more than once, but Iris did not find anyone that she considered good enough to train her. Not because she was arrogant, but rather because she knew that she had failed time and time before and that left it's marks on her, even if she never showed anyone.
After attempting the Hogosha and most other Corsair bases in the Omicrons, there was still noone found that Iris thought would be good enough. It has been four years, and after countless visits she figured that there simply was no pilot under the allies of Crete that would be able to get her in a good enough shape to be able to fly a ship on her own, and ultimately finding what she has been wanting to find. As a result, it was decided by her and her family that she was allowed to visit Zoner Bases to look out for Pilots willing to teach her. She was given the Alias Heraklion, to hide the fact that she was a Cretan. Not many people beside the Corsairs knew of Heraklion, after all.
The first few Zoner bases, being the Freeports in Theta and Omega-41 were unsuccessful. There was a great variety of people on the Freeports, but most of them were Zoners, other Corsairs and sometimes other people as well, which all did not look promising enough for Iris to overcome her own fear of failing once more.
At November 824 Enma Loyola has received a message that there's a young lady seeking for her audience. Request is filed in the most polite manner, there is a little reason to refuse. Though, as Guildmistress of the Core Enma has a little time. But talking a low effort commitment.
Meeting Iris in a small conference room at the Freeport 11, En would wear her beloved black short dress and high heels. Sitting at comfortable chair with one silent Arcani agent behind her back, she would invite Iris to take her seat as well. Hola, I am Dona Enma, Guildmistress of the Core, you have requested a meeting, but you did not specify the reason. I assume it's a sensitive matter, considering your origin.
Shes nervous as she enters the room. Her long, black hair is waving a little bit, her arms are shaking. Her shoes with high heels make a sound everytime she takes a step. Her crew is always only a few steps behind her, their shoes not nearly as loud as Iris'. She looks ahead, but not for long. A blonde woman sits infront of her, a man behind.
This was the first time that she's been this nervous about meeting a potencial teacher, one that might actually be able to show her how to fly. The woman infront of her, Enma Loyola is well dressed, or so she thinks, as she takes a glance at her every few seconds. Kalhmera, may I sit down? She mumbles.
Enma sounds as friendly as it gets for talking to a person from Crete. She would make a gesture inviting Isis to sit. Loyola crosses her legs, making herself comfortable. Sure, you don't have to worry though. We are at neutral ground and I have accepted your request to meet, which is a success in it's own. Given a fact that your kind is somehow different from the Brotherhood and their style of communication. Now, what brings you to talk to an enemy of your people?
To be blunt... well.
She sits down and puts one of her legs above the other. She is still nervous, but after hearing the Guildmistress in a tone that she did not expect, she calms down a little. Her hands still shake a little as she puts them on the desk. I have heard rumors of your piloting skills, νεαρή κοπέλα (lady). She fake-coughs a little, trying to hide her greek accent as good as possible. I came to confirm that.
Enma would chuckle, looking quite amused with a young visitor from Crete. I can pilot a ship and fight decently, but people usually want me for the other talents. Am I having good pilots under my command as well. I still don't know why would you request a meeting for that.
Loyola would take a glass of soda from the table in front of them. Iris would have the one in front of her as well.
Well.. Iris never stuttered before. This was the first time she did, ever. I've been looking for someone to show me how to fly one for a very long time now. She looks Loyola in the eyes, not only glancing anymore but almost staring fanatically. This cost her alot of nerve already, and she has never been really patient.
Loyola places the glass back on the table, she could not hide her confusion. Look girl, you suggest me to train my direct foe, you. You do realize that it's not going to work that way? Tell me who you are and what is your position on Crete. You look like you are from the rich family.
Iris shrugs. This was not what she had expected. She was not wearing anything special today, nor did she have any jewelry with her right now. Well. One could say we are rich I suppose. I'm just a normal citizen, actually. The first daughter of the Vasilakes family. She takes a deep breath in. νεαρή κοπέλα, I know that this is a strange request, but as things stand right now I have no real interest in Cretan politics, otherwise I would have not reached out to you.
Loyola looks slightly disappointed when learns that she's a citizen. Maybe that's because she's having rather bad stereotypes about the Corsairs. Mhm. Person behind me will make some background checks. In any event, I will not invest into you without a certain guarantees. If me or most likely one of my man train you, I want you to stay my pilot. I know it's uneasy step for a person of your origin, considering I am an Outcast. But the decision is yours.
Iris rolls her eyes a bit. This was exactly what she was expected, so it did not come as a real suprise. That's alot that I would have to give up. As I said before, I don't mind that much, but still. I have a few conditions, too. Are you willing to hear them?
Enma nods, understanding her feelings, she herself had to make such decisions back in the day. Well I am here to listen to you. Speak up.
Well, It's not alot I guess either way. I want to be able to visit Crete every now and then, when I miss my family and my friends. I obviously will hesistate before shooting any of my Benitez, if it ever comes to that. And last but not least, if it looks like the training won't do anything for me, I want to be allowed to leave again. She speaks, still very shy, but louder than before, indicating that she feels more comfortable.
Enma would reach to touch her hand, getting her own above it. She knows how that girl feels and now it's even somehow a moment an empathy for her. I understand how you feel. I've left Malta for some time too. Once they learn about it, they are likely to deny you visiting your home. But the policies of Elders will lead Crete to defeat sooner or later. And I am planning to be the one who will step in when it's falls. I will need locals to govern it, someone who I could trust, by the time that could be you. As I understand you are here, because you did not find yourself at home, right?
It's not really that that.. you know. I still love my hometown, my family and my friends. But I'm looking for something else, something that I cannot find on Crete, or without the ability to pilot a ship. Iris said, looking directly at Loyola while she was speaking. I'm not a big politician myself, but I know for a fact that, at least my family, will not defy me for having a mentor that is not from Crete. After all, that is why I have been travelling around for all this time.
Loyola notices how dedicated Iris is, even if she won't get a lot of use from her, this will be interesting. I am also taking risks by trusting a person from Crete, but from what I can see you are telling the truth. Don't ever betray me and you will get what you desire. I can provide some opportunities, be it political or any other. So... shall we shake our hands?
Well, that's what I came here for! Iris said in excitment. Finally she found someone that would be willing to train her, and properly at that.
En stands up, dismissing a man behind her with gesture. She would expect Iris to stand up too and then close in to firmly shake her hand. Welcome to the familia. Just make sure not to tell anyone where you from. You look not much like most of the Corsairs, so it would not be hard to cover up.
She nods as she listens to Enma. Yes, I will try my best to hide the fact that I am a Cretan. Thank you very much for taking on the task of training me.
We are pleased to announce that no other than @"Omicega" is taking the first in command position in LG|. @Shiki will stay as second in command, he's pretty bad so probably he will get demoted even further in time.
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