Who is Mr. Unknown? Mr. Unknown is a high ranking official of the LSF, who enjoys his job, but unfortunately has a hidden dark side. He hides his true identity so as not to be identified by his superiors and risk loosing his job or even having to face prison time. Mr. Unknown has his hands in many illegal dealings from smuggling, to pirating, to assassinations. He deals with all types of unlawfuls, but still never fails to do his duty while in uniform. One thing that needs to be made clear is; Mr. Unknown does not have split personalities. He is fully aware of all that he does, both good and bad, but he still does them as it gives him a feeling of being in control. To help in his constant effort to keep his identity safe Mr. Unknown rarely gets his own hands dirty, but instead pays his 'employees' well and does not tolerate failure.
This is where his story begins...
(Somewhere in Liberty space, on an unknown ship, in a dark office a man sits behind his desk starring at his out into space through a large portal. The office is large, but eerily dark and under lit, there is a large mahogany desk in front of the man with a computer console sitting in the middle. Hanging on the walls are several military items from a case with many medals, to a pair of blaster rifles in the shape of an X over top a Liberty Flag. The man continues to stare out the portal for several minutes before he turns around, presses a button on his desk, and a female voice breaks the silence.)
Secretary: Yes sir, what can I do for you?
Mr. Unknown: Two things dear, first I'd like you to bring me some of that Bretonian rum that was just sent in from one of my employees. I've got a hankerin, to wet my whistle a little bit. Also, I'd like you to bring me the list of potential new hires for my... alternative ventures.
Secretary: Yes sir, anything else?
Mr. Unknown: Not at this time, but I will be having you schedule interviews here in the near future; and as always this is to be completely confidential between you and I.
Secretary: Oh of course sir, absolutely. You have my word... well you can actually have whatever part of me you want, but that's neither here nor there.
Mr. Unknown: I don't know what I ever did to deserve you, but I am glad to have you sweetheart. Thanks.
(After a few minutes pass Mr. Unknown's secretary enters the room with a bottle of rum in one hand and the data file in the other. She hands the file to Mr. Unknown, pours him a short glass of rum, and kisses him on the cheek before saying)
Secretary: Anything else I can do for you?
Mr. Unknown: Not right now, I just need some time to look over this file. Thanks.
(The secretary leaves the room and Mr. Unknown sips on his glass of rum while reviewing the data file.)
there was a complete silence. the only sound that could be heard was the whirr of some equipment and the sound of the Proserpine in cruise, heading for manhatten.
throughout the journey from texas to manhatten, my thoughts were waging a war within my mind, preventing me making a final decision..
"i wonder if i will regret this. i have never assisted a lawful, but in this instance, im a little hesitant. the pay is what i demand, the job seems easy. well. lets meet this Mr. Unknown and see for ourselves what hes made of..."
i passed a wreck of ships. all seemed to be outcast and hacker ships, with a few liberty navy wrecks. there were repair ships in full force, fixing like crazy. you could see the glimpse of the odd junker zooming in and out throught the wreck looking for something they could use, of even sell at a profit.
"seems the navy has been keeping busy.."
the first tradelane link to manhatten from fort bush had been under heavy fire, and temporarily dis-engaged for repairs.. i moved to the next one, docked and reached manhatten.
plante manhatten. there is was in all its glory. busy as always. a little too busy methinks.. i proceeded to docking the Proserpine in manhatten. once i had landed, i headed for the bar to look for my 'mystery client'
there he was.. sitting in a corner with the lights out, and a hood on. who wears a hood in these days and times..i went up straight to the table and addressed the client.
"eyo holmes. you good? right. down to business..."
(ooc: i accept your offer to be the merc in this case. im starting off the RP with my side here.
oh and one more thing. my merc character will be speakin a bit like the black people do these days. i mean that slang they use. i got the idea for that since i listen to a lot of rap/rnb/ hip-hop music.)
' Wrote:..i went up straight to the table and addressed the client.
"eyo holmes. you good? right. down to business..."
(Mr. Unknown stares at the man in front of him for a few seconds studying his movements, body language, and just taking in the man's appearance. He then gestures for the man to have a seat as he says...)
Aye, my friend, aye. But please sit down and join me for a drink. I took the liberty of ordering us up some of the finest ale Liberty has to offer. And do not fret you are safe here. I have seen to it that the local guards do not patrol this area for at least the next 24 hours.
(The man sits down at the table as an attractive waitress brings over two mugs of ale and sets them before the two men. Mr. Unknown lifts his mug up first and motions for his table mate to do the same.)
To prosperity!
(Mr. Unknown clashes his mug with the man's then takes a swig. The man seems reluctant at first to take a swig, but does, then sets his mug down and gives Mr. Unknown a look as to say, 'let's get on with it'. Mr. Unknown places his mug back on the table and begins to speak...)
Ok, so I bet you are wondering what type of business I had for you, am I right?
(The man nods in acknowledgement.)
Well, it's rather simple really I need a man that can take out the trash if you know what I mean. Sometime's it's law breaking trash, and others it's more along the lines of... hmm how can I put this? Well, along the lines of excessive trash that needs to be removed in order for things to progress. Understand where I'm coming from?
liberty ale.. bah. ive tasted drinks much better than this riff-raff.
"right. im here, your here. i will start off with discussing the terms of tha job aite?
1. you give me the target's name, known associates, haunts, and any other relevant information.
2. when im discussing business, i want no other bull**** aite? chattin randomly is one thing, but business is at the other end of the spectrum. the sooner yo get that, the better it will be for both of us.
3. i normally work alone, but if the situation arises, i may ask for assistance. if that becomes the situation, the pay will be increased to compensate the assisstant.
4. the deal will be set before hand, with specific details. no wavering off from the original deal, or i cancel the deal, and there will be trouble for you.
my life may not be much, but i do have a set of rules that i follow strictly. break those rules, and we may be having a fallout"
all the time while i spoke, i saw the figure sipping his ale, listening intently in complete silence. the lack of body language from him actually had me thinking twice if i would ever regret this moment..
" these are the terms. do you accept?"
as soon as i finished speaking, i picked up the mug, and drained it within seconds. i placed the mug on the table, and awaited an answer from this silent figure.
(As the man finished his ale Mr. Unknown sat back for a second and contemplated wether he had just bared witness to a complete lack of disrespect directed at him, or if the man was just testing the waters to see how much he could get away with.)
I want you to realize something; while I appreciate the rules you set for yourself, I understand the need for them, and I respect the fact that you are so confident in your ability, do not take me so lightly as to make idol threats. I always come well prepared. Just take a look around the room...
(the two first look up at the bar at two dark men in trench coats and upon Mr. Unknown's nod they quickly flash two blaster rifles hidden in their coats then return to their drinks. Mr. Unknown and the man then look to the table directly behind the man and two more men flash their rifles. After this the two focus back in on one another.)
As you can clearly see I do not come into these situations lightly, but let's not dwell on that. I like you, I mean you are a little rough around the edges, but that's just the kind of guy I need. As for business, let's get to it. I have two targets in mind for your first mission. You can take on either or both if you like. One will be much harder then the other, but I'll leave that to you to decide. First the easier of the two targets I'd like taken out fly's under the name =LSF=Black_Dog. I am not exactly sure what ship he is in at the moment, but I believe he likes to fly either an avenger or a cruiser. He tends to stick close to Liberty space, so shouldn't be hard to find. As for the second more difficult target, this will be one you might need to bring a few associates with you in order to take down as he flies a Battleship most often. The target is another member of the Liberty Security Force, he is =LSF=The Wise. Again Liberty space would probably be the best place to spot him. Now, just in case you were wondering why I've placed hits out on two members of my own team, let me just put it this way... they've annoyed the wrong person at one time or another. Finally, the matter of compensation; just let my secretary know what your fees are and I will transfer you the money once the job is completed. Here are the files on the two targets and I look forward to hearing the good news that these two have been exterminated. Until then...
(Mr. Unknown hands the man two files, then stands up and walks out the door of the bar. Following immediately behind are about eight body guards including the two from the bar and the two from the table.)
empty threats.. ive seen worse before.. i dont think he realises that life in the 'hood prepares a man since childhood for such things... all the same, the targets are in place, they only need eliminating. not a hard task..
i picked up the files and reviewed them...
" eh? what in the name of... him? but he was... hmm. not a bother. i wont let him live this time."
i picked the files and headed to my ship to plan the strikes and get a bit of shut eye..
(Back in Mr. Unknown's dark office he sits in his chair again and thinks aloud to himself.)
Mr. Unknown: 'Hmm, things are finally starting to fall into place it seems. The first of my mercenaries are on the job as I sit here, and I've got a few interviews lined up for the next phases of my master plan. Ah, but not to get ahead of myself. First we need to weaken the LSF and the rest of Liberty.'
(Mr. Unknown thoughts are interrupted by his Secretary's voice coming through the intercom.)
Secretary: Sir, Mr. Rocconan is here to see you. Shall I send him in?
Mr. Unknown: Yes, send him right in, I've been expecting him.
(Mr. Rocconan enters the room and heads in front of Mr. Unknowns desk stands at attention and salutes him. Mr. Unknown acknowledges this sign of respect, and then motions for him to have a seat.)
Mr. Unknown: At ease soldier. No need for formalities here. I bet you are wondering why I have asked you here today, aren't you?
(Mr. Rocconan nods.)
Mr. Unknown: Well, I have a business proposition for you. I know you have connections with a certain smugglers group, don't ask me how I know this, but understand I do and I'm not here to court marshal you. In fact as I said before I have a proposition for you... I could use you as an informant from within the lower ranks of the LSF, also as a guy to help me 'clean up' some of the messes that might inevitably pop up from time to time, and finally I could use your assistance with getting certain otherwise 'unobtainable' items brought into Liberty for me. I of course will pay you well, and I believe the arrangement would be most beneficial to us both. I will pay you well, that is not a problem. What do you think? Any questions or concerns?
(Mr. Unknown pauses and awaits the response of Mr., Rocconan)
i woke up next day and made a move to the bar for a nice hot breakfast. took a seat in a corner and was waiting for the food to arrive when i overheard some people talking.
"...sure they said they had some work there..."
"...right to do such atro..."
"hmm. seems like my breakfast will have to wait." i thought to myself...
i quickly moved to the bar, and told the bartender to cancel my order, and then i made my way to the Proserpine. news such as this rarely reaches the ears of men such as me. launching quickly, i made my way the target's location, which wasnt far from manhatten. upon visual contact, i engaged the target, which at the time had another fighter for assistance.
that was dealt with quick, and i moved onto taking out my first target.
that being done, i returned to manhatten to finish off my breakfast.
" right. one down, one to go. i might need some assistance on this case, so i think its time to call in ma boys from da 'hood." i thought
i moved down to the nearest payphone to make a call...
"eyo fool. hows you doin? listen i got a situation on my hands..."
' Wrote:Mr. Unknown: Well, I have a business proposition for you. I know you have connections with a certain smugglers group, don't ask me how I know this, but understand I do and I'm not here to court marshal you. In fact as I said before I have a proposition for you... I could use you as an informant from within the lower ranks of the LSF, also as a guy to help me 'clean up' some of the messes that might inevitably pop up from time to time, and finally I could use your assistance with getting certain otherwise 'unobtainable' items brought into Liberty for me. I of course will pay you well, and I believe the arrangement would be most beneficial to us both. I will pay you well, that is not a problem. What do you think? Any questions or concerns?
(Mr. Unknown pauses and awaits the response of Mr., Rocconan)
Phil Rocconan removes a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pockets then looks at Mr. Unknown
"May I?"
Mr. Unknown nods and opens a drawer in his desk, taking out an ashtray which he then places near the young; blond-haired, blue-eyed LSF agent.
"Thanks; smoking helps me think."
Rocconan lights up, and takes a drag from his cigarette (ensuring that he exhales in the opposite direction, away from Mr. Unknown and his expensive furniture) then continues speaking.
"So... uh, how do I know that this isn't a trick, a loyalty test? After all; I have just been the subject of an investigation by IA, one that was suspended due to a lack of evidence linking me to any smuggling organisations or individuals who are members of such things. For all I know; you could be trying to get me to incriminate myself, sorry."
(An almost evil and errie smile crosses Mr. Unknown's face as he reaches into another drawer in his desk and pulls out a file marked with a 'Top Secret' stamp.)
Mr. Unknown: Who do you think put a stop to the investigation in the first place? You either have to know someone high up or they will not stop until they've completely exhausted all their leads. As you will see from this file they had more evidence then you care to know, but yet as you can see with my signature there on the bottom the investigation was halted and left 'unsolved'. Here take a look for yourself.
(Mr. Unknown hands Mr. Rocconan the file and watches his demeanor change as he reads the information within.)
Mr. Unknown: Still think I'm out to get you? Trust me, I have more to loose here if this meeting was made known to certain high commanders in the LSF then you do.