Marcus sat quietly in the meeting room, checking the clock once again. It had taken much time and mney to arrange, money La Famille had been happy to pay, but now it was possible that an alliance of fortune for all involved could be arranged. Looking around the table he saw the seats reserved for the leaders of diffrent Maquis cell's, representitives of the council, the heads of other Unione Corse famille's and Dons of the Brigand bands. Smiling softly he began to think ahead to the possibilities such a force could achive if the right motivation was applied to each, wether itbe credits, promise of supplies or simple want for vengance. All groups had one comman enemy though, and it was now finally time to Humble them once and for all. Checking the clock again, he see's an Aide enter the meeting room, signaling to him that the first of the deliation had arrived at Bourbon, and where now being lead through the maze of tunnels to the meeting point, deep enougth within the Astroid the La brise called home to ensure secrecy and privicy.
Smiling to himself he thinks once again of the future they can created here today.
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Etien walked into the room behind an aide, staring at a datapad in his hands as names and figures scrolled down the screen. He scowled at the pad for a moment, before putting it away and looking around. His eyes darted around, checking for danger, before relaxing. He nodded to Marcus, before taking a seat, keeping his jacket on despite the warmth of the room.
After a few moments of silence, Etien got bored of waiting for the others to arrive, and took out the pad again, as well as a half empty bottle of wine. Pulling out the cork, Etien began to sip at it while he scrolled through supply reports.
Elohyme walked in with purpose. His shoulders squared and his eyes lit with fire as he strode into the room. He gave a slight bow as he entered the room, and promptly took a seat in the Maquis section. Being the captain of a rag-tag but vengeful group of Maquis battleship hunters had left serious strains upon the man. Grayed hair, frayed clothes, and cracked glasses defined him. Willing to sacrifice all personal leisure to bring down the GRN in any way. He sat with arms crossed silently judging them.
One was already drinking; a bad trait in meetings like this. The other looked like a momma's boy, ready to run away at a moments notice. He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. They were going to need more to get this Alliance started...
The place starts to smell of garlic and tobacco , as the door opens once more...
An old figure shuffles in , his loud breathing betrays he is taking some effort.
His eyes are poking around the room nervous .
They react to even the smallest movement inside the room.
But his shaking hands and slow movements betray he is in the autumn of his life.
He is clearly struggling to stand on his feat.
''For those of you who not know me , i am Jean Franco da Calvi'' , he speaks with a shaking voice.
Old Calvi leans to the wall and stares to the other gentleman that are clearly surpised by his entrance.
''I do not know if there is a chair for me here'' he continues '' But still i came ''.
''My boys they could have been killed'' he whispers in Corse while turning to Marcus ;
who knows the old man had always respected the throne untill recent developments concearning his sons.
''But your ways '' , he pauses '' did get them back home alive and safe ''.
After this short monologue suddenly two of the Calvi brothers walk in .
They carry a luxurious chair and position it in a corner of the room , next to a small table,
On that table they put a glass , a bottle of wine , and a plateau with bread cheese and olives.
While pouring the glass with wine , one of the brothers spills some all over the expensive carpet.
The other brother curses him in Corse , and yells something about ''spending time in the back next flight''
The father sits down , and makes his sons leave the room with a simple handgesture.
He seems far more confident and dominant now .
As he lights his pipe and takes some puffs , the room fills with a sweeth smelling smoke.
Somehow familliar , yet its not definable.
Smoking this pipe distracts him , as he now seems to be studying his food and wine instead of the other gentlemen.
Staring satisfied at his little table , eating drinking and smoking at the same time without saying a word.
He hated the Corse, and what they represent. Greed, corruption, and filth. Just as the Gallic Royal Navy and the Royal Police. But this was something that came across his desk as a shock, a huge shock, even for him.
As he entered the room, people could see that he was wearing ordinary civilian clothing and showing a rather disgusted look on his face as the smell of tobacco amongst other smoked drugs entered his nostrils. Keeping his composer he made his way to an empty chair and sat down in it.
He shook his head slowly, to himself as he thought of what this could do to the reputation of the Republique, but he was willing to take any help needed during the course of the Civil war, and they desperately needed it, no matter how much he, or the other Amirals, say that they didn't need it. He leaned back in the chair and waited for the meeting to start. Looking around the room he made quick notes of the general people before him. Corruption, terror, thieves, and finally himself, a lonely revolutionist. Things must be in favor with the Republique before he would accept any terms, he noted to himself, leaning back in the chair and folding his arms across his chest.
Looking up from his papers, noding respectfully to the representative from the Vassal Calvi famille, before turning his attention to those who have arrived. Smiling softly to himself he notes that that a representative from each of the major factions that he hopes to unite has arrived. Carefully setting aside finantial reports and statistics, he gets to his feet.
"I would like to welcome you all here, to this Conclave of Gallia's most wanted Oui?" A small smile crosses his lips again "We are here because we all have a comman foe, a foe that we know gains strength everyday, a foe who, for the moment, none of us can halm alone." He pauses for a moment, to let the thought settle. "We all have a reason to hate them, be it their defence of a corrupt regime" he says looking directly at the member of the Republique, "Or the need for vengance against comerade lost, or honor tarnished" he adds, now looking at the Legionare and Buteur representatives. "All of us have a comman goal when it comes to them, and so we meet here today, to stand together against them, and perhaps bring suffering to them." he says, frowning now "It is time that we taught the Navy, that they cannot rule our home with an Iron fist, and expect to come away without a bloody nose Oui?"
Taking his seat again, he awaits the responces of the other deligates, carefully checking thier faces for reaction, one does not get to be the head of a famille like the La Brise without being able to read others intentions.
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Etien closed his pad as he listened to the speech, listening intently. He felt a flutter of adrenaline, and bloodlust, the need to get up and attack something that very moment. However, he restrained himself, both because he had no obvious enemies in the room, and because he was no fool. A speech like this would only be worth it if the speaker could back it up with plans. or at least, the beginnings of a plan.
Etien did not stand, merely sat a little straighter in his chair as he spoke.
"Mon ami, your words stir me to fight. However, I will wait until I hear your full intentions before making judgement. I prefer not to make hasty decisions, but you have piqued my interest."
With that, Etien downed the mouthful left of the bottle, and waited to hear what the others would say.
Levesque was a bit more relaxed when the talking started, he waited for the two speakers to finish, then leaned forwards looking directly at the first speaker. "Monsieur, what you're asking is what we already do. Fighting the corrupt crown, and government is why we're in this mess in the first place. Be that we do have problems with them and their ways, but if the people had their way we wouldn't be in this war."
He shook his head, now pushing himself onto his feet and leaning forwards, slamming both hands down on the table. "I want to know why you're deciding to call us all here today, for the first time and attempt to talk about an alliance against the Crown, when we've been fighting this damn war for ages now, losing good men and women. Why are you attempting to aid us now? What underlining goals do you have that will destroy our potential future?" His expression was blank, and his tone was threateningly serious.
He remained standing for a few more minutes, "I want this damn war over with and I want it over with now. I want it over with quickly, and without anymore pathetic bloodshed. The royalists are people just like you and I." He sighed heavily and sat back down in his seat, "But they think, and act like machines." He mumbled, propping his arms up on the arm rests and interlocking his fingers in front of him. "I hardly see the Corse doing anything."
Quenneville wasn't too enthusiastic about this meeting. It just didn't feel right, for some reason. Despite that, he chose to attend to it, and hopefully achieve something positive out of it, for the good of the Council but most of all - for Gallia.
He entered the meeting hall. Wearing his usual military uniform, but not spruced up with medals and other decorations - just his General badge. He nodded at the crew, and walked to his seat.
Bonjour. Do excuse my delay, gentlemen, but as you know, Gallia is a very busy place to be in times like these, and finding time even for such important meetings is difficult. I hope I haven't missed anything imperative.
He took a seat and waited for the others to continue.
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Sighing as he see's that they have a late arrival he turns his attention once again to the member of the Republique "you accuse us of not assisting you, perhaps this will prove to you otherwise" he says, passing across several sheets of paper, computer printouts. "You will find they contain a listing of medical supplies, millitary equipment, food and other supplies, which where apropriated through legal front corperations or illegal means, which have all arrived anonmously on Marne within the past two months, and although we did proft from this venture, you can see that all of these supplies have been of great value to your comrades oui?"
Taking out another set of sheets he passes them along as well "As you can see from these images we have also assisted several sirians with gaining safe access to Champaine, and even hidden them within our walls here at Bourbon" Frowning now he sits back "We may not openly defy the crown as you do, but we have provided you with the means to do so yourself, and allowed potential allies to arrive at your door safely. Do not question our willingness to assist in this endevour, you should instead question why it would be a smart idea to jepodise our ability to make legal contacts by openly defying the GRN oui?"
"What I am suggesting we attempt to form here today, is an alliance of neccessity, where each group does its part to make the life of the GRN that much harder, every group here has something to offer in this reguard, and with all working as one I suspect we can provide a formidable opponent"
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