Yanim reclined in her seat. "It takes quite a different set of experiences to stand on your own two feet than it does to serve a state," she replied, dismissively. "Ask me anything you want."
Jag looked over and organized the various equipment within the armory, from the firearms within differing states of repair and the like. Jag decided to have it's implant to find an miscellaneous communication to play in the mean time.
The implant picked up the live footage of an ongoing press event on Acropolis, one of the Attica's natural satellites within the system of Elysium.
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-Yes and along our new improvements within the last year, our advancements have proven to allow for far more complex programming then anything our competitors have to offer in the fields of automated protection." The spokesmen explained to the press.
Sanding with two of many towering city guards of the Attica system. Large sliver construct built in the shape of an usual biped, through far tallier and with an large cloak decorated in the colors and insignia of the Elysium system hiding their steel, intimating bodies from pubic view.
Phompson took an moment to breath, closing his eyes for spit moment to before resuming his energetic posture towards gathering crowd of reporters. "But yes, next question." He stated.
"Representative Phompson. GNN, We would like to ask about Argos's involvement during the "The Oracle war", particularly that of the invasion of Zeruel by the late Saw's forces. What can answer on this subject, Sir?" The reporter asked boldly.
Phompson grind the teeth within his mouth slightly at the question, deeply uncomfortable but nonetheless willing to answer as he looked up back towards him.
"Yes of course." He said, smiling. Putting back his energetic posture in font of crowd. Setting his hands on the pedestal standing in font of him.
"Argos was contacted by the HarkArk Corporation to participate within the operation yes but once Saw's....True motives we're revealed to us all, they took the initiative to extensive gain as much footage on ground as they could." He told the crowd, his tone begin to change.
Taking an breath of air as he looked down on the pedestal before rising eyes towards the crowd.
"Yes, Argos was on Zeruel. Yes, they we're in the dreaded 'sector 4' section incident but they made sure those who took part in the....More savage actions that day we're in full view of the rest of the galaxy to be judged." He stated coldly towards the reporters with stern tone sneaking into his words as he continued.
"And yes. If UGC wasn't so incompetent. Then much of the war criminals running around unchained, taking slaves and terrorizing whoever as they please while UGC prepares for another unpopular war." Phompson said with sense of anger, taking his hands off from the pedestal afterwards.
The area stood silent for about quarter of minute. Phompson stood upright to look over the crowd, before letting an deep sign. "I'll take another question." He said under his breath towards crowd.
"Representative Phompson. Steven Stars, Intergalactica Prime. What do have say about the controversial activity on Eden and other the nearby systems within the western quadrants by Argos? It that due to the rise of activity from both the TirEnterprise and-"
"Well's hardly an question and more of a beginning to an very long conversation about a very expansive topic that we simply don't have time to dive into today." Phompson said with his hand in the air, politely interrupting the reporter as best he could.
"But yes, I will tell you something that you will find to be an reasonable answer." He said as again he put his hand onto both sides of the pedestal. Leaning towards the crowd.
"Yes while Argos might seem to be 'expanding' or what some may calm to be that of 'warmongering'. That is simply not the case in all actuality, they they are an prominent member in the Defense Directorate. The investigations led first and third party agencies have, while finding issues within their command structure and put them under review. Have not deemed that Argos is or was, rouge organization or as, some naysayers like to spin it, an Terrorist syndicate." Phompson lean inwards as he spoke, his shoulders holding him up as he to look towards a settled focal point above the center of the crowd.
Phompson then begin pull his hand off the pedestal, standing upright towards the crowd. "These..Like all controversies, complaints and what have you about Argos and the Combine on whole are unfounded."
Phompson then pulled his sleeve, looking at the current time through an very primitive terrain analog watch.
"Nonetheless, My time here is done. Our next press presentation will be within the next month." Phompson said as he prepared to walk off the stage.
"Thank you all for you're time."
[QUOTE=Sega Saturn;49892331]Yanim reclined in her seat. "It takes quite a different set of experiences to stand on your own two feet than it does to serve a state," she replied, dismissively. "Ask me anything you want."[/QUOTE]
Yuga narrowed her eyes.
"Is professional the word you would use to describe when you blew out that trade port and hijacked Neashas ship, the original belladonna? And have you given thought to your promise to return the medallion that you acquired that day?"
She began walking around the holotable slowly.
"Or perhaps your ultimately successful plan on Zeruel that left one crew member dead and another disillusioned ?".
She stopped and looked back to Yanim, "Do not test me... Mr Sidikan."
((Gonna go to a hockey game so I might be slow to respond))
Rask's eyes lit up as he heard Yuga's veiled threat. Reflexively, his palm landed on the handle of his pistol as he questioned her. "Or what, exactly?" Yanim stopped him with a wave of her hand. Calmly, the Boss rose to her feet and smirked at the ayr.
"If you had done this research and come to view me so poorly before, then you wouldn't be standing here on my bridge, taking orders. So that means you've been picking my brain, as your species is apt to do, ever since you came face to face with me. But if that's what you've done, you should know better: you can't intimidate me." Turning away from Yuga, Yanim slowly walked to the empty pilot's chair and ran her hand across the console, looking out over the bright skyline ahead. "My life and my profession are inseparable. What I have done, and what I have been forced to do, to stay alive and to advance my cause, are the body of this profession."
There was a silence for a moment as Yanim willfully allowed certain memories to cross her mind. "There were times when I made mistakes, of course," she said as she remembered the death of Virin Rozel, the fallen comrade Yuga had mentioned, "but I have paid for those mistakes," she said as a memory of a funeral on Duroma followed. "They are my own, and I acknowledge them. You have no right to excuse yourself of your own shortcomings by comparing them to others', Yuga.
"Make such an errant threat again, and I'll put you in the brig," Yanim concluded. There was a thump as the ship set down on the landing pad. "We've arrived. Will that be all, navigator?"
[B][Mission Start][/B]
Current Objectives:
* Meet the new crewmembers
* Determine the identity of the Mafia's chosen Grand Prix winner
* Arrange the fixing of the Grand Prix race
Abrax pulled out of the bathroom and went to the Labs. He saw the completed product he made before he slept for Frosty. Once he shows he plans to give it to him and just simply pour it on his finger.
Yuga looked at Yanim, who by her previous experience with the Ayr was only focused on this moment and not thinking about anything else.
She narrowed her eyes, staring miniscule daggers at her contractor. "For now..."
After hearing the announcement, Frosty headed to the bridge to inquire more about what's going on. Since Yuga showed him around the bridge so freely, he thought he didn't need any kind of clearance to show up unannounced.
He saw Yuga, but also two others he did not know. He turned to the figure on what looked like was the captain's seat.
"Excuse me, I do hope I am not interrupting anything important, but I assume you are the captain of this vessel?"
Rask held out a hand as if to say stop, but was interrupted by Yanim, who sprung to her feet. "Right... You need to come with me," she said, guiding him back out the door into the main tunnel. Rask followed, subtly drawing his pistol now that the stranger was within arm's reach of the captain. Yuga was left alone on the bridge. "I've heard that you're seeking some sort of employment," Yanim continued. "Do you know what sort of business we're operating here?"
"I do not, though it doesn't seem to be military nor raider. All I know was that your crew rescued me. For this, I feel that I am in your debt. I don't know what your navigator told you, but to make this short, I cannot remember a single shred of my past or my identity. But what I do know is that I am very, very good at flying. The starfighter I was frozen in was also rescued. I recently checked to see if it still functioned, and it does. In other words, I am a pilot, I have a ship, I want to be of assistance. How may I help you?"
"We're freelancers. We take contracts from those who are willing to pay our premium," Yanim explained. "We aren't pirates, as you said, but we are lawless. We prefer to work in the interest of the disempowered, and we wish to liberate the minds and talents currently enlisted in the perpetration of galaxy-wide exploitation. Understand?"
"Yes," the pilot answered. Yanim couldn't tell if he meant it or not.
"What's your name, pilot?" she asked.
"They call me Frosty, as I can't remember my own name. What is yours, captain?"
Vakarus finished meditating and went for the bridge, currently occupied by only Yuga and Neasha. He nodded towards Yuga. "Greetings Yuga'ayrin, will you be joining the rest of the warhost for some "sighseeing"?"
Yuga stood with her back turned to Vakarus, looking at the port outside of the bridges windows.
"I'll go out to acquire some more incense for my compass' burner. And I will also try to locate a buyer who would be interested in the salvage we recovered from the asteroid belt."
She turned around and walked up to Vakarus on the upper level of the bridge.
"What do you intend to do?"
He nodded. "I had no plans intended for myself, perhaps I will follow you. While you are no doubt formidable in battle, a Warhost is only strong in numbers."
Yuga looked at the compass, which along with a map of the port and surrounding areas showed the local time. She closed the lid on the compass and looked up to Vakarus.
"That is where you would be mistaken, Va'un. Whilst I do carry a sword it is mostly ceremonial and I my skills in sparring are only so useful against armed opponents."
She eyed Vakarus from top to toe and back.
"All though, with your appearance, skills and both our telepathic abilities I have faith that we will not require the need to instigate any violence during our leave. Shall we depart?"
Vakarus couldn't help but smile briefly. "Of course, Yuga'ayrin. I will be your blade and, if needed, your shield."
He motioned for her to take the lead.
Having finished cleaning the mess hall, Alex went to the cargo hold to wait and see if others wanted to go and see the sights. While waiting he had a thought about some of the positions on the ship that were still empty. He send a message to Rask.
[QUOTE]Do we have room for more people? Thinking of looking for recruits.[/QUOTE]
Yuga and Vakarus walked to the ramp that lead out of the ship and into the port.
Yuga used the terminal at the exit to mark her and Vakarus as away in the ships computer.
They began walking to a bazaar that was situated next a casino and a large area with hotels, bars and restaurants. The casino and the recreational area was connected to a giant dome where the motorshops and pits for the racers were located, along with the spectator booths reserved by companies or the wealthy.
Yuga and Vakarus blended in well with the crowd in the bazaar, a small Ayr in decorative uniform escorted by a tall and mighty Vakr. To other they looked like a wealthy trader with her bodyguard, which suited their needs perfectly.
As the walked, Yuga communed with Vakarus separately.
"I must ask you for your honest opinion, Va'un. Our contractor, it seems to me like she has a very strong and concrete mindset and opinions about the nature of the galaxy. What are your thoughts?"
As Jag spent it's time within the confines of armory, readying itself however it could. It begin find pieces of an dissembled weapon that could be very useful hidden under pies of broken and worn out weapon parts.
Jag started to think over it's plan on when they arrived on Prospera, this world wasn't the safest place Jag could visit. Especially since the last time Jag's visit.
Nevertheless, it begin to start assembling the deconstructed weapon before the gravity shift of the Muramasa landing on Prospera caused Sanghvi to fall over, breaking the weapon again into many pieces upon the floor of the armory.
Jag took an moment to pick itself, attempting to pick itself up from off the metal floor of the armory. Afterwards, Jag begin to briefly read over the massage sent by it's contractors to rest to the of the entire crew.
The Sanghvi rushed itself to quickly adapt to the world's gravity along with taking an generous supply of hand held munitions. Hiding them under it's cloak before taking an small firearm from an nearby weapon rack.
Jag then hastily looked on various sites on both this world pubic database and the built in and regularly updated within it's implant for an particular bounty.
After one quick look, Jag turned off it's implant and stared onto the wall for an moment before it slowly let it's eye look down wall.
Jag then gave it's equipment one last look and left the room in fanatic walk towards the cargo bay to leave in haste.
[this part of the post takes place before the jump to warp]
Despite waiting for what seemed like ages, the kanad didn't seem to acknowledge Owen's presence. "Guess that's a 'no', then" Owen said as he walked away. Owen then made his way to his quarters for an actual nap away from the pilot's chair.
[after warp and arrival at Prospera]
Owen woke up from his nap to find that the ship was now docked at Prospera. Despite is fame in racing circles, Owen didn't need to don any kind of disguise or hide his face. The reason was an old trick by The King back in the 20th century on earth. He never had a media appearance without a big hat and sunglasses, and if he needed to go somewhere unnoticed, then he just took them off.
Owen walked to the airlock and waited for someone to leave the ship with him. While he waited, he wondered who all was entered into the big race. He still remembered some of the big names when he raced, but after his forced retirement, he didn't follow the races anymore.
Amelia ran out of the ship and took a breath of fresh air, took one step forward then tripped on her shoelace and fell flat on her face.
Owen looked as the girl ran outside and faceplanted. "Are you alright?" he asked.
Alex let out a hearty laugh as Amelia planted her face in the ground. He walked over to her to help her up. "You should be more careful."
Amelia gets up, wiping dust off her white tank top, "Yeah, whoops, just took a little tumble that's all, heheh." she puts her hand behind her head, rubbing it.
"Good" Owen said before cracking up
Alex noticed Jag's sorta menacing figure. "Stepping out for fresh air?"
[QUOTE]"Stepping out for fresh air?"[/QUOTE]
Jag paid no attention to Alex shark comment, continuing it's pacing towards the outside of the vessel. Bumming into Amelia after she had just gotten back up.
"They call me Frosty, as I can't remember my own name. What is yours, captain?"
"My name is Yanim Terika, but I don't use the title of 'captain.' In fact, I take no title, but my lieutenants often refer to me as the 'Boss.' As to your skill set, we'll consider it. We'll be on this world for the next three days, enough time to evaluate your usefulness."
Rask interjected after reading a message from Alex. "Boss, Alex just asked me about new recruits. Frosty here doesn't have any money or nothin' of that sorts, so how about I go with Alex and he can tag along with us?"
Yanim considered the implications. "Very well then. Rask, you can supervise him and any other potential recruit since you did such a good job with the last group."
"Thank you," he said. "What are you going to be doing?"
"What do you think?" Yanim snapped. "I haven't had a hit since we last left Duroma."
"Got it. Alright, Frosty, you heard the woman. Let's go find Alex."
Abrax walked out of the entire ship as he signed his status away. Not bothering to leave with others or walk along. Eventually he found a casino called Naughty Nights. He stared above the neon lid sign, shrugging comically, entering.
"Very well, 'Boss'! I very much look forward to serving with your crew."
Frosty then turned to Rask.
"Lead the way. I will follow."
Before he departed, he put on his helmet. He had heard the other crewmembers comment on how strange he looked, so he didn't want to scare away these new 'recruits' that the boss was talking about.
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