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The Old Acquaintances - Stefz - 03-04-2014
After doing some intelligence stuff around Omega systems, Rossi remembered that his work isn't done yet. A couple of days ago, he managed to contact the Reapers in the name of Ghosts, and a meeting was about to start. As he remembered that he is supposed to be there, Valente rushed to Omega 3, heading to Freeport one.
After arriving at the station, he went straight to the bar, asking the bartender to show him the way to the room where Casta and himself were supposed to meet two Reaper representatives. Bartender raised his hand towards a long hall - "Go straight to the end of that hall, there's the room. You can't miss it." Valente noticed a few people who were watching him suspiciously, but he had no time to bother with them, as he was convinced he's late for appointment.
As Rossi finally reached the door, he knocked two times and entered, only to find out he's the first one there. "Well, this is awkward." - he muttered. There was a bottle of tequila and four glasses on the table. He filled a glass and took a seat, waiting for others to arrive.
RE: The Old Acquaintances - Savas - 03-12-2014
The Reaper fighter gently touched down in the hangar of Freeport One, there was a small hiss as the hangar doors closed and the ship was secured in a gravity tether. The cockpit opened, giving way to a beleaguered Tiberio, having just flown a twelve hour sortie around the wildlands that are the Omegas. Only a few hours ago did Tiberio receive orders to accompany the Archon to a meeting with the famed 101st; an organization of legendary repute for being the best warriors the Maltese had to offer, despite their accredited sinful lack of humour. He fought their kind many times during his tenure with the Cretan Navy, he had a bitter opinion of them, to put it gentle.
The fresh, well-oxygenated station greatly reinvigorated the previously beleaguered Tibero as he removed his flight helmet, revealing a young, scarred face. For a Freeport, the place was bustling with characters of all archetypes; explorer, bounty hunter, Zoner, criminal, and so on. Tiberio the lone Reaper strolled through the promenade's crowds and markets, making his way to the bar on the adjacent hemisphere of the promenade. The bar in question was a cheerful place filled to the brim with patrons and illuminated with the characteristic reddish HoloLights favored by many establishments of the borderworlds.
Tiberio took a few minutes to survey the bar and the patrons, taking scans for weapons, bombs and anything else that looked suspicious. The Reapers aren't entirely well-liked by many of the denizens of wild space, his trepidation is well placed. After determining that all was well and normal he went to one of the barmen, a young fellow with shaved hair and a well-exposed 'fonias' tattoo, favored by retired Corsair pilots - perhaps they knew each other. Tiberio spoke to the man in one of the many hybridized Cretan dialects "Ave, I'm here for a meeting...with the Ghosts of all people" the barman chuckled "Down the hall, adelfos, one of them already came in a while ago. You need a drink?" Tiberio reciprocated his countryman's endearing tone "Thanks filar, but no, I'd rather be sober for this".
The two exchanged final pleasantries and Tiberio walked down the hall to the meeting room. As he came up on the door he keyed his communicator "Archon, I've arrived, it's safe for you to dock - just keep a low profile", after the transmission sent he opened the door revealing one of the Ghost diplomats sitting next to a table with tequila and a few glasses on it.
"Signore Rossi, I presume?"
The fresh, well-oxygenated station greatly reinvigorated the previously beleaguered Tibero as he removed his flight helmet, revealing a young, scarred face. For a Freeport, the place was bustling with characters of all archetypes; explorer, bounty hunter, Zoner, criminal, and so on. Tiberio the lone Reaper strolled through the promenade's crowds and markets, making his way to the bar on the adjacent hemisphere of the promenade. The bar in question was a cheerful place filled to the brim with patrons and illuminated with the characteristic reddish HoloLights favored by many establishments of the borderworlds.
Tiberio took a few minutes to survey the bar and the patrons, taking scans for weapons, bombs and anything else that looked suspicious. The Reapers aren't entirely well-liked by many of the denizens of wild space, his trepidation is well placed. After determining that all was well and normal he went to one of the barmen, a young fellow with shaved hair and a well-exposed 'fonias' tattoo, favored by retired Corsair pilots - perhaps they knew each other. Tiberio spoke to the man in one of the many hybridized Cretan dialects "Ave, I'm here for a meeting...with the Ghosts of all people" the barman chuckled "Down the hall, adelfos, one of them already came in a while ago. You need a drink?" Tiberio reciprocated his countryman's endearing tone "Thanks filar, but no, I'd rather be sober for this".
The two exchanged final pleasantries and Tiberio walked down the hall to the meeting room. As he came up on the door he keyed his communicator "Archon, I've arrived, it's safe for you to dock - just keep a low profile", after the transmission sent he opened the door revealing one of the Ghost diplomats sitting next to a table with tequila and a few glasses on it.
"Signore Rossi, I presume?"
RE: The Old Acquaintances - Eternal Nightmare - 03-12-2014
After long flight from Cayman to Omega systems he will be finally able to see the facility called Freeport one from the cockpit of his ship. As soon as he got in range he requested permission to land on the port.
Few minutes later Silver will land his ship on the station, disconnecting all the wires from his nano suit he will jump from the ship not even removing his helmet. Without much hesitation he starts walking towards the place they decided to meet Rossi and Casta.
“I will be there in few minutes” he answered Tiberio.
Passing the bar rapidly he reached the place he was looking for. Then he took of his helm and opened the door entering the room where he saw Rossi and his Reaper no one else. He looked around to see if he is not missing something and turned to Rossi. “Where is Casta I assume she is late?” he leaned on the wall.
RE: The Old Acquaintances - Stefz - 03-12-2014
"I see you both made it. Si, I am one of those you are supposed to be meeting here. As for the other one, Casta, well, did you really think she would appear on time for anything? Let's get real. However, she should be here in a few minutes." - Rossi took a sip of tequila and started playing with the glass as they were waiting for Casta to arrive.
RE: The Old Acquaintances - Casta - 03-12-2014
Not in an outstanding endurable mood to face any sort of arrangement with people that once refrained from contacting her Ghosts to set down same event the time she had called upon Reapers for a meeting, Estefania passes the gravity shielding of the hangar-bays with inordinate speed just to perform an emergency maneuver bringing down her Sabre to the pad she was assigned to by Freeports flight-control.
Terrorizing the ground personnel after jumping off her craft, guards and technicians that ran over to see the situation and to set the intrusive pilot into line, she is close to unlocking her temper upon these people by not just keeping it to words. The gravity-locks click, the cockpit closes and with a touch on the holo-pad that appeared on the inside of her right forearm after hovering her hand over it, Estefania sealed off her Sabre.
The young, crafty woman is an unusual sign on Freeport-One. A true maltese soldier, breathtaking arrogance paired with overconfidence and insolence. This is not one of her best days, not even close to one, at all. This was better worth the effort and will warrant her wasting time to actually attend this convention.
A swift, militaristic-tinted walk down the hanger zone, passing several airlocks before finally entering the hallway on the upper levels, brings her to the into red lights immersed bar. To her a terrific surrounding that is not necessarily improving her current nature. A few people try giving her austere looks, eventually with the intention to frighten her, which is right out returned by Estefanias joyless and strict appearance. Her maltese combat armour, the armament every Ghost soldier is to wear ever since she took over Administration, does in no way hide her ethnic and by what she can see litters up the area there is at least a dozen people in here that want her to discontinue living.
A short look to the appearant trash of a cretan whore behind the counter, recognizable by the well-exposed tattoo, Estefania is signaled the direction where the meeting is to take place.
The door to the conference room opens, clearing the view at one of her soldiers and two of the Reapers. This time leisurely entering, she removes her helmet, putting it on the board next to Rossi. Not really interested into the Reapers for now, Estefania reaches for the tequila and a glass, filling in and shooting it down in an instant. The empty glass slides over the desk and with same action she turns around and reclines on the board, both her hands based behind her back.
Terrorizing the ground personnel after jumping off her craft, guards and technicians that ran over to see the situation and to set the intrusive pilot into line, she is close to unlocking her temper upon these people by not just keeping it to words. The gravity-locks click, the cockpit closes and with a touch on the holo-pad that appeared on the inside of her right forearm after hovering her hand over it, Estefania sealed off her Sabre.
You touch it, I'll kill you.
The young, crafty woman is an unusual sign on Freeport-One. A true maltese soldier, breathtaking arrogance paired with overconfidence and insolence. This is not one of her best days, not even close to one, at all. This was better worth the effort and will warrant her wasting time to actually attend this convention.
A swift, militaristic-tinted walk down the hanger zone, passing several airlocks before finally entering the hallway on the upper levels, brings her to the into red lights immersed bar. To her a terrific surrounding that is not necessarily improving her current nature. A few people try giving her austere looks, eventually with the intention to frighten her, which is right out returned by Estefanias joyless and strict appearance. Her maltese combat armour, the armament every Ghost soldier is to wear ever since she took over Administration, does in no way hide her ethnic and by what she can see litters up the area there is at least a dozen people in here that want her to discontinue living.
A short look to the appearant trash of a cretan whore behind the counter, recognizable by the well-exposed tattoo, Estefania is signaled the direction where the meeting is to take place.
The door to the conference room opens, clearing the view at one of her soldiers and two of the Reapers. This time leisurely entering, she removes her helmet, putting it on the board next to Rossi. Not really interested into the Reapers for now, Estefania reaches for the tequila and a glass, filling in and shooting it down in an instant. The empty glass slides over the desk and with same action she turns around and reclines on the board, both her hands based behind her back.
Hola. I've been told the Archon gives us the questionable honour to attend this event. Who of you would that be?
RE: The Old Acquaintances - Eternal Nightmare - 03-12-2014
As Casta enters Silver would be just watching not interested or impressed from the woman that just entered in the room. As she takes her tequila shot ignoring him and his soldier he will make a small grin on his face. Still leaning on the wall he measures Casta from head to toe and answers her question with his usual cold voice.
“That will be me, you must be Casta?”
RE: The Old Acquaintances - Savas - 03-13-2014
The Maltese were known for their contumelious behaviour, especially when speaking to foreigners. This woman was no exception, her contempt was infectious as she strode into the room hardly acknowledging the two Reapers before consuming a quantity of alcohol. At least the meeting will be quick.
"What is it that the mighty 101st desires from us?"
RE: The Old Acquaintances - Stefz - 03-15-2014
Rossi could feel the tensions growing between the two groups, but he remained calm as he knew that if he lost control over himself, the situation wouldn't be so nice. On one side, he had his current superior, who, despite everything, approved his enlisting into Ghosts. On the other side, there were two Reapers, one already known to Rossi, the other one being someone who got into Reapers after Rossi's time as a leader of Epigoni squadron.
As different thoughts came across his mind, he suddenly winced, took a sip of tequila and pushed the glass to the center of the table. Sometimes, Rossi can seem like he is a bit out of his mind, but that makes him unpredictable so he doesn't even try fixing it. Valente stood up, took a deep breath and started speaking:
"I don't know what your current position is in the Reaper community, but if you were appointed with meeting us here, I think you should be aware of what we desire. I'll give you the background anyways: Everything was running smoothly in Maltese space, but then, something broke the peace and quiet. The Contari family emerged from many other wealthy families, and they gathered enough followers to start a civil war, with, of course, Ghosts."
"After a civil war, the groups came to an agreement: Contari takes over majority of the administration of Malta while Ghosts act as a sort of covert intelligence group, working deep inside enemy territory, or seeking possible alliances that would be beneficial for Maltese as a whole."
"You might've already came to a conclusion. We have in mind a possible cooperation between our groups as there used to be one before you decided to leave Maltese space. Since your superiors accepted this meeting, I don't think I'd be wrong if I said that they are interested in it too. We have nothing to lose, yet, we have so many things to gain from a possible cooperation. We have eyes and ears everywhere, we have advanced technology and a couple of genius-like minds in our ranks. Sharing knowledge and technology between our groups could help both of them reach their ultimate goal. Of course, I am aware that it takes some time and trust-earning to have an alliance which I have in mind, but we are in no rush here."
"Per favore, let me hear your opinions and suggestions."
RE: The Old Acquaintances - Eternal Nightmare - 03-15-2014
After he have heard what the “traitor” in his eyes (Rossi Valente) had to say he turns to Tiberio and smiled then laughed gently not to disrespect Rossi and Casta. Then he looked at the bottle of tequila moving towards it and grabbing it drinking directly from it not even caring how they will react.After he took a big sip from the strong alcoholic drink he turned to Rossi with his usual cold look.
So…You want us to be friends? Like buddies? Like partners? God you guys have some quality cardamine on Malta…Look Rossi. You can’t just come here and offer me piece after ... how many years of war? Can you even remember for how long we have fought? Lohingren, Zavala, Rayes, me? We are not kids to say it was childish play and leave everything behind…We left Malta long time ago for some reason…I bet you know it?
And you are really disrespectful to tell me from the right of the beginning that you want information and technology exchange…Do you think I will give you everything I know just because you have decided to be my friend? No disrespect but friends are made with actions not with words. So I suggest your guys to take it slower…ya’ know if you rush too much you always fail…
RE: The Old Acquaintances - Casta - 03-15-2014
Noticing the to most everyone else imperceptible reaction Rossi shows to what the Archon is stating, Estefania just as subtle gives a sign towards him to stay on a low profile. The contempt that floats his mind is not unknown to her that moment, and to keep the convention civil, despite all repulsiveness shown by the Reapers so far, is crucial to have this work.
Disregarding the other Reaper present, she is closing her eyes to put her own temper down to a level actually empowering her to speak without wanting to skin both of them.
Releasing herself from leaning at the desk, she moves upfront the Reaper that introduced himself as Archon. The other one still not accounting as even existant, Estefania is focussing the Archons view before she continues addressing him. Her tone dead, her voice declaring war on everyone questioning Ghost intentions.
Estefania evidently reached a point where holding down her temper became a task she will likely not effectively accomplish. Her view piercing the Archon, as one targets the prey that is already taken off the chance to escape, yet awaiting the definite impact to release its soul to pass the Archway finding its destiny with the universal contingency of faith and truth.
Disregarding the other Reaper present, she is closing her eyes to put her own temper down to a level actually empowering her to speak without wanting to skin both of them.
You misunderstood, but we'll forgive you that.
For reasons we're not to argue over here, back the days a discord arised which led to your chosen exile from Nacion. I'll rephrase what I've told you once with the transmission you later on never felt necessary to further reply to, which you're also forgiven for now.
Reapers outcasted themselves to pursuit a purpose you knew already back the day you'll never achieve on your own, and as you never came around gathering the needed associations to fulfill what you've tasked yourself with, Reapers by now reached a point you're about to fall over the line that indicates the limit of what you're other than a nuisance, yet not worth to be considered an active player.
For reasons we're not to argue over here, back the days a discord arised which led to your chosen exile from Nacion. I'll rephrase what I've told you once with the transmission you later on never felt necessary to further reply to, which you're also forgiven for now.
Reapers outcasted themselves to pursuit a purpose you knew already back the day you'll never achieve on your own, and as you never came around gathering the needed associations to fulfill what you've tasked yourself with, Reapers by now reached a point you're about to fall over the line that indicates the limit of what you're other than a nuisance, yet not worth to be considered an active player.
Releasing herself from leaning at the desk, she moves upfront the Reaper that introduced himself as Archon. The other one still not accounting as even existant, Estefania is focussing the Archons view before she continues addressing him. Her tone dead, her voice declaring war on everyone questioning Ghost intentions.
We're out to change the future. You've once tried on your own, with results not worth mentioning. Ghosts of Razgriz are offering an opportunity so you can fulfill the role you're demanding for yourself.
We've offered you safe harbor at Ghost facilities within Maltese territory.
We ask you to adhere to an arrangement we're here to develop which will not only give Reapers the chance to run after their very own destiny, but will provide the means for Ghosts to vamp Nacion so it'll survive the current scenario at our borders the Eternal proves us with.
I personally give a flying frakk about what you declare disrespectful to yourself as we're not here to exchange words so anyone of us may feel comfortable, yet we've came together to find a solution both bands in question will agree upon to ensure all of us moving forward into future. Should your state of mind block you from realizing the need you've to make this cooperation work, then I'll question your ability to serve as the Reapers Archon.
Si, we asked and still ask you for everything. And so we're offering you everything.
We've offered you safe harbor at Ghost facilities within Maltese territory.
We ask you to adhere to an arrangement we're here to develop which will not only give Reapers the chance to run after their very own destiny, but will provide the means for Ghosts to vamp Nacion so it'll survive the current scenario at our borders the Eternal proves us with.
I personally give a flying frakk about what you declare disrespectful to yourself as we're not here to exchange words so anyone of us may feel comfortable, yet we've came together to find a solution both bands in question will agree upon to ensure all of us moving forward into future. Should your state of mind block you from realizing the need you've to make this cooperation work, then I'll question your ability to serve as the Reapers Archon.
Si, we asked and still ask you for everything. And so we're offering you everything.
Estefania evidently reached a point where holding down her temper became a task she will likely not effectively accomplish. Her view piercing the Archon, as one targets the prey that is already taken off the chance to escape, yet awaiting the definite impact to release its soul to pass the Archway finding its destiny with the universal contingency of faith and truth.