Cristina was sitting in her office at Corsica, obviously waiting for someone to arrive. She seemed a little nervous about the whole thing but she somehow managed to stay calm while waiting for her guests.
I hope they won't be late, for their sake...
Cristina quietly whispered while looking at the Razgriz Black Hole through her window.
The silence in the room was quickly broken as the first to arrive, Death Runner, emerged from the hallways and rolled his wheelchair inside the office. He smiled slightly at the administrator and parked himself to the side of the room. The man looked around a bit, confused.
"I assume the others are indeed coming, yes? Well, I suppose I am a bit early.. or perhaps too punctual. Anywho, it is nice to see you again Miss Mancini. I would ask what this was all about, but then it occurred to me you would be answering that four times if everyone asked. Heh."
Set walked calmly into the office, two large men at his sides, each of with showed a complete lack of.. Well, anything.. They where stone-faced, showing no sign of emotion or care. Set on the other hand was the opposite, he smiled at the two in the office and gave a fancy bow.
"Aaah, Mister Death Runner, or do you prefer Death? And Administrator Christina.." He waved at the two bulky men at his sides and they left the room again.. He then looked at Christina again, this time with a smile on his lips..
"Did you know miss Christina that I've been around long enough to know five of your predecessors? They where all good Outcasts you know, all capable and of course some more then others."
He chuckled and shook his head..
"Forgive me dear, I mean no offense of course.. I'm just.. Making small talk.. Now, when will the other's arrive?"
He took at seat somewhere in the middle of the room, smiling broadly he took up a bottle from a bag he was holding along with 6 glasses which he swiftly filled with a golden liquid..
"Bretonian Brandy, I'm sure you'l agree that a drink would be fitting after all? I'l just poor for each person that arrives, no?"
The black stripped Sabre touched down in the hangar with the grace of an exploding nuclear weapon over a densely populated area. The impact on the deck was so hard that the anti-grav engines couldn't compensate and the second engine scraped the metal surface a bit. Samantha opened the canopy and disconnected the suit connections hastily then descended to the deck using the extended boarding ladder. One of the mechanics was looking at the bruised plating over the lower engine.
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"Next time make sure they hear you on Malta señora, I don't think you hit the deck hard enough" [color=#FFCCCC]"Shut up"
"I get to clean your mess, you might as well be nice" "That's nice enough for you motherfraker" Samantha said and promptly walked away in the direction of the elevator
[color=#FFFF99]"Whore..."
After several minutes navigating the web of corridors which reminded her how much she hated the place, Sam finally managed to find her way to the Administrator's office. Inside she saw Christina at her desk, Death Runner and man with two bodyguards whom she had seen though did not know personally.
[color=#FFCCCC]"Sorry I'm late, but I'd rather sit on a razor blade than navigate this hell hole."
As they finally gathered, Cristina grinned and started to talk.
Took you long enough.
Now to serious business. I am sure you are aware of the past Council of Dons and its failure. We are here to re-create it. This time, it will be successful.
You will probably ask why you.
It's simple. You are people that I know as loyal Maltesians and each of you will represent a selected group of people.
Death Runner, it is obvious that you are here because of your experience as a Maltesian and are a leader of 81 Syndicate.
Set Ramirez, you don't have any groups to represent as far as I'm aware, but you will represent all independent Maltesians and be their voice.
Samantha, your past experience and a leadership of 13th brought you here.
Now, I want to hear your opinions, suggestions and whatever.
Death Runner looked at the lady and nodded respectfully.
"My men are at your service."
He looked around the room smiling.
"I have long since waited for this day, where the leaders of our great nation will come together and form an unstoppable force. Together, we will spread our influence across the lands of Sirius and beyond! We will work as one and bring our wrath down upon our enemies! We will be the face of terror to those that oppose us! Together.. none shall stand in our way."
He pushed a lever on the side of his wheelchair and placed the tips of his toes on the ground in front of him. Slowly, he lifted himself up off the wheel chair, his feet planted on the ground. His knees shook a bit, but soon stood stolid, staring at the face of the Administrator.
[color=#FFCCCC]My opinion? The whole navy is in such disarray that I do not know where to start. But one thing I will tell you right away, we will surely not win any wars just staying here and defending our system. We need to step up our game or else the mushroom clouds will be something you see out of your window not the TV...And what Runner already said but without the crap: we need to stand together.
Set began to chuckle and clap his hands after Mr Runners little speech.
"How very.. Poetic of you.." He had listened to what this Samantha was saying and then said in response.
"Well, miss Samantha. The Navy have always been.. Well, chaotic, not that it's much different now."
He then stood up and sipped on his brandy.
"Now, apparently I am to represent the unaligned Outcasts.. But something you should be aware of is that I have over the last couple of years been working closely with an other organisation. An intelligence and.. Strike group, you can call it...."
Set drank the rest of the brandy in one gulp.
"And this group will be become a real nuisance for most of the houses in a short while, hopefully striking them at seemingly random places, cutting of their supply lines etc. etc. I can go on for ever, no matter. All that matters really is that what they will be doing besides blowing people up in big and nice explosions of fire and plasma is to collect vital intelligence on the house itself. This will be done with the operatives. See, having a state officials little girl as a slave could be very persuasive argument for that state official to give us detailed information of his or her's house."
He takes one of the untouched glasses on the table and sips from that as well..
"This way, we'l know more of where, when and who to hit in the houses, outside them and hell, even in the middle of the really bad territories where the Commies and baby munchers live. I can assure you all that the information my group will give.. Will be worth it if we intend to go out from our territories. That is.. If you want my help or not."
Death Runner sat back in his wheelchair and rolled over to where several drinks had been laid out for the gathering. He listened to Set Ramirez as he spoke, and watched him gulp down the brandy. After Set had put aside his glass, Death Runner grabbed the rest of the drinks and dropped them onto the floor, shattering and spilling them.
"oops."
The group stared a bit at him, and he merely replied with a wink at Set.
"Yes, Mr. Ramirez, your group will come in much handy. Knowledge is power these days. If we can remain but a simple step ahead of our enemies with information, that will be our key to victory. It is a good thing indeed, the intelligence. But.. until this is implemented and your.. special group of little soldiers are actively conducting missions, it is only small talk. For now I think it is agreeable that you remain a representative on this new council for independent outcasts. Though in time and when your men are ready, things will change. It is only logical."
The man looked around and sighed a bit.
"Would be a good thing indeed, having valid intelligence to use.. Well. Anyways. Mrs. Mancini, might want to call someone to clean up this broken glass."
Runner said it all. For now, the structure will be like this. Should more groups emerge, the Council of Dons will expand. For now, we are fine this way.
She pulled a paper from a drawer, slightly smirked and put it at the desk.
If you agree, sign up here and we can discuss the time and date for the Council of Dons announcement.
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