Meeting onboard Furyoku Station

[Pancakes]

Vinsent Goth entered the station, it was his first time visiting Furyoku and some of the personal wasn't familiar with him.
As he entered the guardsmen asked him what is his doing at the station, after a small a stare at them, Vinsent removed his sunglasses, one of the guards recognized him, and made a quick apology, Vinsent laughed and continued inside.
As he entered he immediately started to order around, place more guards at the enterance and less near the consulting room, I don't need picky ears,
He cleared the room that had the view to the planet, it was large meetings room, and from there you could also see some of the H-fuel tanks that are stored on the station. The room had Big Half moon shaped table, just like Vinsent asked. "Good" he said, and a sparkle of smile could have been seen on his face.
He immediately ordered the personal, to clear 20 rooms to the upcoming guests, and asked to fill each and everyone with luxuries, and to bring them from liberty or rheinland ASAP if that is needed, altho he had many luxuries in his cargo hold, for a chance that the stupid personal won't think to bring it themselves, and then he stopped for a moment, and thought to himself "Why the employees here are like sheeps without shepherd, perhaps that was the reason why he tend to like the Golden Chrysanthemums.
He set down, on the head chair, clearing a chair near him to Mr.McIllheney and on the other side of him a chair reserved to Miss Clark.
After sitting down, he turned his chair and leaned back, he needed to think alot and the planet view gave him somewhat comfort.
He sighed and said to himself: "Thats your moment Vinsent, Thats your chance to show you are not just anybody, that you are the shepherd".
He sat and waited patiently to everybody to arrive.

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BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

[Charo]

Taylor steps into the station's docks, the airlock leading to her Yacht closing behind her. This wasn't her first time to the station, so she quickly found her way to the meeting room. She walks in and takes a seat next to Vinsent. "Well Vinsent, how do you think things will go today? Do you think they'll even show?"

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[Pancakes]

As the door opened up, Vinsent turned around, looking at Taylor for a moment, then greet her.
as Taylor asked about the possiblety of their guests arrival, he replied: "I am confident that they will come, when it comes to money, and alot of money in this case, people will come..."
he sighed and then took the chair behind Taylor letting her to sit, as a gentelman would do.

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BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

[DarthBindo]

Tammo blustered in, a wide grin splitting his face.
"Morn tae ye, mates. How's it feel tae be on the edge o history?"
He dropped a briefcase onto the spot reserved for him and turned around.
"Oi lads, bring em in!"
A gaggle of workers flocking in, carry a large and extremely heavy projector and viewing screen, setting it up in front of the meeting table.
"Good, good, perfect, ye corporate tools. Interns dismissed!"

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gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|

[Pancakes]

Vinsent look at his watch, he was confident the representives from btoh GMG will arrive, but why the delay, perhaps is it made in purpuse to mentaly exhust him and the other Interspace members?
He sighed, he was very troubled with alot of stuff going on, he cleared alot of his schedueal for this meeting only.
He looked at his watch again and took anther glass of wine, smelled it at first. He enjoy the smell of the win very much, thats a habit since a younge age, to smell drinks, but none was better then wine.
he ordered dinner to be served at the meeting room, as it would be rude to leave it in case their guests will arrive and they won't be present, he stood up and looked through the window at the beautiful planet.

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BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

[LONGBOW]

"Take good care of the stinger people," said Neil as he wlked out of the hanger, "you knwo how much I like that one." and of course they did, after he was technically responsible for this station, which would make them his staff. Although Furyoku was often overlooked in IC's profit margin, being established mainly to keep an eye on the new lanes and such in these parts, if the negotiations went well it could quickly become one of IC's most important holdings. What would that mean for his department? He mulled over this thought as he made his way to the conference room, carefully noting the enhanced security that was surely Goth's doing.

"It's good to see you all here, I expect our guests will be arriving in due time. However, I would suggest we not rush them, these people operate on their own schedule and their clocks run in strange circles at times. Besides, there are still some preparations to be made for our guests."

Kishiro and the GMG...an interesting pair to be talking with. Kishiro he had conducted business with on isolated occassions. Samura's talented little brother, the company certainly had a more progreeeive view of business than did it's lumbering tradition-bound counterpart. Unfortunately, this had often limited talks in the past for fear of upsetting the powers-that-be in Kusari, but with the presetn state of affairs it was surely worth the risk now.
Same story with the GMG, wedged between to Houses that view IC with a measure of distrust that stopped just short of outright denouncement and continually bullied by both into being an economic weapon. One had to hold a measure of respect for them, and for their guildmaster, having come all this way and still retaining their independence. With the current embargos however, it looked as if Kusari and Rheinland's strongarming may once again force their hand. Or so he hoped. Three companies, one driven by a chance to rise to the forefront of theuir House's economy, one driven by desperation, and his own, hoping to ...profit? It strcuk him as a bit cold, but he reassured himself that the benefit would of course be mutual.

"Excuse me gentlemen, but I am going to visit our control room and speak to the station manager to ensure that everything is in order as far as docking and acomodations."

Either way, as Kusari's representative, whatever came of these negotiations would fall on his shoulders, and he' had enough bad news of late. Such were Neil's thoughts as he made his way to the control room.

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[Curios]

Rika landed her Chimaera Fighter on Furyoku. After gates were closed and dock was filled with air she turned the systems off and left a cockpit. She still was in her flight suit, because she was the first from all Kishiro representatives meant to arrive on station.
She quickly proceeded to the meeting room to make sure that all necessary personal is already assigned to serve a meeting. After greeting all the guests she apologized for delay and left the room again to take a lift to the communication room to make a contact with Planet Honshu.

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[DarthBindo]

~M a G i C t I m E w A r P~
Tammo watched as the representatives took their seats, with Guildmasters Raikoke and Hoshi Tanaka from the Guild seated to the left, Directors Hokani Mitsuo and Hisoka Masanori of Kishiro to the right, and his own board, with CEO Thomas Mahone and Directors Goth, Clark and Caffery, seated behind him, and the various undermanagers and mid-level representatives seated behind the main tables.
They were all waiting.
They were all waiting for him.
Tammo took a sigh and stepped into the middle of the triangle.
"Gentlemen and Ladies of the Board, Guildmasters, Kishiro Representatives."
He bowed to each in turn, nervous enough to go halfway to the floor.
"We of Interspace have called this meeting with your august organizations, beacuse each of us is suffering."
He paused as eyebrows went up.
"It may not be politic to admit it, but we are all hampered and hamstringed in Sirius's current state. Directors Mitsuo and Masanori, every day Samura gains more, aided by their titan grip on the Kusari throne. Your technology is no match for the sheer political weight they have. Guildmasters, wars throughout Sirius have hampered supply lines, leading to reduced traffic, and thusly reduced profit. We here at Interspace are constantly under political assault as a Liberty company, regardless of our international status."
His eyes were roving, moving on as soon as a connection was established, his voice strident, his hands emphasizing each point.
"All three of our companies have a long and illustrious history together, this very system of Okinawa a testament to that, financed by Interspace, with the fuel extracted by the Guild, and shipped by Kishiro. It was Interspace who arbitrated the end of the Eighty-Years War, the only international body trusted by both sides. Kishiro has designed some of the most advanced freighters and fighters to be found, with mercenaries and pirates alike clamoring for their civilian designs. And it is the expertise of the Guild that supplies all of Sirius with the fuel needed to move their ships, the very basis of intragalactic trade."
McIllheney paused, his face becoming serious, a shadow cast across it by the recessed and dim lighting, his hands now clasped behind his back as he stood straight.
"We all have our own individual problems. Bias, money, technology, politics. All of these interfere with our operations. And yet we all here hold the key to each other's problems, if only we would use them together."
"Kishiro, with the financing provided by Interspace your research and engineering programs could expand exponentially, and you could afford to unleash an entire fleet of trade ships upon Sirius, and use them to ship Guild fuel to the farthest corners of space. And with the money and influence Kishiro and Interspace have, the Guild would never have to worry about politics again, able to operate in a vacuum, free to ship wherever they please. And Interspace would be able to break free of it's shackles as a Liberty-aligned company, securing fresh markets for our insurance and special shipping contracts in Rheinland and Kusari."
He was moving again, pacing back and forth from the Kishiro and Guild table as he addressed them each, his sheer will pouring through his words.
"The combined interests of our three organizations would create a diplomatic and economic superentity, more powerful and influential than any house, with the sheer financial reserves of Interspace, the technology and ships of Kishiro, and the soverign space and goods of the Guild. Together, we could force entire governments to our will, destroy our competitors, and ensure a stable and lucrative market for all. Together, we could achieve the sort of power only kings and tyrants dream of, power over entire markets and economies, the power to do anything, anything at all."
He was overselling it. But it sure as hell sounded damn good, and it wasn't that far from the truth.
"Interspace's proposal is thus. The 5% tax on all h-Fuel will be dropped, and all debts incurred in the construction of Okinawa forgiven. Our three organizations will swap significant amounts of stock, and invest equally in a seperate company to represent our combined interests, very similar to the process by which Ageira and DSE created Interspace. Interspace will grant an infinite zero interest line of credit to Kishiro and the Guild indefinitely, and the political strength of our combined companies will be used to force the Samura-run Kusari government to drop the Liberty embargo, and to force Rheinland to drop the embargo against Interspace. The guild will grant a exclusive contract with Kishiro and Interspace for the exportation of H-fuel, and Interspace will sign over two floors on each of our bases to the Guild and Kishiro individually."
Tammo looked around the room, at the open jaws and staring eyes.
"I realize some of you may be in shock at the sheer size of what I have proposed. Please, take a moment among yourselves to discuss it, and then we shall earnestly begin negotiations and take amendments. When you wish to speak, simply press the red button on your table."
He left the middle of the room, and pressed a button on the wall.
Glass panels slid down, seperating the three tables and allowing the Kishiro and Guild members to discuss the issue in private.
Tammo's chief of security leaned next to him as he sat down.
"Sir, we may have a potential problem."
She described the situation, Tamm's face going hard as he listened.
"If you find them.....don't call the Kusari Police. And make sure to leave nothing behind."
"Understood sir."
She left, a single word floating through Tamm's mind as the door closed.
Hogosha.

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gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|