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(Setting) Capitol Building
| >An oldschool white limousine without any visible escort pulls up to the main entrance security checkpoint.
| >The license plate reads 'H0T-5H0T'. Car appears to be unmanned, as there is no driver in front seats.
| >>150438
>immediately the guards back up and the road under the car lowers as it does a blast shield comes from where the block of the road was.
| >somewhere around a hundred GCPD Aerial drones are released, dotting the sky with surveillance cameras. Some remain unmoving at high altitudes in a grid formation, watching the entire are while others patrol the streets, closer to the top of buildings. still others, hover just above people's heads. making the occassional scans and checks
| >Behind the limousine rolls in a black SUV, with tinted out windows, leaving only the driver side window and front windshield clear, inside, 6 suited men sit inside, with a chauffeur driving the car.
/Alright. Hopefully there will be no trouble at the event. Spread yourselves out, and make sure to run scans on suspicious people./
| >Limo stops in its tracks. A second later a sound of the car door being opened and then forcefully slammed can be heard.
"YOU FUCKING RETARDS—"
>A young male's voice can be heard from behind the blast shield.
"OPEN THE GODDAMN ROAD OR I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL SEE TO IT THAT EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUR SORRY ASSES GETS FIRED."
>Voice doesn't sound amused.
| >The suits see the event unfold in front of them, conversing about it.
"what a twat."
"Are kids even allowed at this event?"
"Stupid shit just might pull it of with his bravodo."
| >>150447
>after the road finishes dropping an inside wall opens leading to a parking garage.
"Sorry for the inconvenience sir. After the attack earlier in the week. We had to make sure those involved in vehicles were safe."
>comes a voice with over a loud speaker
| >>150449
>guards come up to the van and run an ID check on the plate.
"It'll be a moment. We're going to have vehicles in the parking garage so no one could set up an IED any on any of them."
| "Flying vehicles will need to have a valet bring them to a secure location."
| >As the blastshield lowers, a blond, tall teenager in the bright yellow buisness suit can be seen. He spits in anger, waves his hand in the air and the limo's back door opens up. Boy gets inside and the car starts pulling inside the garage."
| >>150451
>The chauffeur responds.
"Sure thing. Is there any place I can take a smoke break? I am not allowed in to the party, but the people in the back are."
>The licence plates on the SUV are [12D-4R15].
| >>150505
"Yeah outside of the building is fine. Once the guards start moving away from it though you're going to want to follow."
| >>150512
"We can drop you from here or you can drive a bit that way..."
>they point around the back
"...And get to the ramp to the other end of the parking garage."
| >Meanwhile the white limousine enters the underground garage, and drives through it, looking for a free spot to park.
| >Limo soon picks up a free spot and stops. Its back door opens, and the teenager from before steps out. As he looks around, searching for the entrance to the Capitol, he waves his right hand and car's door closes behind him.
| "Sure thing man, I'll park it."
>The chauffeur turns around, speaking to the suits behind.
"Alright sirs, we are almost here."
>The chauffeur waits for the licence check to go through.
| >a silver limo pulls up with tinted windows.
| >>150529
>many of the motions continue for the next limo. Security check, road, park, chauffeurs talked to, etc
| >>150528
>The SUV drops off the men at the entrance of the capitol building, while the SUV goes to park in the underground parking.
| >The Limo parks and the chauffeur opens the door. First, two security guards step out, one of which is a young women with jet black hair pulled into a neat bun. Then, a 25 year old man steps out of the vehicle. He has chocolate brown hair and eyes and is wearing professional looking glasses. He is dressed neatly in a black suit with a gray tie. After him a women in her 40's steps out. Her white hair has the tips dyed pale pink and its pulled back into a pony tail.
| (shit recon that)
| (oh never mind you wanted to brush past the security check right?)
| (I can back up if needed)
| (Yeah, I'm just a bit busy. People can come in through security, just anyone that is corporate makes it through. So anyone who has a corp can come through. And do the thing on their own its fine.)
| (Okay cool no prob. I feel you working on homework and doing this)
| >The women is dressed in a gray blazer and white button up shirt and a gray pencil skirt.
>The man turns to her.
"I hope you keep your promise. I am not going to tolerate you overstepping me again."
"I am well aware."
>The woman replies calmly. Two more security guards step out from the car before the Chauffeur shuts the door.
| >A simple white van arrives and after going through the checkpoint process heads inside the parking lot
|
| >after some time and all of the people have made it inside. The building had not yet submerged. The forum had not started yet. There was still time for companies to mingle.
Jinterprise, Rxcellence, White Wolf Airlines, The Fishermen, Zaibatsu and several other stand in the large presentation hall of the building. Almost all had been here many times before sans the representatives. On the stage a large square object seems to be covered by a black sheet.
| >Ether, who has brought only an assistant moves to a quiet room to seemingly discuss various things with that assistant
| "The calm before the storm..."
>CN mumbles to himself as he checks everything on his deck is good to go.
| >A couple makes their way through the crowd, chatting pleasantly together as they near >>150609 CN.
>One of them is wearing a strange getup that consists of a hood which mostly obscures their facial features, but just underneaath is a delicate tuxedo, a modern cut with sharp geometric edges that accentuate the shadows they create, along with a bow tie! Next to them is a dashing Hispanic woman with brown hair that's been carefully tied into a neat bun.
| >She wears a white-gold dress made of translucent silk which hints at a smaller dress within, pulled tightly around her waist in a silhouette, showing her thin figure.
| >>150609
>Argyle Jin looks over and looks back
>there is also another man that looks over. He is with a small purple-clad lilim and a few guards in black
"Interesting, they're here too."
| >The hooded man brushes at his face, and you see a bit of white hair peak out before he pushes it back in.
| >soon a large buffet table is rolled out into the room, plates, and silverware coming soon after
| >Mr. Brown, Mr. Pink, and the rest of the group wait inside the building chatting with the rest of the guests.
| >A man in a tuxedo lingers around the hors d'oeuvre's- he wears a thick black trench coat and a matching fedora, and looks over the food blankly, rubbing his chin. Eventually he stops and heads toward the direction of the other corp bigwigs, his blue eyes shining in the darkness afforded by his hat.
| >>150616
>CN glances over at the couple passing by, making sure he keeps a vigilant eye on his surroundings as he looks for anyone he recognizes
| >The white haired women was helping herself to the food. Her companion standing beside her.
| >A middle aged looking man walks by, followed shortly by a slightly hunched over older man. The first one wears a thick grey overcoat with the collars up, along with a suit and black tie underneath. The other wears a dirtied labcoat, is partially balding, and he has obvious cybereyes- he's piling a plate full of food from the buffet area while the other simply sips quietly from a wine glass.
| >The women's eyes glance at the man in the lab coat before resuming filling her plate.
| >AM finally wakes up in the disabled bathroom, from his previous night of drinking, looking like a mess. Near him in the bathroom, is his duffle bag, containing a fresh suit.
"Fuck. Ah fuck. I am not drinking vodka again."
| >soon a very short woman walks on to the stage.
"Welcome everyone. We won't be starting quite yet, let everyone setting in and eat. I am Olivia Delathron Montiv. I would like for you all to hypothesize as your eating what exactly our plan will entail."
>she does a small bow and motions for everyone to continue as she makes her way to the other side of the stage.
| >AM hears the announcement, while changing, still confused about his surroundings.
| >Aethia with her usual group of personal bodyguards gazes up at the stage while sitting at one of her tables, this one of course filled with a combination of said bodyguards and a few high standing staff members of her corp.
"Hopefully nothing that's going to immediately make me regret being here."
>She mummbled this while sighing heavily. After all the mess on /u/ it was hard to feel at ease even with all the extravagant decor and food. She...as a result didn't get much to eat.
| "Hypothesize...? I don't understand the governments thought process... than again I never really have..."
>CN continues mumbling to himself as he types away on his deck
| >>150708
>one of the fishermen you came with speaks up
"Its so we can have expectations and thoughts so we find ourselves interested. If any of the points are hit, its good. If not its likely it didn't matter to us in the first place."
| >>150710
"Well honestly I'm not even sure what's the point of this. I can't imagine that most of the corps here would be in support of this project. I mean just the time and money needed to implement the project seems ridiculous."
| >Aethia looks over noticing CN and offers a wave. She of course also notices the group he's with and tilts her head in interest. As usual CN seems to know a little of everyone.
| >Ether and her assistant leave the quiet room and enter the presentation room
| >>150713
"A few corps have stuff to lose besides that. Jinterprise's super conductor's don't work outside of the ground. Those airlines would need smaller planes. We'd have to deal with twice as much corp presence in GC."
| >>150719
"Which begs the question why invite a group of people who *largely* oppose your proposition..."
>CN falls deep in thought until he notices the wave >>150715 and waves back
"I'll be right back."
>He walks over to Aethia's table
"Hey, how are you?"
| > Aethia herself was already thinking of modifications to her highspeed internet lines. To have an idea of how this plate was going to be implemented she already had her R&D already using considerable resources to work on 'Plate Supporting Services'.
"Hm...well at least no matter what, if someone figures out how to adapt to these designs quickly without overextending their resources...they'll find themselves quickly making profit."
| The white haired women and the brunette man where sitting at their own table with their bodyguards.
"I'm not sure why you wanted to go to this"
>The women comments as she eats
"and I'm not sure why you insisted on being here"
>The man chides, mildly annoyed
| >a large man next to the smol purple lilim talk to each other in Russian. Two of who seem to be their guard's leave the room.
| >>150728 "Ah! Hello, CN~. I'm doing as well as one might expect. Honestly this entire Upperplate business is the perfect distraction, though. Yourself?"
> Aethia replied immediately leaving her CEO's mentality for her casual state. Of course her surrounding bodyguards both gazed at CN curiously, but June himself seemed to be relaxed. That made them also relax in turn. Seemed he and Evelyn had that kind of sway over them.
"S'this's CN, eh? Nice t'meet yeh."
| >>150736
"I'm as fine as can be I suppose... frankly I get a little nervous about these settings but not much can be done there."
>CN takes occasional glances around the room as he talks.
"Oh ah yes, that's me. And you are...?"
| "One 'o Aethia's bodyguards. M'June. Practricalleh raised Aethia 'long side 'er parents."
> The bodyguard laughed. CN would realize if he bothered to look that June was essentially a very tall, very strong built Lilim whom probably was originally intended for construction and other hard labor work, despite being pretty much entirely humanoid in design and apperance.
>Aethia smiled awkwardly at June.
"He's also about as embarassing as a father at a large function, apparently."
| "So...I guess I'd be silly to ask what brings you. Aside from your nervousness...What do you think about all of this? It's an opportunity to be sure, but I'm really curious about the people running this thing. Par the course for being the new kid on the block, I guess."
| >>150740
"I-I see... it's good to meet you June."
>CN simply gives an awkward, yet understanding nod
"Well I should get back, let's talk more later okay?"
| (oh wait didnt see the second post one moment)
| >>150741
"I-I see... it's good to meet you June."
>CN simply gives an awkward, yet understanding nod
"Well this thing seems to be government proposed, although whether someone else first proposed it to the government is hard to say. I do find it suspicious that the corps they invited to the forum are ones who would normally be opposed to the idea. It just seems... counterproductive."
| >Aethia nodded in agreement. She didn't miss CrayCo's presence in the invitation list. She scanned the crowd identifying who she could and scratched the back of her head.
"Well it's not strange to try and present an idea as an opportunity to those whom might be opposed to it. Though for some I wonder just how exactly it'd benefit them. Sure there is already existing profit capability by having a first foot forward in establishing yourself in a new market area before anyone else.."
| >>150750
"Yes but just the time and money needed to even accomplish this project... that's a hell of a long term investment on something this delicate."
| >>150754 "Yeah. That's kind of what makes this interesting at least for me. I wanna know what made QUINCY think this was a great idea. I also wanna know where the brunt of the funding for this is coming from. It'll be a pretty amusing event if they'll claim that we're supposed to pay for anything...and most of the participants will probably leave laughing..."
> Aethia went quiet for a moment.
"But if there's more to this 'project' it'd be silly not to at least listen."
| "Granted I do have one possibility that I'm terrified of."
| >>150763
"Well I don't suppose I have to tell you this, but not every action made by a government requires consent. Not if the necessary amount of power is present. For a number of businesses, it's not about whether they *want* to help invest in this project...It's about if they want to survive at all. Especially if the project is backed by the businesses that actually matter as far as the positions of power in GC are concerned."
| >>150769
"If that is the case that this event will be a much stronger sense of deja vu than I was expecting..."
| >The blond kid in the yellow buisness suit wanders around, snatching food from the table and maneuring between people, seemingly unaffected by the whole mood. While it looks like he just strolls around aimlessly, he's slowly but steady getting closer to the stage.
| >everyone gets a sudden feeling of dropping down. The capitol has begun its submersion
| >the short woman makes her way back on the stage.
"Let us begin. Now then..."
>she grabs the corner of the black cloth
"Who believes the know what our project will entail?"
| >>150769
"I should head back now..."
>CN gives Aethia a small goodbye and heads back to the Fishermen as the event begins
| >>150778
"To waste our time, clearly," >The man in the fedora says, his blue eyes shining brightly. He takes an apple and munches on it noisily.
"Quite expensive for a dinner party."
| >The man in a labcoat guffaws through a plate of fried chicken.
| >Blond teenager grins at the remark and looks over to the man in the fedora.
| >>150782
"Ah.. Impatient. Well our plan is to allow for more room for Glitch Cities growing populace, and refugees. As we saw so much terrible strife, and people killing each other doesn't do well for the law or business. The plan will entail the creation of an upper plate to hang over glitch city.
>they pull the cloth sheet and show what looks to be a half slice image of GC and the surrounding area
| >>150789
"What we believe would be most benwficial would be bringing the already developed land upwards throughthe construction of meta framework below it. Then using a hydrolic system raise it up past the highest point in current Glitch City."
| "And how is this going to be executed without it becoming the world's most horrifying soft target?"
| >>150794
"Soft target? I'm afraid that phrase escapes my vinacular. Security wise it will be very safe as construction will be underground."
| >>150797
" Well sure, but I can't help but imagine every scifi movie where someone blows up the pillars of some high society upper plate and it comes crashing down on the developed areas below."
| >AM finally gets out the toilet, hungover to shit, but well dressed in his 2 piece suit. His arm and face bandaged up tidly, after numerous failed attempts. He makes his way in to the main hall, subtlety saying his hellos, avoiding Aethia's entourage.
| >>150800
"Ah, an enirely understandable concern. The safety precautions are redundancies for the pillars as well as many layers of reinforced titanic carbon shielding."
| "Simply clearing out the Midnight or Flooded districts mess is already an immense effort. They are beyond simple ground damage that could be ignored in underground construction. You don't plan to just abandon the parts of the town you can afford restoring the infrastructure in, do you now?"
>Kid in the yellow suit raises his voice. He sounds sarcastic, but his face is serious, not a trace of the previous grin.
| >(can't*)
| >>150820
"Obviously not. The flooded as you refer to it has enormous potential as a new port district. Allowing even more trade capabilities, as the Fishermen understand. It just needs some clearing."
>she smiles
"The destroyed industrial could be refurbished to a new industrial zone and even an interplate travel station
| "...Sooo where is all the money for that coming from? Is that supposed to be where we come in?"
> Aethia relaxed and rested her chin in her hands. May as well jump right into it.
"What are the benefits of even being involved in this? Sure for a number of us it could turn out a profit eventually, but there's a lot of unknowns here...To the point where even this meeting seems somewhat premature. If you're intending for all of us to work with the government to make this happen..."
| >>150828
"Oh the money comes from us. We're a finance group that focuses on humanatarian efforts. The benefits we found will be a larger consumerbase that will be able to afford to reside in Glitch City due to the new housing opportunity."
| "...I for one am confused as to why we were asked to attend, being that we represent a Healthcare services provider..." >The woman in the shimmering dress says, not unpolitely,
"I only recognize a few others here from what is otherwise a civil engineering issue...?"
| "I can't help but note that 'needs some clearing' is an understatement."
>Blond teenager got back on track.
"What about Midnight district? It is no longer simply ruined, it is an actual hostile environment. How exactly do you plan to organise it's reconstruction?"
"And another question: what about the parts of town that are already under construction? Our Glitch City airport's repairs will require a lot of time to complete and aren't limited to the ground construction either."
| "How would one go about acquiring 'real estate,' assuming this project is completed?" >The man in the fedora says.
| >>150839
"The midnight district will need certain modifications done. And all current constructions like the airport we can cover those costs."
| >AM keeps listening to the discussion, taking mental notes.
| >>150845
"Simple. The new lower plate as part of the construction will be ecologicall improved allowing for a whole new Glitch City's worth of land to be available."
| >>150845 "Well if we're going to gaze even that far into the matter...What about web-based and telecommunications infrastructure? While it is possible to provide internet for such a..lofty area, it will not be cheap. Some R&D will have to go into this."
| >>150847
"Cover those costs?"
>Boy raised his brow.
"We never needed external investments on that project in the first place, unless you want us to halt the airport repairs for the duration of your project completion and are willing to cover the expenses. Which is, I'm going to say it right now, is not happening. Airport expansion will proceed as planned."
| >>150852
"Unfortunately our expertise are on financial matters this is likely a 10-20 year project however. Enough time to allow for preparing for the shift.
| >the other two guards around the lilim leave
| >>150865
"According to the current works schedule, we expect to finish the repairs in the next month and complete airport's expansion in four years. Which brings us to another problem, how are you going to account for all other ongoing construction projects in the city? Are you going to just roll with the expenses of adapting to the circumstances and working with infrastructure already done?"
>Boy shrugged, as if not considering that an option despite mentioning it.
| "Or are you going to insist on changes in those constructions plans to allow for easier compatibility with your own project's infrastructure? If it is the second, then all ongoing projects need to have these changes being made immediately to lower the expenses and shorten completion times."
>He continued.
| >>150881
"Again. We have no problem funding those reconstruction efforts to improve the city and in turn improve this planet. The Quincy admin has agreed it is a nominal idea. We're even offering repayment at negative interest."
| "Well...Let's not bum rush them entirely. I admit I was quick to ask questions, but surely there was a presentation prepared that was at least made with the intention to fully explain their intents, designs, and other such motives. Otherwise we're in a pretty awkward position for a forum..."
| >>150886
"Really? How do you guarantee our city won't end up like Volinia Du Onvial or the Shell city who you have offered similar things and are still in your debt?"
>CN pipes up, being quiet until now as he looks up from his deck
| "Allow us to show you some of our other projects."
>she turns anda holovid of what looks like a bunch of flying cities over a planet.
| >Blond teenager facepalmed.
| >>150890
"I'm a data consultant hired by one of the representatives here. Now should I go about sharing the info or should you? I doubt anybody here wants to end up in debt like those two planets."
| "I'll have you know that propaganda site!--"
>a shot rings out and the woman is shot in the forehead and gas begins to fill the room.
>the loud speakers turn on and start playing some kind of song in russian
| > Aethia sighs softly and leans back in her chair with her arms crossed. She gazed at the person on the stage waiting.
| ( Or not! )
| >machine gun fire begins to ring out as explosions come from the door entrance
| >the man and the purple lilim rush towards the stage xovering their mouth.
>jinterprise guards begin to fire back
| "For fuck's sake, ANOTHER assasination attempt? You guys never learn!"
>Teenager in the yellow suit declares, sounding extremely annoyed, but dives for cover under the dinner table nonetheless.
| >one of the fishermen calmly pull out a pistol and fires it a bullet from the machine gun fire scraping their face. A grunt is heard as the bullet makes contact
| >The white haired women and her companion are quickly pushed down to the ground by their security guards.
| > Naturally upon hearing gun fire, June was quick to give Aethia cover and hurry her downward toward the floor. The other bodyguards got up quickly to surround her in a kind of huddle while preparing themselves for whatever came. Aethia herself was glancing around trying to figure out where the sounds were coming from.
"Ah, shite! S'exacleh why I ain't wanna go t'this thing! I KNEW s'was a bad idea!"
"What's happening?"
"S'gas! Cover yer mouth!"
| >Argyle jin takes their table and tosses it with ease towards the gun fire
| >soon the gun fire stimops and the gas stops pouring in
| >as the gas fades its seen the rep for Rxcellence was shot and killed
| "Are we done wasting ammo?!"
>Young male voice echoes through the room.
| >The woman in the shimmering dress is pulled to the ground by the hooded tuxedo man and pulled underneath a table! He pulls out a rebreather and sticks it on her face before peeking out over the table!
| >June turns his eyes toward the corpse while keeping his gun trained where the gunshots were fired. He kept Aethia under him, while she basically waited with a clearly exasperated expression.
"...So. Can our next corp wide meeting be on a private network with avatars or something?"
| >on the stage Olivia'd body has gone missing
| >one of the fishermen has the building rise again. None of the shooters body's are anywhere.
| "Tsk, tsk... knew this was going to happen," >The labcoated man says as he crouches beneath a table, swallowing a baguette.
"This forum was so transparent I could see bones underneath it."
"Not a time for jokes, Doctor," >The other gentleman says, crouching next to him,
"I've contacted the Major."
| "He's still working for us? Thought for sure he'd cut and run after we left the game for the past few months," >The Doctor says, swallowing the last of his food before pulling back one of his sleeves. He pushes some buttons on his wrist and smiles.
| "Have faith, will travel," >The other says, pulling out a fifteen round magazine from a coat pocket. He rolls back a sleeve and slides a gunport down his wrist, where he affixes the magazine. He tightens his fist experimentally.
"Feels good, man."
| >The fedora wearing man doesn't crouch or otherwise take cover- indeed, he stays standing, watching the others duck for cover as he takes a good look at the body of the woman who was shot on stage. He walks toward the stage and heads toward her body to examine it.
| >everyone feels a sudden lurch as the building rises
| >As he reaches it, he realizes it's disappeared.
"...oh bother." >He looks around, his eyes flashing as he scans for where the attack came from.
| >>150927
T>the shooting came from the entrance to the room on the opposite side of the stage. Where the explosion occured
| "Annoying... annoying..." >He says, tutting as he strolls around the stage.
"Whether there be one of you or dozens of you... come out of your hidey holes, you cretins," >He says to the crowd at large,
"If you're not willing to bleed for your company, you have no business running one!"
| "So...That's the end of that meeting."
>Aethia spoke while moving to sit up a little, still behind the cover of her group of body gaurds and the table.
"Are the rest of us mortals okay? CN? Lady in the nice dress? Boy in the yellow suit?"
| >Boy in the now creased yellow suit cautiously gets out from underneath the table and looks around. Not seeing any imminent danger, he snatches a somehow left intact glass of wine from the very table he just was under and chugs it down.
"I'm surprised Quincy is still alive with his security being a pile of horseshit."
| "What is that damn fool doing?" >The hooded tuxedo man says, watching him suspiciously.
"A-apollo... what's happening?" >Says a voice from underneath the table.
"Stay put Athena." >He replies, getting up himself.
"Was this your work, Dick Tracy?"
| "Such a waste of good suit."
>He mumbles looking himself over and then spits back in the glass.
| >>150935
"Don't be hasty, VeriaTech dog. If anything I was actually *interested*... for the right price, of course," >The fedora man says, skipping around the stage.
"But it appears that not only did our would-be assassin fail in their mission... but our gracious hosts have left the room."
| "Oho. Dick Tracy...S'vintage s'hell!"
| >soon a robot dragon makes their way into the building.
"Is everyone okay?"
| >CN surveys the scene
"Who were the shooters? We should be able to figure out who they are by process of elimination. Which corps are missing here?"
| >>150933
>The lady in the nice dress shivers at first, then looks in your direction, where her obvious fear softens.
"Y-yes, I think I'm fine... and you?"
| >>150938
>the man who came with Argyle looks over
"And how do you know it was an assassination attempt? This was all rather showy."
>the old music in russian still playing
| >>150942 "At this point I'm a little terrified at how used to gunfire I'm getting."
>Aethia replied while slowly moving to stand from her hiding place behind her table. June of course blocked easy sight of her, but it was clear that she was a white haired cat boomer.
"White Lighitning is till here, if anyone's asking. Kind of regretting that though..."
>>150941
| >>150943
"While I am admittedly new to this... culture of 'shadowrunners,' I was under the impression that assassinations... attempted ones, are commonplace."
| >>150933
>Finally noticing other people around, boy waves off to Aethia once he hears her mention him.
| "If anyone's hurt I have a medkit"
>CN states as he looks around, nearing Aethia and the other gurl
| >security and medical personnel make their way in from outside
| >Teenager took another intact glass from the table and approached the Rxcellence rep's body. He kicked it lightly to make sure it was dead.
"This one sure ain't gonna need a medkit."
| >AM got hit in the gunfire, now sitting on the floor, leaning against a table.
"Ah fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Not this again."
>He is grasping at his abdomen, blood flowing, painting his shirt red.
| "It is a shame though, It was an interesting proposition if not one riddled with red flags and easily suspicious points."
> Aethia mumbled before finally touching June's back and having him move along with her toward the woman in the nice dress and CN.
"May as well mingle, then. Otherwise this is a waste of time. Nice to meet you, Aethia of White Lightning Fiber. Yourself?"
| >>150957
>Aethia noticed AM and sighed.
"CN...We have a mutual acquaintance bleeding out over there. I'm more curious about who let him in to begin with...but..."
| >>150957
Mr. Pink points out the rest of the gang.
"Hey, is that him?"
/That's the man we've been looking for. Move in./
>The Mr. Blue and Mr. Blonde quickly intercent before CN gets to AM, grabbing him!
| >Boy sighs.
"What a waste."
>He breathed in.
"What a waste! You hear me? A waste! You call that an assasination? Bullshit, these retards bypass all of the security, given the security was not part of the plan, waste ammo, gas, time, money, effort and what they achieve? TWO BODIES?"
>He looked over everyone still standing.
"Two motherfucking bodies? Well, one, actually. Like, really?"
>He says in utter disbelief.
"I... I'm at a loss for words."
>He noticed AM
"Oh fuck"
| >>150964
>Not amused, boy takes a small laser pistol from the hidden holster on his bag and immediately fires twice over the heads of the pair.
"You guys stay the fuck away from my employee."
| >>150964
>AM is still in a focused state, he resists the pairs attempt to drag him away, kicking one square between the legs, pulling his gun out on the other.
"Get off me dipshit!"
>He struggles to get up.
| >(on his back*)
| >a loud thump can be heard followed by the siund of laser fire.
>the transiever for the Black Phoenix member rings.
*uh...fight between a cyborg crab and seagull breaking out on top of the capitol building...*
| "I told you this was a bad idea"
>The white haired women sighed. The man looked at her annoyed.
| >Mr. Brown attempts to tackle the boy, putting the boy's aim off. Mr. Blonde punches AM in the face, taking his gun away from him, and begins to try to drag him. Mr. White and Mr. Orange both pull out their handguns, making a perimeter around AM and Mr. Blonde as they drag him away. Mr. Blue recovers from the kick, and calls it in.
/Bain? We got the guy, what's the strategy?/
| "..."
>CN stood there exhausted with AM *again*. He turns to the woman near Aethia >>150942
"Athena yes?"
| "Is this really the time to be squabbling like children?"
>The brunette man speaks up
"I think the more pressing matter is what just occurred. So can you guys please stop this nonsense."
| >>150977
"I told you to fuck off of my employee!"
>Boy switches legs, forcing Mr.Brown's hand outwards. He dives for his back, trying to turn him around as he locks man's hand behind, laser pistol thrusting into the man's spine.
| "Shut the fuck up!"
>Mr. Blue shouts as he shoots in the air. The group is now leaving out of an exit, with AM in tow.
| >Fedora man watches the display as groups of people fight over the injured man and smiles to himself, chuckling.
"Everytime I think I need to worry... I take a good, hard look at my competition, and am dutifully reminded that there's nothing to worry about."
| >The fedora man makes his way toward the exit, cackling all the while.
"Perhaps I won't need to call them in..."
| >The Doctor and the other man look out from underneath their table at the display. The Doctor shrugs and heads back to the buffet table to continue eating.
| "Aethia s'place ain't safe. Th'buildin' is up 'n shite seems like s'gettin' wild outside too. S'call somebodeh 'n get outta 'ere 'fore one 'o us gets shot."
> June suggested while forcing her a bit low again the second he heard gunshots. She of course groaned and looked back toward this 'Athena' CN was talking to.
"Athena? Are you from Veratech?"
| >The brunette man just sighs fustrated
| "Get...off..."
>AM is dazed after the punched in the face, going into shock.
| >>150959
>The woman sighs as she dusts off her dress.
"My name is Anabelle Reyes, but you can call me Athena..."
>She turns to the large bodyguard.
>>150993
"Why, yes! Head secretary to the Vice President."
| >>150993
"Don't let the association bother you she's fine in my book."
>>150998
"Well then Anabelle, I'm honestly a little relieved to see that the people VT sent our some of the more... agreeable sorts."
>He says as he nods towards Apollo
| >>150985
Mr. Brown twist his way out of the hold, running to join the rest of his group, now near their SUV. Mr. Blue leads the group, shouting to the others.
"Get out of here! Take the way up!"
/Alex will be there in a few minutes, just get to the top!/
| "Tch...Yeh secretaries got it rough doncha?"
>June replied while looking around at the insanity going on at the otherside of the room.
"Don't know 'bout y'all but I kind 'o wanna cut loose while there ain't nuttin' worse goin' on. Shite like this onleh escalates."
>Aethia nodded and looked toward Aethena and smiled sheepishly.
"Guess I'd better not mingle amongst gunfire. I am pretty curious about Veratech, though. Is there any way we could have a conversation? If just casual?"
| "Ah, the bloody Terminator Ripoff The Corporation!"
>Teenager exclaimed, as he fired twice into the Mr.Brown's spine.
| >>151004
"City planning, architectural design, that sort of thing," >He says, smiling, although there's something approaching an uncanny valley effect coming from his face. He watches as the small teenager shoots a full grown man in the back. >>151003
| "Ach!"
>Mr. Brown drops down to the ground, bleeding.
/Shit! Brown is down, someone get him!/
>Mr. Blue and Mr. Orange open the trunk of the SUV, grabbing their assault rifles and putting on vests, moving back towards Mr. Brown.
| >Meanwhile, outside, a large military dropship nears the rising Capitol, engines roaring. It circles near the front entrance where AM and the others are fighting, and begins to land, aiming for several expensive looking cars.
| >>151010
>Seeing as he is no opponent for two armored men, blond boy takes a careful aim and shots Mr.Brown, aiming for the head.
| "Let me go! The fuck you want with me!"
>AM struggles against Mr. Blondes grip.
| >The Doctor and the other man make their way toward the other grouped corporation members since the entrance has quickly descended into yet another gunfight.
| >>151016
>Above you, the dropship begins to rapidly descend, seemingly ignoring the presence of vehicles! You just barely get your weapons out of the SUV as it is CRUSHED by the sheer weight of the vehicle!
| "So. June...How are we getting out of this with that going on?"
>Aethia asked while looking over at Athena and CN.
"I imagine the rest of us don't want to leave the building with all of that going on...and honestly with AM around I'm expecting there to be explosives somewhere."
"I've got Byran callin' folks...Prolleh just gonna 'ead fer th'back ways 'n exits 'n escort ourselves out. Fortunateleh 'fore we came I got a good idea 'o th'alternate exists in th'buildin. Y'all come'n?"
| (I think we are more towards the service entrance than the front?)
>>151014
>The boy misses as he gets shot in the shoulder by Mr. Orange, while Mr. Blue gets Mr. Brown on his feet.
>>151019
>The rest of the group gets their weapons as they run away from the dropship, expecting resistance from them. They get to the roof access door with AM.
| >>151023
>Teenager swears, as the impact to the shoulder sends him on the ground, spinning. Once landed, he spends the remaining four shots to fire at the three, unable to aim properly.
| >>151027
>While inaccurate, One on the shots lands in Mr. Brown's Ankle, slowing them slightly, as he is already being assisted by Mr. Blue.
"AHHHHHHH!"
"Come one man! Keep together!"
| (*On, not one)
| "Should have taken bodyguards with me after all, rgggghhh."
>Blond boy mumbles, as he slowly gets up on his feet, suit on his shoulder quickly becoming red. Not having any spare magazines, he throws the pistol away and, as if lost all interest in the chase, starts walking towards the grouped representative.
"I recall someone having a medkit here, can I please have it?"
| >CN hands it to the man
"I want it back."
>>151022 "I came with the Fishermen but I would like to have a word with the VT reps here before I leave."
| "Yeah? Do you take fuck yous instead?"
>AM snaps, head butting Mr. Blone, taking his gun.
| >>151052
"Thank you kindly."
>Boy takes the medkit and places on the nearest table. He then gets a chair nearby, and sits in it. He carefully takes his suit and shirt off, and starts treating the bleeding wound.
>"Might be faster to just shoot myself, then to try to heal it." he whispers to himself.
| >(suit's jacket*, than to try* oh boy).
| >Mr. Blonde coils in pain, and tries to point his gun at AM, but finding AM with it. Mr. White and Mr. Pink aiming their guns at AM.
"You will regret this, just come with us, tell us where the money is, and we will let you go."
| (The thing raised way back when the robot dragon showed up. Just by the way.)
| (Coolio, The totally not Reservoir Dogs group should now be on the roof.)
| "Fuck you."
>AM shoots Mr. White in the knee, and tries to rush past him to the roof access.
| >Gunfire rips into the hall as several black suited men storm inside, yelling at the ones currently fighting!
"DROP YOUR WEAPONS! DROP YOUR WEAPONS!"
| >>151068
>One of the soldiers aims a large weapon that looks like half an RPG at AM. The weapon lights up and charges before firing a sonic wave through hall, which disables or knocks unconscious anyone who happens to be in the path of the blast!
| >The rest begin to filter through the sides and begin to hassle attendees, either forcing them to the walls or sending them away from the area. They appear to be looking for someone...
| "Is it just me, or is Task Force Nine acting a little less judicious than usual..." >The Doctor says as he approaches the group behind the suited man and the rest. The man approaches, looking more annoyed than anything else.
>>151052
"I see you haven't done that favor I asked you just yet."
| >>151071
>But Brown, Blue and Orange are already gone, meaning that they must be on the rooftop...
>>151068
>Mr. White drops to his other knee as AM passes him, shotuing to the others.
"DICKSHIT, Why are you standing there! Get him!"
>Overhead, A VTOL hovers, and lowers itself next to the group.
| >Athena raises her arms as the soldiers surround the area, but Apollo lowers them for her, putting a wall between himself and the rest of the attendees and the soldiers.
"They're not here for us." >He turns to CN.
"Whatever it is you want, make it quick. Something tells me Mister L here won't be very happy to see us."
| >Meanwhile the blond boy, now only in creased yellow pants, finished treating his wound, huge bandage covering his whole left shoulder. He closed the medkit and took a look at his dirty jacket and shirt. Surprisingly, neither of those have any blood on them anymore, steaming slightly instead.
"I can't really wear this, can I, — >he took the medkit and returned it to CN,
— I think I owe you now, buddy."
| >>151081 >He takes the medkit back
"No problem..."
>>151080
"*Sigh* I was hoping for a longer conversation, you know get to know each other a little... I just had a feeling we had things a little more in common is all..."
| >>151022
>Now topless blond teenager turns towards the Aethia.
"Sorry for all the hassle. I have an armoured limousine in the garage, so if you need a vehicle I can just drive you guys away?"
| >>151086
> Aethia and June both turned their attention from Athena and CN.
"I don't mind the offer but...To be honest I'm learning more and more not to trust people easily in this city. Still. I'll remember that you offered. June do you mind parting with your suitcoat?"
"Eh? Nah? Yeh want'd me t'give it t'the kid?"
"If you don't mind."
>June shrugged and took off his...rather large coat to offer to the teen. Though the teen would soon find that said jacke could adjust to size.
| The brunette man was propped against the wall observing the scene before him sighing in fustration.
| >AM rushes down the stairs away from the Group, stumbling and falling down the last flight.
"Son of a!"
>Shambles back up, as he approaches the door, he throws away Mr. White's gun, before re-entering the main hall.
| >Mr. Pink sighs.
"He got away. We got to get out before the force gets here."
"True. Everyone, In the flier!"
>The group all file in to the VTOL, and it flies off, barely escaping the battle around them between the 2 giant monsters.
| >>151129
>A pair of guided missiles begin their flight from a building outside of the capitol, streaming through the air towards the VTOL
| >The VTOL Fires flairs, and begins to change modes no that it has gained altitude.
| >The VTOL begins to gain momentus speed, before completely disappearing.
| >The missiles lose track of the VTOL, flying off direction before exploding mid-air
"Damn we should've used the TGMs"
| "They wouldn't have caught up"
| >AM finally makes it the main hall, practically collapsing as he makes it through the door. Groaning as he falls.
"I... I made it."
| /What the shitshow was that AM. -How -are- you- constantly in some sort of heavy plot device/
>A voice comes on his radio. displeased and amazed at the same time
| /I don't even know. But I promise one thing./
>AM groans as he gets up, and meanders over to the drinks table, downing a cocktail and sitting down near the drinks table.
/I am never drinking what you recommend. Ever. Again./
| >As the adrenalin passes, AM follows suit, passing out.
| >>151080
"Not sure how much you talked to Hermes but he said you and I are similar in some ways... So I thought we could talk that's all... we, circumstances aside."
| >>151106
"It is understandable, this meeting was a perfect example of exactly how much you can trust people here."
>He shrugged and accepted the coat, trying to make sense on how it could be adjusted.
"Thank you, it would feel weird to have to walk around here topless. I will repeat my offer once again when I'm about to leave, so see for yourselves. Now, excuse me for a second, I need to patch that idiot over there."
>He turned to CN.
"Sorry, can I have the medkit again?"
| >>151151
/Knew it was gonna be a shitshow eventually. Definitely for sure/
>The voice laughs through the comm despite AM having had passed out
| >>151231
> The boy would find that if he adjusted the collar around the jacket just right it'd adjust to shape to his body. It seemed the nanofibers were sensor based to touch, a one-size-fits all of sorts. It'd shrink to his size and adjust in length and everything else the further he fiddled with it.
| >>151237
"Sorry, I'll cover the expenses."
>Blond boy gave CN a guilty smile, and rushed off to AM's collapsed body.
"You fucking retard."
>He started reciting to the unconscious body, as he put AM on his spine, and started talking his upper clothes away to have a better look at the wound.
"Cant you keep your guts inside your fucking body for a damn week?"
>He leaned to AM's collar.
/Hello there whoever's listening, I am no medic so you better send one./
| /...Wait I'm on an outer team. Why the hell haven't they sent medics in yet/
| >Some time eventually, teams of medics come in and inspect anyone that might be wounded (or dead). A pair approach AM and begin scanning him, scanning him before administering aid
"Smells like alcohol poisoning"
| >Blond boy that provided AM first aid stood up, and finally adjusted the coat to fit his size. He picked up the medkit and walked back to CN, returning the thing to it's owner.
"Thank you again. I'll remember that."
>He said with a weak smile, and turned over to the Aethia's company.
"Now that I've got the mummy treated, I think I'm going to leave this sorry excuse of a meeting. Have you changed your mind about my offer? It would be rude not to repay you for this coat after all."
| >AM begrudgingly opens his eyelids, light flooding them, he puts his hand up to block the light.
"Mmm. King? Ferris?"
|
| /Morning sunshine~. Sorry Mommy's at work and can't give you a ride home~/
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| Outside of the capital building is the usual set of guards, a few members of Black Phoenix can be seen. Around the area police have roadblocked the whole block only allowing one way in. Some corporations have already begun to make their way inside with at most 5 guards. Heading inside the double doors and disappearing from public view.