Special Agent Annebeth Rosa Hostoe's Story

There were a group of sluggish looking traders moving around slowly while there were also Ant like creates moving around to clean the landing bays. The large blast doors closers over after the vessel came in, making sure the heat was kept inside. There was a number of lifts and escalators going to different floors of the massive building along with a small train line of trams. People went about their daily business, trading at their stalls, handling currency, using their computers. Almost everything was operated by someone.

Special Agent Annebeth Rosa Hostoe sighed, pulling away from the wall in her long black leather trenchcoat, it seemed extremely military but she wasn't, she was a special agent of the local trading force. She carrier her ID, a small book, a radio and a pistol. As she walked over in her high heels boots which went up to her ankle, a pair of tights covering her legs, she ran a hand through her hair. She glanced about as she went towards De'gaul and the aids to get IDs and to check any goods that were on board the vessel.

"Greetings, ma'am. Matthew De'Gaul of the Rayviel Corporation." Extending his hand for a handshake, the other turned around a holoscreen base, the act of taking generating the projection of its screen, containing the full manifest of cargo between the trading group. While most of it was sundry goods and suppliers, most notable in the manifest was medical technologies and lesser, approved weapons technologies. These were listed as sample and display items.

"Who would I speak to in terms of establishing a location for trading, if I might ask?" The man seemed to possess a degree of charm, his sharply angular features marking him as a native of Sojourn. His slightly Asian features were punctuated by what appeared to be silver teardrops on the inside and outside corners of his almond-shaped eyes, an earpiece seeming to flow into the flesh around his ear with seamless connection.

She smiled softly, pulling her leather glove off her hand and extended it to meet him, "You'll need to check in with the local Military for those weapons. Weapons are normally banned here unless it's for display. I wouldn't think they would be too happy about weapons coming in, but I can only just direct you to them for the weapons. As for Medical goods, you would be best going down three floors onto floor Nineteen, go down the corridor and it's room twenty two. The hall."

She looked at the aids then shook her hair out her face. The ginger light brown hair went over her shoulders and she pointed towards the way that the sluggish people were going, "If you go down there then to the end of the corridor, there's a weapon office with the local military. They'll check it all and get it ready for transport as I think they would want to see how you transport it. For goods to take back, you should check into the Phobos area of the building. That's where the outbound goods will be."

"Much appreciated ma'am." Inclining his head to her, he motioned one of his aids to the weapons registration office, the other to floor nineteen to handle those negotiations. While the weapon samples they'd brought were listed in the manifest, however, De'Gaul had left the crates on the Hephaestus, anticipating the potential for problems arriving with them unannounced.

"I'll check how our negotiations go in a while. While my colleague prepares for the weapons samples actual registry, I have some time to spare." The man, despite wielding a significant amount of power and wealth, acted with a fair amount of consideration. "Do you get storms like this often?"

Glancing at the woman, his querying gaze was quite serious.

"Once a year, normally the storms hit here. But the people here just really put up with it. The streets are shut and everyone uses the tunnels at this time." She sighed, glancing over towards the sluggish people while she put her glove back on. "So your corporation... Where is it from?" She offered a soft warm smile, "Oh, if you are hungry there's a cafe down the corridor that does amazing heiße Schokolade."

The Military official sighed, writing away when the aid came along to register the weapons. He looked up from his desk in the office next to the window, his black and grey digital camouflage designed for city combat. "Hello. How can I help you?"

"Andromeda Galaxy. We're a private corporation within the UDW." Matthew elaborated. "We specialize in higher technological advances and generally provide the expertise to the other companies within the borders. Though some products of larger scales are exclusively ours."

"I might try that, if a little later. Though, if you don't mind, any current events within the Cybran sector as a whole? I'd heard about Chemias of course, but little since then."

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The aid presented the sample weapons manifest, as well as his credentials as an associate handler of the Rayviel Corporations marketing division. "Currently these display weapons are on our hauler in orbit, but we'd like to get authorization to bring them planetside. Hyperballistic and directed energy, but none of significant caliber or charge."

"A lot of rubbish has been going down. It's said that the Military is still trying to get to a strength again. In full honesty I think it was unfair for what we had done. I've heard a lot lately about the high grade staff in the military and such. It's just something we need to get by. It doesn't help when the Military are fighting the locals down south over drugs. The police at Ferrum-Latus have gave up then called on the military to kick in. Drug gangs... We get a few trying to come into here. The military or I have to deal with it." She sighed, nodding softly. "But at least with this new idea of trading we get new customers to our area and goods. There's rumours going around about the high grade people wanting to change this into a farming world."







The military official sighed,"We have a ban coming in soon that means no weapons will allowed to be planet side. That's meant to come in around a week today. I'll give you authorization, but I'll need to make sure the weapons are safe. What is it your using them for? I wouldn't recommend trying to sell them... At least not here. Maybe on one of those jungle worlds." He sighed, pulling a bit of paper from the shelve next to him and presented it to the aid, "If you sign here and here." He pointed out with a pen.

"Really? If annual storms of this intensity happen, wouldn't that be counter-productive to farming?" De'Gaul raised a brow, then merely shook his head. "I might have to also pay a visit to the local governor, or the native equivalent. Either terraform to at least reduce the severity of the storm, or the means to keep production up. In any case-"

The man paused as the teardrops on his eyes emitted a faint glow, lights playing over the surface of his eyes. His aid was informing he that clearance was in the process of authorization. "A moment, please."

Linking his implant with the communications sweet on the Raptor, transmitted the prep orders for the weapons shipment, as well ordering the tester ammunition loaded. Adding to hold the drop until he called again, the man blinked once more, the lights of his implants fading.

"I do apologize about that."

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Signing where indicated, the aid glanced at the officer. "Demonstration, mainly. Export grade items that, on this run at least, are showcase items. We're waiting for clearances to actually sell them, but it never hurts to interest prospective buyers."

Annebeth sighed softly, "I don't know. It's just rumours." She sighed, turning to look at the people coming towards her. They were in a black and grey smart suit with Cybran optical glasses on. "Ah, Heinrich and Geoa. What are you bring in today for me to see?"

"Not much love, just some more chemicals for the Ferrum-Latus guys making that new shampoo." The man on the right smiled softly, pulling his optics off and offer a hug, of which Annebeth took. "What's this news about a war between the military and some crazy bikers in Ferrum-Latus?"

"I don't know love. It's just rumours. The news had that they were moving some units in from that massive base to the Naval Base there." She sighed, taking the hug before pulling away. "How long have you been off-world?"

"A few weeks at most, travelling. Why? Anything happened here? In Graisfrask?"

"Well..." Annebeth sighed looking at him. His face changed, and looked at De'Gaul. "I'll be over in a minute to check everything, okay?"

"Yeah, sure." Heinrich smiled and went back towards his transporter, around three hundred metres long which was on the ground landing pads.






The Military Official sighed, "I honestly don't think you will be getting a permit for selling, not in the state this area is in anyway. Too much bullshit going on. That's why the ban is going to go in place. The sooner these gangs are out or dead... The quicker people can get back on with their lives."

The aide thanked the official, noting well the nature of the problem, taking his leave and returning to De'gaul.

The two waited for the other aide to return, exchanging idle chatter and bouncing ideas of mercantilism off each other.

"So, primarily going to be a medical run. Pity."
"Potentially more, if we can clearance from the local government for an assistance job."
"Oh?"
"Drug gangs. An apt time to test out the showcase materials, would be in actual combat conditions. Of course the sales, with the current mandates regarding the Cybrans, won't be the prime income source, but it's more than nothing."
"That's close to what I've heard. Biker gangs, if you'd believe it."
"Idiots."

Annebeth looked at them and smiled, "Yes, I couldn't agree more. The gangs are idiots. Idiots who do not understand the concept of trying to live with one an other. After that thing in Chemias, there has been a massive flux in new comers, and people like you. I must say that you do look extremely Cybran like... But still. I need to check the items as you bring them off."