Tech Con Headquarters
Tech Con HQ is the central nerve center for all of Tech Con, and it's Trans Galactic holdings.
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Steel Erutin [5]
Jacquelyn Rose [1]
Enly-solnattessan Xakyu Enhasaith [0] A safir earthseer dragonknight -- a blue-skinned, four-armed, psionic elflike being with the power to see the future and a psionic, six-legged dragon for a mount.
Lyrian Lee [0]
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The Director shrugged. "We'll be nice. You have 48 hours to decide." He said and smiled. "We'll know when you've made the right decision. After 48 hours? Well." She shrugged and smiled. "We'll see. I can't promise your daughter's safety from my superiors after that amount of time."
The Director put a hand on Stahl's shoulder. "She's a pretty girl, your Julia. I'd hate to see what would happen to her." She transported both of them out of there, threat made.
The Director put a hand on Stahl's shoulder. "She's a pretty girl, your Julia. I'd hate to see what would happen to her." She transported both of them out of there, threat made.
Miles Hagan concern and fear began to slowly resonate into anger. "You harm her and I guaren-frakking-tee you the United Aschen Empire will be right beside the Belkan Hegemony as your pathetic state is crushed!" He said, finally steeling his resolve.
"I normally don't negotiate with Terrorists." He said, narrowing his eyes. "How do I know that you won't turn on us if I give you this Technology? How do I know you will carry out and free my Daughter?" He said, shaking his head. "I'm just a tool to you, I give you the plans, you build your defenses and kill my Daughter anyway, and then, the Divine Shadow shuts down Tech Con and has me executed for Heresy. You really don't care for the Big Picture."
"I normally don't negotiate with Terrorists." He said, narrowing his eyes. "How do I know that you won't turn on us if I give you this Technology? How do I know you will carry out and free my Daughter?" He said, shaking his head. "I'm just a tool to you, I give you the plans, you build your defenses and kill my Daughter anyway, and then, the Divine Shadow shuts down Tech Con and has me executed for Heresy. You really don't care for the Big Picture."
Unfortunately, thanks to Traveler tech, they left in the middle of his threat to him. After all, they had made their point, why would they stay around.
They didn't care for the Big Picture. All the rebels wanted was a fighting chance against their enemies.
They didn't care for the Big Picture. All the rebels wanted was a fighting chance against their enemies.
Miles Hagan growled as they were Transported out of the room.
"Get me the Divine Shadow..." He said, after he picked up the phone.
"Get me the Divine Shadow..." He said, after he picked up the phone.
Miles Hagan stared out the window of the massive skyscraper, leaning on his jeweled cane, two Tech Con Mercenaries standing guard behind him. He slowly shook his head and watched as the first components of the MAC Guns destined for the Erutin Rebels were being constructed in a massive yard nestled in the Tech Con Complex.
"I hope this plan works." He said, shaking his head. "I want my daughter to be safe."
"I hope this plan works." He said, shaking his head. "I want my daughter to be safe."
"It won't."
The voice slithered ominously out of the shadows, as dark and cryptic-sounding as it was indistinguishable and foreign. As Hagan and guards turned towards the newcomer, they would watch a tall figure seemingly rise out of the floor, garbed in a hanging black cloak and hood. Only his face stood out in contrast: a mask of brilliant, lunar white.
He did not step forward, but lingered back.
"I wish you no harm," the stranger continued, "give me five minutes of your time and your daughter will be returned to you."
The voice slithered ominously out of the shadows, as dark and cryptic-sounding as it was indistinguishable and foreign. As Hagan and guards turned towards the newcomer, they would watch a tall figure seemingly rise out of the floor, garbed in a hanging black cloak and hood. Only his face stood out in contrast: a mask of brilliant, lunar white.
He did not step forward, but lingered back.
"I wish you no harm," the stranger continued, "give me five minutes of your time and your daughter will be returned to you."
Both mercenaries instantly leveled their weapons on the figure as he emerged, and Hagan turned, stepping back. "I tire of these intrusions!" He called out, narrowing his eyes at the figure, despite the whine of weapons and the leveling of the two mercenaries. "Say your piece." He called out, reaching for the trigger guard of his jeweled cane.
"Five minutes." Hagan asserted.
"Five minutes." Hagan asserted.
He made no movements or gestures, his dark figure as stoic and still as inauspicious and vigilant as a gothic statue. Only his cloak seemed to move... thick tendrils of smoky shadow whipping off of the fabric like snakes.
"You will construct the MAC's as intended," he continued, his speech low and monotone, "you will make the demand that your daughter be returned to you within twenty-four hours of the MAC's being delivered. That will give them enough time to inspect the weapons before handing the girl back over to Aschen custody." The mask inclined an inch. "You will outfit one of the guns with a small compartment suitable for a man to hide and cloak himself inside of. I will assume this position. When they take the weapons into their ships for inspection, I will rescue your daughter from where they are keeping her, destroy the MAC guns and deliver to the Imperial armada the precise location of the rebel fleet."
The figure took a step back. "You have no knowledge of this. You do not condone this. The compartment you are going to build is purely for storage purposes. The Kevlin-shield jacket and joule-depressor you will outfit it with is to allow for the containment of energized ammunition. You have not negotiated with me. You have not agreed to anything with me. I do not represent Tech Con nor the Empire."
"All you have to do is make the intended demands and build the weapons. I will do the rest."
"You will construct the MAC's as intended," he continued, his speech low and monotone, "you will make the demand that your daughter be returned to you within twenty-four hours of the MAC's being delivered. That will give them enough time to inspect the weapons before handing the girl back over to Aschen custody." The mask inclined an inch. "You will outfit one of the guns with a small compartment suitable for a man to hide and cloak himself inside of. I will assume this position. When they take the weapons into their ships for inspection, I will rescue your daughter from where they are keeping her, destroy the MAC guns and deliver to the Imperial armada the precise location of the rebel fleet."
The figure took a step back. "You have no knowledge of this. You do not condone this. The compartment you are going to build is purely for storage purposes. The Kevlin-shield jacket and joule-depressor you will outfit it with is to allow for the containment of energized ammunition. You have not negotiated with me. You have not agreed to anything with me. I do not represent Tech Con nor the Empire."
"All you have to do is make the intended demands and build the weapons. I will do the rest."
Miles Hagan shook his head. "The Divine Shadow has already instructed me to outfit the weapons with a remote switch to disable them, the Belkan and Aschen fleet would stamp the Rebels out after the defenses are disabled... but your proposal adds a bit of extra insurance." He said, stroking his chin.
"How much do you want?" He said, reaching into his desk to grab his checkbook.
"Name your price, and I will gladly pay it, anything to save my daughter."
"How much do you want?" He said, reaching into his desk to grab his checkbook.
"Name your price, and I will gladly pay it, anything to save my daughter."
"You can't risk the rebels discovering the disabling device," he replied darkly, "if they find out that you intentionally tried to double-cross them, your daughter's life is forfeit. Send me in, and there is absolutely no risk. At worse, they discover me and kill me. Since I have no connections or ties that can be traced back to Tech Con, your image is secure. At best, I do all I intend to do. You have your daughter. The Empire has their criminals."
A steady silence pervaded afterwards. Perhaps the figure was thinking. "I demand no compensation for this. Justice seeks no reward except order's swift return."
A steady silence pervaded afterwards. Perhaps the figure was thinking. "I demand no compensation for this. Justice seeks no reward except order's swift return."
Miles Hagan chuckled. "You overestimate the rebels. They lack the technological understanding of Aschen technology to even Operate the platforms, they will require Aschen teaching them how to operate the platforms. Though your idea is sound.. I don't know if I could challenge the Divine Shadow on it." Hagan said, waving the Mercenaries to stand down.
"I will bring your proposal before the Divine Shadow, I am sure he won't have a problem, but it's always good to be sure."
"I will bring your proposal before the Divine Shadow, I am sure he won't have a problem, but it's always good to be sure."
Dominic Hagan was fidgeting in his chair, blinking rapidly at the trio of holo screens in front of him. His fingers flew across the virtual paperwork and the keyboard on his desk in a backbreaking pace. His jacket and tie lay thrown over a nearby coat rack, and the dress shirt he WAS wearing was open at the neck and looked slightly wrinkled for wear.
His intercom buzzed.
"Answer," he said absently, eyes still glued to his work.
"Mr. Hagan," the voice of his secretary filtered through the intercom, "we have some issues about sleeping arrangements for some of our... um... guests."
"We don't have enough beds?" Dom's brows furrowed. He reached out towards a virtual copy of a contracting license and flipped to the next page.
"I'm afraid not, sir. We're about nine beds short."
"Order them immediately. Call Braxton down on Luxem and put in for a special order. Try and have them shipped here in the next two hours. Large beds, mind you. I won't have them sleeping on cots."
"Yes sir. Right away sir."
The intercom went dead. Dominic continued to work furiously for another minute or so... before pushing himself away from his desk, inhaling sharply and running his hands through his hair. Just a little break.
His intercom buzzed.
"Answer," he said absently, eyes still glued to his work.
"Mr. Hagan," the voice of his secretary filtered through the intercom, "we have some issues about sleeping arrangements for some of our... um... guests."
"We don't have enough beds?" Dom's brows furrowed. He reached out towards a virtual copy of a contracting license and flipped to the next page.
"I'm afraid not, sir. We're about nine beds short."
"Order them immediately. Call Braxton down on Luxem and put in for a special order. Try and have them shipped here in the next two hours. Large beds, mind you. I won't have them sleeping on cots."
"Yes sir. Right away sir."
The intercom went dead. Dominic continued to work furiously for another minute or so... before pushing himself away from his desk, inhaling sharply and running his hands through his hair. Just a little break.
Whisper appeared without warning, a vague whispy apparation that rapidly took form in front of Dominic's desk. As the strange substance drew together into the form of Whisper, it became apparant perhaps how the girl had come and gone unnoticed from the rooftop of the building Dominic had last met her upon.
She looked better than she did when they last spoke. The bandages about her eyes were gone and in place a set of blue irises looked upon Dominic. There was a healthier flush to her skin and the gauntness had faded from her cheeks as well. Wherever she had been, it seemed to be treating her well. Perhaps it had something to do with the grey uniform she wore that marked has a member of the Aschen Special Projects Division - a fact not too far off mark from Dominic's original assumptions as to where the strange girl had come from.
"Dominic," she said before looking away to avoid eye contact. "I wanted to speak with you."
The oddity of her abrupt appearance after several months off Langara seemed to go unnoticed by the girl as she got right to the point of the matter.
She looked better than she did when they last spoke. The bandages about her eyes were gone and in place a set of blue irises looked upon Dominic. There was a healthier flush to her skin and the gauntness had faded from her cheeks as well. Wherever she had been, it seemed to be treating her well. Perhaps it had something to do with the grey uniform she wore that marked has a member of the Aschen Special Projects Division - a fact not too far off mark from Dominic's original assumptions as to where the strange girl had come from.
"Dominic," she said before looking away to avoid eye contact. "I wanted to speak with you."
The oddity of her abrupt appearance after several months off Langara seemed to go unnoticed by the girl as she got right to the point of the matter.
Dominic turned on his toes, first alarmed at the intrusion and then confused.
"..Jacquelyn?" he looked positively confounded, "...Jacquelyn, is that you?" He stepped around his desk. "Good gods woman, how did you get-..." He stopped himself, noting how she outright avoided eye contact with him.
"...are you alright?"
"..Jacquelyn?" he looked positively confounded, "...Jacquelyn, is that you?" He stepped around his desk. "Good gods woman, how did you get-..." He stopped himself, noting how she outright avoided eye contact with him.
"...are you alright?"
I'm fine," Whisper replied. "I just... I wanted to talk to you about something."
Her reason for coming here had been simple enough, but standing here it seemed awkward now to put it into words.
"Do you have a minute?" she asked.
Her reason for coming here had been simple enough, but standing here it seemed awkward now to put it into words.
"Do you have a minute?" she asked.
"Well... of course...," Dominic looked about himself, "...can I get you a drink or something? Here, we can sit over here..." He gestured towards the nearby couches, still obviously recovering from the abrupt surprise of seeing Whisper again.
Whisper shook her head. "I'm fine," she reiterated at his offer of a drink and a seat.
"I wanted to ask you -" she hesitated and rubbed at her brow lightly.
"Do you remember the poem you were reading, before?" she asked.
The question seemed peculiar and random for the girl to have come all the way to Luminere to inquire into it.
"I wanted to ask you -" she hesitated and rubbed at her brow lightly.
"Do you remember the poem you were reading, before?" she asked.
The question seemed peculiar and random for the girl to have come all the way to Luminere to inquire into it.
"Uh," Dominic froze, halfway through the motions of procuring a pitcher of water and two glasses, "...yeah. Of course. 'The Redemption of Paragon'. The fairy-tale." He set the items down, rolling up his sleeves and leaning against his desk. All of this was incredible strange, of course... but Jacquelyn HAD been a rather strange girl, from what he'd gathered. He'd met her on the roof of his building, after all. Wearing a blindfold.
"What about it?" he perked a confused brow.
"What about it?" he perked a confused brow.
"You didn't finish it," she explained. "Do you have a copy?" she asked. "Here?"
"It's..." she shook her head.
What was she supposed to say. A man had shown up in a Terran alley bearing the name of the very same poem that Dominic had been reading to her?
"I'm trying to figure some things out. It might help."
Though she looked physically healthier, her posture still betrayed her unease at speaking with Dominic much as it had back in Caprica. The aversion of her eyes remained prevalent.
"It's..." she shook her head.
What was she supposed to say. A man had shown up in a Terran alley bearing the name of the very same poem that Dominic had been reading to her?
"I'm trying to figure some things out. It might help."
Though she looked physically healthier, her posture still betrayed her unease at speaking with Dominic much as it had back in Caprica. The aversion of her eyes remained prevalent.
"Yeah, I have a copy," Dominic was only further flabbergasted. She sneaks into his room in the middle of the night after not seeing him for weeks... to borrow a book? Deciding not to question her outright, Dominic walked over to one of his bookshelves, quickly selecting a medium-sized volume. "This is a book of fairy-tales from the Milky Way." He nodded. "Should have the Terran, Aschen and Scatteran versions of the story in it. It's written in Anquietas. You can read that, right?" He moved back to Whisper, weighing the book in his hand. He looked cautiously up at the girl.
"...Jacquelyn, can you look at me? Please?"
"...Jacquelyn, can you look at me? Please?"
"I can read Anquietas," Whisper replied.
As Dominic held onto the book in favor of asking her to look at him, she glanced to him briefly, but her eyes shifted away again as they met his. Again she rubbed at her brow as if to sooth a headache.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have intruded like this, I should go. May I borrow it?" she asked.
As Dominic held onto the book in favor of asking her to look at him, she glanced to him briefly, but her eyes shifted away again as they met his. Again she rubbed at her brow as if to sooth a headache.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have intruded like this, I should go. May I borrow it?" she asked.
"No, really, I don't mind," he stepped closer, smiling, "I don't want you to feel like you can't come here. You're always welcome here. Here and everywhere else I own." He gestured towards her face. "Your eyes. The bandages, they're gone." He held the book carefully out to her. "You look good, too. I'm glad you've been taking care of yourself." He paused. "Wherever it is you've been."
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