Cobreo Dellèvon's Story

Six months ago: Zai had heard about the city of Kanderdam, and how it was controlled by mobsters. But where most people saw a wicked and twisted city, He saw opportunity. Zai took his chances and moved into the city. Not only to escape from Karma, but also to start over. His plan was simple yet effective. All he had to do is do what he did best. Assassinate the major mobsters. That's would be difficult, but it was nothing Zai Akubane couldn't have handled. Soon after many weeks of being in the city, and colleting info, he had devised a plan. See the general population hated the mobsters, because the mobsters had them pay ridiculous prices for protection against them. Everyone wanted the mobsters to be taken down, but no one had the skills nor audacity to do soo. Zai did. After al, he had nothing to lose, and everything to gain. His plan was unfolding perfectly. First he gathered a group of people who where willing to help him, and had most of the general population fund him. And then they where all set. They stroked first, when Zai had assassinated the most powerful Mobster in the city, Dominique. Of course conflict broke out, but Zai and his rebels stood strong. One by one, more and more mobsters where killed over the past six months until only a handful where left.
Now they are the only people holding Zai back from taking one of the most economically prosperous cities in the whole MV, and over 50% of the city is already his. Zai's plan was working, and he slowly "Liberated" the cities population, one killed mobster at a time. Of course Zai's leadership, protection, and assassinations came at a cost to the public, but it was far much less than the previous mobsters before him. To the public eye, he was a hero and liberator of Kanderdam City. And he is only getting more popular as he pushes the remaining mobsters out of his territory, but not before they put up a fight.
The living Shadow of Kanderdam City and so called hero is also quiet wealthy now, after collecting taxes and revenue of the cities.

Cobreo threw his cell phone out the window of his stretch hover and poured himself a glass of champagne. If he had to rad one more blurb about that damned vigilante, he was going to return to killing for sport. It meant the game was getting sloppy. These idiots were dropping like flies. How was it hard to lose your pulse when you had this kind of money? This kind of power? The more flies dropping, the easier it is to spot the bees. Cobreo liked to think of himself as a hornet.

The stretch hover glided south down Verbond Boulevard. Sitting in silence he watched the people go by. Nobody could see him, but every now and again someone pointed at the stretch hover; usually a young girl swift to text everyone about who she just saw out on the town. The vehicle itself was liquid black and would have been relatively inconspicuous... save the glowing blue stone crest anchored on the very front and it's shape in entirety. Brutalism was a word Cobreo decided he liked. The style of architecture was imposing and bold, with a solid stature that dared you to even try knocking it down. This was entirely relatable to the young boss. The style was adapted throughout every aspect of his life from that point forward, from the blocky yet streamlined shapes of his custom cars, the hotels he built throughout the Multiverse, all the way to the threading of the fabrics he wore.

Taking a sip of his champagne Cobreo psionically tuned the radio to play one of his favorite songs. In his minds eye he connected to the network most of the planet was connected to, but had to access through device. Not Cobreo. He searched feeds for mention of the vigilante and was happy to find the network seemed to be refocusing. It's too bad everyone was still spreading the photos of Dominique's corpse. A fire burned in his gut every time one floated through his minds eye.

There goes another one. Cobreo squeezed his eyes shut. For a moment his face twisted in anguish. Then, he completely relaxed. The young boss downed his champagne as the vehicle pulled up to his appointment at the tallest building in the city; Hotigan Enterprises Executive Building. After a deep breath he flicked the door open. Two beautiful young women received him, one on either arm, and escorted him through towering black glass doors and into the building.

Six more liquid black hovers surrounded the scene, with twelve protective agents posted throughout. Cobreo wasn't stupid, and was wearing his best shock absorbent survival undergarments beneath his designer suit. Though it wasn't condoned, the public seemed to support the vigilante in his moves to kill off the string pullers of Kanderdam. If he played the game right, nobody would ever suspect he was one of them. On the other hand...
The undergarments weren't very comfortable, but he was no stupid fly.

Zai was sitting atop the building right across from the Hotigan Enterprises Executive Building. Zai watched as one of the three men getting in his way made his way inside the building. He couldn't attack now. He needed the element of surprise in full swing in able to kill Cobreo. But unlike the rest, he left no openings for Zai to do so. He was frustrated. Zai had been tracking Cobreo for over a week now, and now one opportunity had opened up to slit the mans throat. He was definitely much smarter then the rest of the mobsters, and wouldn't be caught dead without protection. There he was. Right. There.
Zai had placed several moles and double agents within Cobreo's operations, but he was getting little info. Soon enough Zai found himself hiding in the shadows of an allyway, right outside the Hotigan Enterprises Executive Building. In the shadows lurked dozens of other rebels, starring up at the towering building with hungry eyes. "Cobreo must think Im stupid" Zai says in a low voice as he grins to himself. Zai saw his undergarments, and Zai also saw a single flaw in Cobreo's almost flawless defence. If Zai could separate Cobreo from his guards… He could eradicate him once and for all. Soon all the Rebels including Zai took their places, and waited for Zai's command.

Macorov pounded his fist on his desk in anger. What would his father think if he knew the same rebels that killed him, are starting to take control of the city he once ruled. A lot had changed since Macorov had taken up his fathers business. The most drastic of these changes was the change in Macorov's demenor. Lately he had been drinking more, and in addition to that he wasn't like himself. Usually he was ruthless and unforgiving, but now he was passive. Macorov was losing his spunk. He had seen just to many of those Dominique assassination picture, and was just to stressed out over the past 6 months that he was losing his "Mojo".
His world was falling apart. So he just kept drinking, that would solve his problems. But they didn't. If Macorov didn't sighten out soon, he would be replaced by Assa, Dominique's right hand-hand man and partner in crime. If Macorov lost his position, he would be nothing but a failure to the mob and the World. Assa was already planning to take up leadership. Cobreo was also a runner up, if Assa was "eliminated". But for now, all Macorov wants now is to get revenge, and another beer.

Mars Corp had been very busy this past couple of years. Between business opportunities that had been presented within the Cobalt Edge and even their arms deals between several factions, the bottom line had still been met and profit acquired. Mr. Malachite himself simply looked comfortably out from the top floor of his company building in the city of Kanderdam. The planet was exactly what the Megacorp. needed as Mars Corps fleet sat above in high orbit whilst making a commerce exchange at an orbital docking site. The city lights shined brightly like the stars above but the hefty CEO only looked forward as if looking past the scenery before him and on something more close to home.

The office in which he inhabited was luxurious to a fault as priceless works of art seemed to inhabit the walls on every surface. The room itself seemed more like a museum as everything had its proper and rightful place within. Malachite grinned nursing a glass of scotch whilst looking over the latest planetwide fiscal reports through his AR feed only to find another document being brought to his attention by the company's artificial intelligence along with a series of text.

"Pardon the interruption but Doulas Weskit has reported back in over your companies interest in the planet known as Designation 43-A2, Gaia. The forms have been filed in triplicate and are awaiting your signature to commence with the operation."

The CEO set his glass down and brought his attention elsewhere for a second as a sleek white feline-like automaton jumped up into his lap only to find deft hands to scratch behind the creature's ears. The creature regarded David Malachite with green gem-like eyes only to move away once it had enough attention.

"Voice authorization, David Aster Malachite. For the forms involving all procedures involving the planet of Gaia. Also, Atom, if you'd kindly, have Ms. Rotfeuer attend our first contact with the Gaian inhabitants. I'm sure Mr. Weskit is more than capable of handling a few backward natives but I wish to be more informed over smaller details."

swiping away the augmented file for a moment David rose from his seat takin up his libation only to be greeted by a single droid which quickly and deftly took the glass from the CEO only to accompany the large man from the lavish office and out into the city air and onto a landing pad."Atom. Lock up our office and run security sweeps on all floors. Also, send a query out towards the competition and see about inviting them to a bit high functioning business luncheon....."

David gave pause for a brief moment as the feline eidolon traipsed behind him and out of the office whilst the droid continued to follow. The mechanical cat began to whir as it brushed up against its owner's leg only to sit by its master and wait for the personal ship to arrive.

"Cancel that. I will personally send out the invitations. Besides, I doubt those three will want to miss out on the opportunity to exploit a new resource."

Cobreo Dellèvon was busy deciding whether or not he had enough toe room when he received a very important call. Business off planet was really starting to boom, which was good news for he and his pockets. Besides, Kanderdam had become too dangerous for Cobreo. He was a walking target in this climate.

The call ended quick, a shuttle waiting for him at the spaceport. Cobreo left a fold of local cash on the counter and waved away the change. They always took good care of him at Foot Rocket. Him and his new shoes walked out, wondering what the stylist had decided to pack. He hoped it was nothing with fringe. When did fringe come in style, and why?

Cobreo Dellèvon slipped on sunglasses and adjusted his collar. Two escorts exited the hover-SUV behind him and kept close. Cobreo started off towards where his private transport was waiting. If he wasn't so paranoid he'd be excited. Cobreo cursed the vigilantes which had him living on the verge of fear. He knocked his chin back a hair and raised his nose, sending the message that he wouldn't be intimidated.

A small group of teenage girls giggled as he passed them by, and every now and then he could feel his picture being taken. Before long Cobreo arrived at his transport.

The Blakomet maneuvered from where it was parked into a giant tube, which was from where it would launch.

"Are you excited?" A servant asked Cobreo as they set down a napkin, then a fresh drink, on the small table beside Cobreo's recliner. Cobreo gave half a snort and didn't even bother to look in the direction of the servant who spoke to him.

"To cut a fuckin' ribbon?" Cobreo finally said to the back of the servant as he retreated out of the room. The servant hesitated. Cobreo clinked his drink, looking out of the window. They were preparing to launch, and had maneuvered into the tube. He watched the lights for a moment. He chugged the rest of the drink and flung the glass at the servant. It narrowly missed their head, clinking off of the wall and rolling across the soft carpet.

"Another one," Cobreo snapped when the servant reached for it. He bucked himself in for launch, knowing in another part of the ship the servant was doing the same, and kicked around different insults to sling at them upon their return.

Cobreo Dellèvon looked down at Larus, the bird shaped continent, and felt himself as if his wings were spreading.

Cobreo Dellèvon grumbled that it was taking too long to get away from the planet, and that they were a sitting duck out here, when the warp drives rumbled to a start.

Cobreo Dellèvon glanced Carmen up and down and gave her a snort. Six years she had been gone, disappeared the same day he ascended as Don Dellevon. Everyone knew she wanted the position, and many believed she deserved it more than he. Cobreo had shown them. He had shown them with what he could do and if that didn't teach them, he showed them what he was capable of.

Needless to say, he had the majority of familial support. After the third year Carmen's name wasn't much more than a whisper.

Carmen Dellevon offered a tiny smile, with more than enough mischief in her eyes to cause Cobreo to grow suspicious of his cousin.

Cobreo Dellèvon narrowed his eyes and clenched his fist. He couldn't read her, though he tried. That was the downside to their blood. Psionic, except upon those you shared too much blood with. If she was his third cousin he would have been able to infiltrate her intentions, but she wasn't. She was his first cousin and he would have to wait for her words.

A gentle ding indicated to prepare for docking. Still glaring daggers at his cousin Cobreo buckled himself back in.