Dane Vogel's Story

Dane Vogel nodded. "I'll be sure to do that, good day to you." He said as he took his forms and half-stormed out of the office.

Dane Vogel nodded. "Thank you for your time." He said before he inclined his head, then he turned to leave.

The Tech Con Terran HQ Was a towering building in Wing City, it's black glass finish gleaming in the sunlight. The streets in Tech Con's sector of the city were wide and opened, lined with trees on both sides. The entire city reflected Aschen architecture, with jagged, ultra-modern glass and trinnium buildings towering high into the sky. Transports belonging to Tech Con came and went from the spaceport, and Tech Con vehicles prowled the streets.

Dane Vogel would be in his office, the penthouse suite of this towering 167 story building, the city at Vogel's fingertips. Holographic screens flickered at his sides, and behind him, showing the city in a Tech Con light, with painted in modern buildings jutting out from where the slums should be.

Dane Vogel smiled as he looked up from his desk, two RDA mercenaries gripping their Disruptor rifles before Vogel waved them off. "Mr. Orpheo... Mr. Koni, welcome to the Hagan Building." He said as he flicked off the holographic view of Tech Con's plans for the city behind him.

"I'm glad you could join me." He added, before he depressed the intercom. "Jaime.. can you have someone bring up some water for me? Thanks." He said, before he shifted in his seat.

"What can we, at Tech Con do for you?"

Dane Vogel laughed, and then he looked up to a young secretary whom placed a pitcher of water on Vogel's desk. Then Vogel brought up information on a dossier, the Anquietas text scrolling across the flickering screen.

"Letting another corporation into the Local Region wouldn't Benifet Tech Con like you think it would, it would be a matter that we would have to discuss further." He said, before he turned out to look out at the city. "We're working on forcing OmniCorp out of the city and into bankruptcy... what could your company offer us.. to put us on the edge over OmniCorp?" He asked, turning on his chair to face the two.

"Data provided by the absorbed Confederacy also tells me that your CEO cowed to the Vatakuec, can you confirm this?"

Dane Vogel was silent as he listened to the statements. "Tech Con also has a large weapons production division, what are you trying to sell me here?" He asked, before he looked to some paperwork on his desk. Then he turned back up to the two men. "I just don't know if it's the right move for Tech Con.. I might need a little incentive." He said, watching Koni as he circled.

"Why are you so interested in Tech Con?"

Dane Vogel looked down to his desk as the building rocked and rumbled, her trinnium support members holding fast despite the attacks, though the building swayed and shuddered, Vogel managed to depress a small button under his desk, and then he looked up. "You're good, but have you considered an exit plan?" He asked, then he straightened.

"Of course I'd be willing to return to negotiations." He said, before one of the Jet bikes was swiftly cut down, followed by the second by a lance of energy, it was then Vogel suddenly ducked under his desk as the hulking form of a PCF Gunship loomed in the window, augmented by a second, with their white hulls gleaming in the sunlight.

On their wing tips two rotary emplacements began to spin, whirring loudly before bathing the entire office, and the two men with rapid-fire plasma ordinance, a second PCF Gunship looped around and swatted down anything else that encroached on the Tech Con building.

After the initial plasma salvo, the first gunship turned on it's side, laying down suppression fire with it's starboard rotary plasma cannons, it then smashed it's side into the building, two doors thrown open to allow power armored RDA Mercenaries to roll in, both of them wielding gattling lasers, then several more rolled in armed with disruptors, one quickly throwing Vogel behind him and allowing the CEO to silently crawl towards the Gunship.

It was then a loudspeaker boomed in the room, if the men weren't gunned down already.

"Surrender, place your hands on your head, get on your knees, and cross your ankles." The speaker boomed. By now, RDA Personnel on Airfrigates and Technicals had surrounded the building, sealing it off from potential escape.

The first gunship buckled and rocked at the impact of the first SAM, white shields flickering as the craft rocked with the explosion. Of course, being a space borne frigate, it was capable of handling a few missile strikes, and so the WCPD Sabers would be targeted by the Frigate's underside Fuel-rod cannon, which returned fire with a single Hypersonic plutonium slug. And of course the Sabers got the attention of the Technicals, which unloaded with everything from 35mm Fuel Rod Cannons, to rotary plasma fire before two Tech Con painted Myrmidon HBT's came barreling down the main road.

"Hotel-Bravo this is Papa one, I've got the origin of the AA Fire in my sights, clear the road of civvies and light em up." The Tank Commander said, as the massive four-tread Dual-barreled tank trundled up to the Saber, unleashing two powerful shots from it's dual-gauss cannons.

The thing that was illigitimate about the Sabers, was that the WCPD didn't patrol and secure the Tech Con district, rather it was the RDA That did so. And so the response was swift, given the location of Tech Con's HQ to it's Armory, it was able to man and send in units quickly and efficiently.

The other three missiles headed to the first gunship were fooled by the nanoreflective superheated chaff that was fired outwards in all directions, aimed at causing premature detonations by interfering with the detonator, of course the proximity would cause another flicker of the shields, and rock the frigate once more.

Inside the Power Armored RDA Personnel began to close in on the two, with one of them drawing a pair of binders.

"You dun goof'd." One of the soldiers said. Even as a proverbial war-zone unfolded outside.

"Striker One One this is PCF Alpha, we're taking heavy fire, we have a class one terrorist incursion and need immediate medical assistance, we have wounded, how copy."

With Vogel on board the first Gunship, it quickly pulled away and then broke away from the window, once they saw the men on the rooftop, the Pilot pointed it out.

"We got men on that rooftop firing down on those positions, PCF Beta, close in and light them up, we're pulling for orbit." The Pilot radioed as the Gunship lifted up into the skies, while the second pulled around the height of the building, spotting the Ten Men cell.

"Targets located, locking on..." The Pilot said. "Gunner one, take them down." He said as the Airfrigate swooped over the rooftop, showering it with green bolts of death, circling it and raining fire on the formation.

Down below several Technicals went up in brilliant explosions, while the AT Weapon collided with the energy shields of the Myrmidon HBT, then punching through and hitting armor, it was enough to severely damage the tank, but not cripple it.

"We're taking fire from above! They're all around us!" One Tank Commander screamed.

"We've lost power, that AT round struck the main reactor, we're sitting ducks." A Lieutenant reported.

Meanwhile the PCF Looped back around, pointing it's nose towards the rooftop and deploying what looked like a gun barrel lined up on it's dorsal structure.

"Sir, MAC Deployed, charging for fire solution." The PCF Commander reported, before a deafening whir and clunk echoed in the area, before a 18 inch Hyperconductive MAC Slug was delivered towards the rooftop, decimating everything atop that building and taking half the building with it.

"Targets Neutralized, cooling MAC now."

The street shuddered as the explosives went up, splitting the road down the middle after it had been recently paved. But the gunfire had died down with the deployment of the Frigate's MAC Gun, and so the Tech Con workers were now hard at work trying to round up the wounded and cordon off the area, with the two Airfrigates circling the sector.

"This is PCF Beta, targets neutralized... Area Secure, proceed with Medivac."

Dane Vogel looked to his watch, and then he looked up to the guards. "It's nine in the morning." He said, clearing his throats as the Mercenaries all chuckled to themselves.

"I don't think you quite grasp who we are, now, I don't need an appointment, and a few thousand Cubits should change your mind and let me in." He said, looking back to his RDA mercenaries, all of them grasping their weapons, advanced Aschen weapons, then Vogel turned back to the guard.

"Now, I'd like to see the CEO, as I have some urgent matters to discuss."

Dane Vogel made a frown and then he nodded. "Very well, who is here that I could speak too, and what exactly is this favor?" He said, shifting his weight as another one of the many Tech Con technicals pulled up, and Mercenaries disembarked from the Vehicle.

"I eagerly await to meet the executives of this company." He added.

Dane Vogel is present.

Dane Vogel offered a nod and then signalled a pair of his Mercenaries to come in with him and stand as his bodyguards, while the other ones casually began to move on. Quietly, Vogel approached the building. Making his way towards the front doors and showing his pass, when he approached the receptionist, he spoke. "I need to speak with Soha Alfarsi, I've got an appointment, tell her Dane Vogel is here to see her." He said casually, before showing his Tech Con ID Card.

Dane Vogel spoke up. "Miss Alfarsi, may I come in? We have quite a bit to discuss." He said, as he stepped forwards towards the office, Vogel was a stark contrast to Alfarsi, with his blond hair and green eyes, and typical businessman complex. "I have some pretty big shoes to fill, Hagan left a pretty big legacy. It's a shame what happened to him, but I plan to continue operating as Hagan has prior." Vogel said, as he stepped in.

"I am sure you know why I am here." He said, as he withdrew a small Holocron from his jacket, reaching forward to find a table. "Do you mind if I use your table for a moment? I have some things to discuss with you."

Dane Vogel smiled. "The press? Tech Con rakes in Trillions of cubits across twenty something planets annually, We've got government contracts with the Pegasus project and the Defense Initiative, in addition to owning most of the land where you're trying to rebuild, you see, we at Tech con don't particularly care about the well being of some barbarians, so long as the bottom line is being met." Vogel said, getting himself comfortable.

"Why do you care about them anyway?" He asked, checking his holocron, getting reports of skirmishes between African rebels and Tech Con mercenaries, his eyes on a video of an RPG attack on a Tech Con convoy, followed by AK-47 and energy weapons fire.

"Your interference would disrupt my status quo."

Dane Vogel chuckled. "You're right, but the Terran Government can't dictate what can and cannot be built on Tech Con property, and those mines, along with much of that land, is Tech Con Property, last time I checked, now unless the Terran Government plans to seize this property, which I have not been notified of.." He said, stroking his chin.

"They're not people, they're savages, beasts of burden, do you really expect a people who have lived in grass huts their entire civilized existence to be anything more? You Terrans have a skewed perception of things."

Dane Vogel leaned forward and then he quietly cleared his throat. "I'm saying, that a bunch of niggers aren't worth your time, and that Tech Con is taking good care of them." He said, his voice low so no one else can hear.

"I'm saying, that these Savages know nothing else, that's all they good for is work, and your 'humanitarian efforts' to give food and water to a bunch of savages, is interfering with my Diamond, and Uranium mining operations, operations that mind you, the very survival of the Aschen Confederation depend upon, so why don't we negotiate a solution to our problem, before resorting to Corporate warfare."

Dane Vogel was caught by suprise for a moment, was this woman actually approving of his arguement, there was a pause and then Vogel's look softened, before he donned a smile on his face. "What is the one thing that drives our companies?" He said, already formulating a plan. "Money, you're in the corporate world, you know money drives our things.. I have a proposal, where both of our companies can benefit, see.. I do have a plan to rebuild the ravaged parts of Africa, Tech Con purchased large tracts of land, and we need to develop them, Your company develops our land, into corporate parks, high-rise towers.. and clean wide streets, then we parcel the land off to the natives at inflated prices, in order to pay for their homes, they have to work in my mines, when they purchase the property from us, we'll split the cost 50/50, You'll make a profit on top of the TNG's payments. We'll drive out the militia element with heightened security, and we'll develop Africa into a new Corporate state."

nodded as he headed towards the door, holding it open for the woman to head out before he did, and as they made their way down the two RDA Mercenaries would be waiting in the lobby, as they have for the duration of the deal. Vogel was quiet for a moment before he made a subtle hand gesture, the Mercenary walked out only to return several moments later with a tray of ice cold Ambrosia, and two frosted glasses.

After a moment, the drink was poured and handed off, the smell of anise and licorice permeated the air.
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