Macorov's Story

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."

Charles Lorian looks around, noticing there's not much to see.

Charles Lorian decides to go back to his ship, there's nothing to see here. He has some organizing to do anyway.