Setting
Cobalt Edge is a vast aray of planets and stars that falls under the single banner of Emperor Mor, First of the Council and now Emperor of the New Sith Empire, and within the vast blue nebula that seems to take on a form of its own nothing can determine it more from any other than its large icy structures and vast fields of rare ores deposited along belts of asteroids and planetary rings. Cobalt Edge has had many powers pass through its space but none has seemingly transformed the planets within into a orderly and dominate force capable of defending their own.
Most trade through this system depends upon rare minerals and credits but it all goes through a division of Mars Corporation which David Malachite controls personally. Some of the outer colonies and mining facilities dealing in heavy metal mining on asteroids and gas planets located in various areas through the system. What is harvested from these resources is turned into bits and pieces of advanced technology from planetary shielding and weaponry to perfected droids of all kinds and medical and scientific pursuits. Besides all of those things Mars Corp also has taken the opportunity to unite the traders of this region of space with pacts and agreements to bring their mined materials and other goods to the people and spread their wealth with those who are among the stars
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A'ata Shamoon [53] A CONCORD wielder originally born in Cobalt Edge.
Aleron Shamoon [52] A CONCORD wielder following his beloved to Cobalt Edge.
Darth Rolak [39] "Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me."
Nick Succorso [31] The Cobalt Edge defense fleet commander.
Cobalt Edge Defense Fleet [30] The Cobalt Edge defense fleet.
Locutus [18] "You will be assimilated, resistance is futile."
Colleen MacFadden [16] Special Soldier for the harsh biome of Chiron-Delta
Nulis Sethi [11]
Darth Venator [10] Mandalorian born Dark Lord of the Sith.
Leia Nash [6] Admiral of the Aschen fleet of Righteous Vigilance
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When the Data World would be probed by those using a mass mental concentration they might be shocked to find that the entire planetoid acted as a single living entity complete with a consciousness of its own so massive and complex that no mere mortal brain could decipher it. The only apparent thing about this strange form of life was that it got stronger the deeper into the world it went. Many smaller life forms could be felt, each one unique in its own right but most if them in a state of stasis. Only one would be active, and that one was shielded from mental or psychic intrusion and seemed the most powerful consciousness second only to the world itself.
As the fields were put in place the Keeper of the Data World put his plan into action. A small opening appeared in the side of this world, and a single small object was ejected out into space before the surface of Arkvaes became smooth once more. The object was a cryo pod, made in a smooth artistic design and was comprised of a white metallic substance. The style of construction matched that of the Data World and seemed to be of similar technology.
Through a small window on the top of the pod came a blue glow and inside could easily be seen a blue tinted humanoid with a handsome pale face and messy silver hair. Immediately after this cryo pod was ejected, the Data World began to vibrate at higher and higher frequencies. When it hit the frequency of Light a similar flash erupted from its surface and as fast as the Data World had come, it had gone, fading into the 4th dimension and leaving the strange Cryo Pod behind.
As the fields were put in place the Keeper of the Data World put his plan into action. A small opening appeared in the side of this world, and a single small object was ejected out into space before the surface of Arkvaes became smooth once more. The object was a cryo pod, made in a smooth artistic design and was comprised of a white metallic substance. The style of construction matched that of the Data World and seemed to be of similar technology.
Through a small window on the top of the pod came a blue glow and inside could easily be seen a blue tinted humanoid with a handsome pale face and messy silver hair. Immediately after this cryo pod was ejected, the Data World began to vibrate at higher and higher frequencies. When it hit the frequency of Light a similar flash erupted from its surface and as fast as the Data World had come, it had gone, fading into the 4th dimension and leaving the strange Cryo Pod behind.
As each ships coterie of force adepts investigated the Data World they provided whatever information they could gather. Victor frowned as he sent several messages across the board only to await further instructions from his Emperor.
"Are we seeing this?" Victor muttered over his communications terminal only to lean in as one of his men pointed out the strange hole that formed and the jettisoned pod which escaped the planet like some kind of distressed chunk of debris. Victor could only imagine what the strange pod held but only smirked once there was a visual display followed by the impossibly vanishing act of the planetoid.
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As for Mor, the sith only knew anger. The Sith Emperor remained seated only to look around at the destroyed room that he had battled in. His eyes wandered over to the lifeless body of one of his servants who had been within the radius of the force blast. He would need to find a replacement but suddenly found the lack of need as he was updated on the other events.
"Capture that pod." Mor commanded as he coughed slightled and turned away from his terminal only to make his way to the bridge of his personal vessel. There was much to do and little time to do it......after all the hunt for his archivist and the Jedi who won him over needed to be brought to justice.
"Are we seeing this?" Victor muttered over his communications terminal only to lean in as one of his men pointed out the strange hole that formed and the jettisoned pod which escaped the planet like some kind of distressed chunk of debris. Victor could only imagine what the strange pod held but only smirked once there was a visual display followed by the impossibly vanishing act of the planetoid.
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As for Mor, the sith only knew anger. The Sith Emperor remained seated only to look around at the destroyed room that he had battled in. His eyes wandered over to the lifeless body of one of his servants who had been within the radius of the force blast. He would need to find a replacement but suddenly found the lack of need as he was updated on the other events.
"Capture that pod." Mor commanded as he coughed slightled and turned away from his terminal only to make his way to the bridge of his personal vessel. There was much to do and little time to do it......after all the hunt for his archivist and the Jedi who won him over needed to be brought to justice.
The order came through, which then prompted Vinh to smirk, with a nod to the Force Adepts nearby the pod was quickly collected aboard her massive ship, the forward hangar held it. It was strange in make yet the feeling of the Force within it was strong. the Sith Assassin arrived, clearly unhappy. It was her ship Byron had stolen. But seeing the pod made the Assassin halt in her tracks and hold her Lightsaber Pike tightly in one hand, this didnt look right.
Vinh stalked around the pod inspecting it carefully, "Ready a shuttle, I will take this personally to Emperor Mor." At her command the soldiers and crew got to work and prepared a shuttle as the massive super star destroyer headed for Mor's ship, transfering over easily by shuttle.
Once aboard Mor's vessel and waiting for him in the main throneroom Vinh waited, meditating upon the Sith Code carefully as she stared out at the stars, and her massive and ever growing Eternal Fleet. It'd serve the Eternal Throne. The same throne that Mor controlled and sat upon.
When Mor arrived Vinh turned towards him and dropped to one knee and bowed her head, one hand to the floor as her Mangaguard Bladesdroid stood next to her. The unmarked silver pod floated a half meter off the ground. "As requested my Lord, I cannot figure out how to open or deactivate the pod to examine the contents within. After failing to open the pod I brought it to you." She said never looking up.
Vinh stalked around the pod inspecting it carefully, "Ready a shuttle, I will take this personally to Emperor Mor." At her command the soldiers and crew got to work and prepared a shuttle as the massive super star destroyer headed for Mor's ship, transfering over easily by shuttle.
Once aboard Mor's vessel and waiting for him in the main throneroom Vinh waited, meditating upon the Sith Code carefully as she stared out at the stars, and her massive and ever growing Eternal Fleet. It'd serve the Eternal Throne. The same throne that Mor controlled and sat upon.
When Mor arrived Vinh turned towards him and dropped to one knee and bowed her head, one hand to the floor as her Mangaguard Bladesdroid stood next to her. The unmarked silver pod floated a half meter off the ground. "As requested my Lord, I cannot figure out how to open or deactivate the pod to examine the contents within. After failing to open the pod I brought it to you." She said never looking up.
As the pod was moved and handled certain things became apparent about it and its occupant. The first and foremost was a sense of a Force Adept within the silver haired male contained inside. Secondly is the fact that besides the veiwing window apparently made of alchemically fixed and unbreakable glass like material, the pod was seemless despite its curved design and had no terminal of any kind on the exterior. The Occupant while unconscious was not in Cryo Sleep, and seemed to be held in his position above the pods bottom by whatever blue light illuminating him
No sounds came from the pod, but it did happen to have an already active hover technology on the underside for easy transport and could be pulled or pushed along with ease. If the Sith were thorough in their inspection they might notice a gravitation to the pod as it absorbed the surrounding metaphysical energy including Force energy on minute levels.
When Mor approaches however, it would only be a short time after that the pod absorbs the energy it needed and the sound of air pressurizing signals a seem appearing along the middle of the pod, and the top swings up slowly to reveal a pink and silver set of eyes from within.
Whisp
Memory flooded an old mind, stirring synapses and knudging consciousness. After who knows how long, the first breath comes to Whisp of fresh air and his eyes shoot open. He still can't see yet as everything is a blur, but he knows this isn't a place he feels safe in. Already the Dark Side was strong and prevelant around him, pulling at his consciousness from all sides. It is one of those pulls he follows, groggily reaching into the unknown and gripping the edge of his pod with pale fingers and slowly pulled himself out.
Rolling hard onto the ground, his body still uncoordinated, Whisp stays on all fours and rests his forehead on the ground feeling sick to his stomach and already blinded by whatever lights were nearby. It took him a moment, but his eyes finally started to adjust and his stomach settled. He looked at himself a moment, seeing black and grey clothing of simple design and felt glad he wasn't naked at least.
His silver hair looked like a wave of motion as it followed the turn of his head, seeing shapes of humanoids to his left and waited for his pink and silver eyes to adjust enough for some detail.
No sounds came from the pod, but it did happen to have an already active hover technology on the underside for easy transport and could be pulled or pushed along with ease. If the Sith were thorough in their inspection they might notice a gravitation to the pod as it absorbed the surrounding metaphysical energy including Force energy on minute levels.
When Mor approaches however, it would only be a short time after that the pod absorbs the energy it needed and the sound of air pressurizing signals a seem appearing along the middle of the pod, and the top swings up slowly to reveal a pink and silver set of eyes from within.
Whisp
Memory flooded an old mind, stirring synapses and knudging consciousness. After who knows how long, the first breath comes to Whisp of fresh air and his eyes shoot open. He still can't see yet as everything is a blur, but he knows this isn't a place he feels safe in. Already the Dark Side was strong and prevelant around him, pulling at his consciousness from all sides. It is one of those pulls he follows, groggily reaching into the unknown and gripping the edge of his pod with pale fingers and slowly pulled himself out.
Rolling hard onto the ground, his body still uncoordinated, Whisp stays on all fours and rests his forehead on the ground feeling sick to his stomach and already blinded by whatever lights were nearby. It took him a moment, but his eyes finally started to adjust and his stomach settled. He looked at himself a moment, seeing black and grey clothing of simple design and felt glad he wasn't naked at least.
His silver hair looked like a wave of motion as it followed the turn of his head, seeing shapes of humanoids to his left and waited for his pink and silver eyes to adjust enough for some detail.
As the assassin brought the pod into the throne room countless silver masked individuals stood silently against the walls. The Force adepts simply remained at the ready as they stood motionless with hands behind their backs and sabers sitting at their sides in all manner of forms.
When the young assassin spoke Mor could only look upon her with both disdain and utter contempt. "And did I give the order for you to try and open it?" Mor asked with a bit of an edge to his voice. He could hardly blame her for trying to appease him but now was neither the time or the place.
'We've lost our edge today. Not ever again shall it happen do you understand me!" His voice caused even the silver masked acolytes to cringe as the force ebbed with his every word. "Do not deviate from my word again....."
Mor found himself suddenly amused as the contents of the escape pod seemed to come to life and fall upon the floor. The young man was something indeed and when Mor gently reached out with the force to this fellow he simply found what he had expected.
"Something different." Mor muttered quietly as he took several steps towards the young man only to stand tall and mighty for nearly a second just to then simply offer a hand down towards the young fellow to help him rise up.
When the young assassin spoke Mor could only look upon her with both disdain and utter contempt. "And did I give the order for you to try and open it?" Mor asked with a bit of an edge to his voice. He could hardly blame her for trying to appease him but now was neither the time or the place.
'We've lost our edge today. Not ever again shall it happen do you understand me!" His voice caused even the silver masked acolytes to cringe as the force ebbed with his every word. "Do not deviate from my word again....."
Mor found himself suddenly amused as the contents of the escape pod seemed to come to life and fall upon the floor. The young man was something indeed and when Mor gently reached out with the force to this fellow he simply found what he had expected.
"Something different." Mor muttered quietly as he took several steps towards the young man only to stand tall and mighty for nearly a second just to then simply offer a hand down towards the young fellow to help him rise up.
Whisp
As Whisp's vision became clearer the pounding in his head got stronger. He couldn't see the reason why until a dark shiver went up his spine when a man approached him. Whisp looked up at Mor with a look of disdain upon his face. The Dark Side was leaking off this figure like a thick cloud, each breath Whisp took filled with it and making his head ache worse.
The hand offered to him was ignored, and Whisp shakily stood on his own. He had to take a few steps away from Mor, and ended up sitting on the now closed cryo pod. He instinctually had his pink eye covered with his right palm, as if hiding it from the dark power in the room. With the cryo pod, his own lack of memory and the Sith surrounding him he could put a few things together in his mind.
In order to speak Whisp had to clear his throat, several times infact, before almost whispering out his words. "What do you want from me?"
As Whisp's vision became clearer the pounding in his head got stronger. He couldn't see the reason why until a dark shiver went up his spine when a man approached him. Whisp looked up at Mor with a look of disdain upon his face. The Dark Side was leaking off this figure like a thick cloud, each breath Whisp took filled with it and making his head ache worse.
The hand offered to him was ignored, and Whisp shakily stood on his own. He had to take a few steps away from Mor, and ended up sitting on the now closed cryo pod. He instinctually had his pink eye covered with his right palm, as if hiding it from the dark power in the room. With the cryo pod, his own lack of memory and the Sith surrounding him he could put a few things together in his mind.
In order to speak Whisp had to clear his throat, several times infact, before almost whispering out his words. "What do you want from me?"
"No" Vinh replied simply, "Upon receiving the pod within the hangar of my ship did anyone handle it, it may have been accessed, to be sure I attempted to retrive any data I could, but nothing came of it Master." Vinh never raised her head as she was still on one knee to Mor.
Vinh stood however as Mor wasnt angery with her directly, he seemed angered of something else, that was when she realised Mor felt... stronger, but that strength was slowly ebbing away, like a sieve of a sort. her fire red gase locked on Whisp. Her eyes took in every part of his body, finding nothing of wanting from the man for her own desires other then a punching bag if given the chance. All Sith worked that way.
But there was a pressing matter concerning the Dark Council and its members. And also a Rakul outbreak on a planet as well as one of the bladedroids handed Vinh a report. "My Lord; there's been a Rakgul outbreak on a planet known as Terra I think it is good for us to take advantage of this event. We can use the Rackghoul as a army of our own." She said, Rackgoul plauge only affected humans; other aliens were unaffected, including Chiss apparently.
Another report was handed to her "There is also reports of Sith activity within the region as well as Jedi activity as well regardless of the Rakgul outbreak" Vinh finished the report calmly and waited for her Emperors reaction. the rackgoul were originally Sith alchemy on Taris so many eons ago.
the nameless Sith Assassin watched everything, her Lightsaber pike ready for use at the drop of a hat
Vinh stood however as Mor wasnt angery with her directly, he seemed angered of something else, that was when she realised Mor felt... stronger, but that strength was slowly ebbing away, like a sieve of a sort. her fire red gase locked on Whisp. Her eyes took in every part of his body, finding nothing of wanting from the man for her own desires other then a punching bag if given the chance. All Sith worked that way.
But there was a pressing matter concerning the Dark Council and its members. And also a Rakul outbreak on a planet as well as one of the bladedroids handed Vinh a report. "My Lord; there's been a Rakgul outbreak on a planet known as Terra I think it is good for us to take advantage of this event. We can use the Rackghoul as a army of our own." She said, Rackgoul plauge only affected humans; other aliens were unaffected, including Chiss apparently.
Another report was handed to her "There is also reports of Sith activity within the region as well as Jedi activity as well regardless of the Rakgul outbreak" Vinh finished the report calmly and waited for her Emperors reaction. the rackgoul were originally Sith alchemy on Taris so many eons ago.
the nameless Sith Assassin watched everything, her Lightsaber pike ready for use at the drop of a hat
Mor watched the young man only to listen to the reports his assassin had to offer. He had many things in mind for this young man but none that seemed more important than the all consuming task of finding his property and reclaiming what was rightfully his.
"Deal with the outbreak and track down those outside of my reach." The Sith Emperor commanded. His tone filled with the rightful authority he held and the strength to back his claim. "Go now and find these Jedi and Sith and break their will and force them to bend the knee."
The Sith Lord simply turned away from it all and kept his back towards the young man with the different colored eyes. Regardless of if he kept the young man in his sights or not Whisp would feel as if eyes always seemed to sit upon him.
"Now as for you." Mor muttered, "I've use for you and I will not take a negative answer."
"Deal with the outbreak and track down those outside of my reach." The Sith Emperor commanded. His tone filled with the rightful authority he held and the strength to back his claim. "Go now and find these Jedi and Sith and break their will and force them to bend the knee."
The Sith Lord simply turned away from it all and kept his back towards the young man with the different colored eyes. Regardless of if he kept the young man in his sights or not Whisp would feel as if eyes always seemed to sit upon him.
"Now as for you." Mor muttered, "I've use for you and I will not take a negative answer."
More and more details came into Whisp's awareness the more his head cleared. He could feel the coldness around him, the dark walls and faces in the room. Mor especially added into this sensation. He hated this place already, and wanted to leave. His arms were wrapped around himself as he felt cold, and weak still.
He heard the Sith reports about rakguls and other force users but he hardly paid attention. Internally he was concentrating on the force around him, and within himself. With his eyes closed he steadied his breathing and pulsed his own Force energy. The connection within him burned aittle brighter and some warmth came into his flesh.
His own presence could now be felt in the room, a grey shifting energy just trying to hold its own against the strong aura of the Dark Side.
Only after Mor adressed him did Whisp look up at the Sith Lord, hearing his command. At this point Whisp was confused and alone, so the smartest thing to do now would be to submit for the time being.
"Sure, whatever. But I won't be of much help as I am." Whisp to the observer was a shivering exhausted mess, who could hardly stand. He would need rest, probably training to get back into shape, and equipment to help him do whatever it was that the dark lord wanted. It had also just occurred to him that no introductions had taken place.
"Call me Whisp..." His voice got quieter and fainter as he mentioned his name, shy to mention it to a complete stranger let alone a being like this.
He heard the Sith reports about rakguls and other force users but he hardly paid attention. Internally he was concentrating on the force around him, and within himself. With his eyes closed he steadied his breathing and pulsed his own Force energy. The connection within him burned aittle brighter and some warmth came into his flesh.
His own presence could now be felt in the room, a grey shifting energy just trying to hold its own against the strong aura of the Dark Side.
Only after Mor adressed him did Whisp look up at the Sith Lord, hearing his command. At this point Whisp was confused and alone, so the smartest thing to do now would be to submit for the time being.
"Sure, whatever. But I won't be of much help as I am." Whisp to the observer was a shivering exhausted mess, who could hardly stand. He would need rest, probably training to get back into shape, and equipment to help him do whatever it was that the dark lord wanted. It had also just occurred to him that no introductions had taken place.
"Call me Whisp..." His voice got quieter and fainter as he mentioned his name, shy to mention it to a complete stranger let alone a being like this.
The small vessel zipped towards Cobalt Edge wasting no time as it slowed to half impulse. Helga's ship seemed to make the journey in only a few jumps rather than the twenty or so that some ships would have been forced to take, regardless of shipping lanes or low traffic. The Witchhunter of Terra simply pulled added the coordinates into the helm of her vessel while she waited for her ship to traverse the vast space which Mars Corp had claim over.
"So.." Helga began breathlessly as she touched the gushing wound on her side. Blood crystalizing to icy shards of crimson at her cool presence now. Her eyes seemed to gleam with a strange arcane hue. "There is little left for you on that world." Helga grimaced slightly as this was going to be hours of paperwork and explanations as to why she had abandoned such a potential locale. "However I think I might have the solution."
The ship rounded a moon only to approach a massive space station orbiting a strange blue planet. Helga removed her hand from her wound and began to work tirelessly at the helm. "You can come and work for Mars Corp. I imagine that Mr. Malachite would be happy to speak with you considering what you have been through. I do hope you have an appetite though...."
Several minutes would pass as the small vessel docked and the bustle of the station was fully made aware. People of all walks of life traversed the halls of station and several unknown alien species also seemed to be diligently at work within aswell. Helga would lead her guest towards a transit station and began to work the computer to get to their destination.
"I suppose now would be the time to ask any question."
"So.." Helga began breathlessly as she touched the gushing wound on her side. Blood crystalizing to icy shards of crimson at her cool presence now. Her eyes seemed to gleam with a strange arcane hue. "There is little left for you on that world." Helga grimaced slightly as this was going to be hours of paperwork and explanations as to why she had abandoned such a potential locale. "However I think I might have the solution."
The ship rounded a moon only to approach a massive space station orbiting a strange blue planet. Helga removed her hand from her wound and began to work tirelessly at the helm. "You can come and work for Mars Corp. I imagine that Mr. Malachite would be happy to speak with you considering what you have been through. I do hope you have an appetite though...."
Several minutes would pass as the small vessel docked and the bustle of the station was fully made aware. People of all walks of life traversed the halls of station and several unknown alien species also seemed to be diligently at work within aswell. Helga would lead her guest towards a transit station and began to work the computer to get to their destination.
"I suppose now would be the time to ask any question."
Gazing wide-eyed at the magnificently huge station, she could only blink as she took it in. They had barely gotten out and Helga herself was injured yet had piloted the ship without complaint. For a few seconds, she could only stare as they slowly were drawn into the goliath station. In all her life she had never seen a station that compared in size to this, not in her wildest dreams or nightmares. It certainly looked capable of supporting a whole continent of people. To think the Aschen had no idea of it was impressive and frankly daring. Of course, she had known somewhat reputation of Mars Corp, but she assumed they were just a corporation, a huge one, but nothing like this. It was practically a city. No, it was practically a metropolis. For those brief minutes or seconds, she could not form words to even hope to communicate everything flying through her mind.
Eventually, though, she exhaled and began to speak, "It was crap job anyway. So no huge loss. I am just glad to be alive... Although rather surprised you would think me useful in any sense. I was at best a good soldier despite being stationed in that dump and doing constant inspections of the perimeter." shrugging she was no longer wearing her helmet because there was no need.
Colleen had soft features, and wide eyes, although she had an authoritative gaze and slightly peach skin. Everything about her spoke professional, so it seemed odd she was stationed on a prison colony. Colleen appeared to be Indian which would suggest her Father or Mother married into an Irish family. Likely second generation, but still resembling an ethnically Indian woman. Despite her inexperience, she appeared mid-twenties.
Eventually, though, she exhaled and began to speak, "It was crap job anyway. So no huge loss. I am just glad to be alive... Although rather surprised you would think me useful in any sense. I was at best a good soldier despite being stationed in that dump and doing constant inspections of the perimeter." shrugging she was no longer wearing her helmet because there was no need.
Colleen had soft features, and wide eyes, although she had an authoritative gaze and slightly peach skin. Everything about her spoke professional, so it seemed odd she was stationed on a prison colony. Colleen appeared to be Indian which would suggest her Father or Mother married into an Irish family. Likely second generation, but still resembling an ethnically Indian woman. Despite her inexperience, she appeared mid-twenties.
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Helga simply nodded and escorted Colleen off the transport and down a few corridors. They would pass several others and enter into an office setting. Out in a waiting room sat a droid behind a desk who simply nodded to the both of them and rose from its seat.
The Droid offered its services and Helga simply nodded at Colleen. "Go with the droid. Enjoy yourself and allow my boss to see if your the right kind of fit."
"Welcome. This Unit would be pleased to serve. If you would please step right this way Mr. Malachite is waiting."
The Droid offered its services and Helga simply nodded at Colleen. "Go with the droid. Enjoy yourself and allow my boss to see if your the right kind of fit."
Still puzzled she gave a passive wave to the enigmatic woman, before following the strange robot. The place despite being in the middle of space was rather impressive on the inside and still well decorated. It amazed her she was even being considered for this. If they had this kind of facility they must know why she was stationed on Chiron-Delta. The whole reason was she had made a call that was not liked by top brass in the Navy. As a marine she discovered one of commanders was selling organic bioweapons to the enemy, she had given the evidence and they could not deny it. But, they had liked this commander and he had been popular, so her punishment was to be re-stationed in Chiron-Delta because the shame was too much for them. The record was closed and he was given what amounted to a Honourable Discharge with Pension.
Life was not fair evidently, although if private group was taking interest in her skill who was she to question that?
Arriving at the door she took a deep a breath before stepping in.
Life was not fair evidently, although if private group was taking interest in her skill who was she to question that?
Arriving at the door she took a deep a breath before stepping in.
Upon stepping into the next room all things seemed to change. It was not an office of sorts but instead a strange banquet hall for a single large opulent man who sat by himself chowing down upon a banquet of fine meats and an assortment of vegetables and fruits. Mr. Malachite took up a fork filled with a bit of Fillet Mignon which seemed to be drizzled with a dark brown sauce and glistening in the light of the room.
"My dear!" Mr. Malachite exclaimed only to quickly devour his prized morsel and groaned from pleasure as his taste buds danced with the tantalizing taste from the mushroom sauce. "Come, come, please take a seat at my table! Pull up a chair and fill your plate!" David Malachite waved the girl over only to then snap his fingers as several droids stepped out from the shadows of this 'office' only to provide Colleen with a seat right across from the big man himself along with a plate.
"Can I offer you something to drink?" David chuckled to himself as he dug into yet another delectable morsel only to make it quickly disappear like the first. "What's your poison? Tell me about yourself?"
Stepping in she tried to vet the situation. It was the least obvious thing she was expecting and it was throwing her off a lot. Shrugging she tentatively kept moving in before she asked, "This seems a little much even for Private Companies you are treating me like some VIP. Begging your pardon Sir, but I am not anything of the sort. I am just lucky Helga was there. I am formally of the Navy served with Marines for eight years and known for being pragmatic. My record speaks for itself and I don't regret the decision. Our enemy should not be helped by us whatever the rank." she was, of course, assuming her record had been read. Taking a deep breath she looked at the spread noting mentally she was rather hungry or at least thirsty, "I'll just have some orange juice if you have any. I would rather not inebriated while discussing business."
"My name is Colleen MacFadden and I imagine you have my record. I am not even sure what I can offer. I am not amazing Sir. I just a soldier who would not let one of my Superiors actions be unquestioned. I am ethnically India but I am actually Irish, Northern Ireland to be precise. I have some skills at hacking and I can keep a cool head under pressure. I only was on Chiron-Delta because of my loyalty to my country. I thank you of course for rescuing me. But I am honestly puzzled why I am even that interesting. I understand Private Firms are less interested in that, but I just want to know what you see in me?"
"My name is Colleen MacFadden and I imagine you have my record. I am not even sure what I can offer. I am not amazing Sir. I just a soldier who would not let one of my Superiors actions be unquestioned. I am ethnically India but I am actually Irish, Northern Ireland to be precise. I have some skills at hacking and I can keep a cool head under pressure. I only was on Chiron-Delta because of my loyalty to my country. I thank you of course for rescuing me. But I am honestly puzzled why I am even that interesting. I understand Private Firms are less interested in that, but I just want to know what you see in me?"
David simply looked up at the girl before him and gave a sideways glance towards one of the droids. It would only take seconds for the machine to return with a cold refreshing glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. The opulent man simply leaned back in his seat and took up a glass of amber liquid that one could only assume was whiskey. He would listen to her words and a frown would slowly begin to form upon his plumpish face.
"Well Ms. Macfadden I imagine it would be rude not to partake of such a bounty. Please take a seat and rest a bit, I assure you that I'm not your senior officer so at ease soldier, I'm not here to judge you on your record or what you or anyone else has done for their country." Mr. Malachite leaned back in and washed his drink away only to slam it against the table before him whilst a droid came to offer him another.
"A grain whiskey made on the planet side bellow. They age it perfectly and send me their finest work without any thought of payment. They are simply happy that my company came all the way out here and changed this system for the better." David smirked as his glass was refilled and the young patriot before him received her orange juice.
"Try some food. I assure you I don't talk business with my partners unless they eat with me."
"Well Ms. Macfadden I imagine it would be rude not to partake of such a bounty. Please take a seat and rest a bit, I assure you that I'm not your senior officer so at ease soldier, I'm not here to judge you on your record or what you or anyone else has done for their country." Mr. Malachite leaned back in and washed his drink away only to slam it against the table before him whilst a droid came to offer him another.
"A grain whiskey made on the planet side bellow. They age it perfectly and send me their finest work without any thought of payment. They are simply happy that my company came all the way out here and changed this system for the better." David smirked as his glass was refilled and the young patriot before him received her orange juice.
"Try some food. I assure you I don't talk business with my partners unless they eat with me."
Still confused she gave a half-hearted shrug and sat down at the large table, before grabbing a plate tentatively and slowly placing food on it, still uncertain what exactly was going on. Once done, she gradually positioned herself at the table before taking an experimental bite of the food. As expected it was, rather good. It was more than good, this food was practically the best she had had in such a long time. Nonetheless, she did comment, still wishing answers but still enjoying the spread before her. Once the glass was handed, she took a sip and noted it tasted fresh. Which was very impressive as they were in space.
Just how far did this Rabbit Hole go down?
Just how far did this Rabbit Hole go down?
Mr. Malachite smiled as he watched his guest finally partake of the food. It brought him such joy as he caught just the slightest hint of joy from what the feast brought to Colleen. She might not have shown it physically but the jovial fat man always seemed to know when his hospitality was appreciated.
"Ms. Colleen, I'm aware of your record, not being impressive is not what concerns me nor your history for being placed on that shithole of a planet." David was rather candid as he finished up his plate and was served something completely deferent dish. glistening garlic shrimp with parmesan scalloped potatoes and what appeared to be a steak blessed Mars Corps CEO's plate while a saucer of white bean French onion soup. Mr. Malachite was intent on devouring every ounce of food he could get his meaty paws on while he spoke with this newfound prospect.
David took up his soup spoon only to stir his dish. "What if I told you that I'm just looking for a soldier who simply follows orders? What if I told you that your dedication is what has sparked my imagination for the human condition more than I once had." Mr. Malachite took up a mouthful of his soup only to groan with innate pleasure as his taste buds thanked him. "In fact...." He began once more in a muffled tone only to take up yet another spoonful before chasing it with his drink. "What if I told you that in all my years running this company of mine I was about to offer someone a unique position within my company which would allow them to travel and assess locales for further colonization and study."
"Ms. Colleen, I'm aware of your record, not being impressive is not what concerns me nor your history for being placed on that shithole of a planet." David was rather candid as he finished up his plate and was served something completely deferent dish. glistening garlic shrimp with parmesan scalloped potatoes and what appeared to be a steak blessed Mars Corps CEO's plate while a saucer of white bean French onion soup. Mr. Malachite was intent on devouring every ounce of food he could get his meaty paws on while he spoke with this newfound prospect.
David took up his soup spoon only to stir his dish. "What if I told you that I'm just looking for a soldier who simply follows orders? What if I told you that your dedication is what has sparked my imagination for the human condition more than I once had." Mr. Malachite took up a mouthful of his soup only to groan with innate pleasure as his taste buds thanked him. "In fact...." He began once more in a muffled tone only to take up yet another spoonful before chasing it with his drink. "What if I told you that in all my years running this company of mine I was about to offer someone a unique position within my company which would allow them to travel and assess locales for further colonization and study."
It was a lot to take in that was for sure and Colleen was slightly overwhelmed. To say she was expecting this would so far from the truth that it no longer meant bearing on this thought. Now here she was sat down with someone who was offering what amounted to a chance in a lifetime. Yet, she still did not understand why, and with deals like this, there was always Faustian Strings so what were the strings in this matter? Surely he was not offering this all because he was a good person. You never got to the high points of power without bodies stuffed in closets or buried. Nonetheless, even if she knew this, she had to admit that the food tastes damn amazing.
So where was she in this scheme, was she Persephone or was she, Faust? As she tried to work this out, she realised he had asked questions, and decided, to be frank, "I would ask firstly why you need a soldier who follows orders? I would ask what war you wish for me to fight in and I would also express how I don't understand I could spark anything Sir." pausing she took another bite of the food closing her eyes as she savoured the taste, but chewing quietly. Swallowing what she had been eating, she exhaled deciding if she was going to be blunt best get it over with.
"I would also ask why offer me this position when there are perfectly capable and talented people. Not that I don't appreciate it. But I am still puzzled as to why my mundane existence is somehow so important. Of course, I would love what you offer, but I assume since I possess very little exceptional skills that there must be a catch and though you have presented me with what I believe is hard to refuse I would still wish to know what I am to you Sir, Persephone or Faust?"
So where was she in this scheme, was she Persephone or was she, Faust? As she tried to work this out, she realised he had asked questions, and decided, to be frank, "I would ask firstly why you need a soldier who follows orders? I would ask what war you wish for me to fight in and I would also express how I don't understand I could spark anything Sir." pausing she took another bite of the food closing her eyes as she savoured the taste, but chewing quietly. Swallowing what she had been eating, she exhaled deciding if she was going to be blunt best get it over with.
"I would also ask why offer me this position when there are perfectly capable and talented people. Not that I don't appreciate it. But I am still puzzled as to why my mundane existence is somehow so important. Of course, I would love what you offer, but I assume since I possess very little exceptional skills that there must be a catch and though you have presented me with what I believe is hard to refuse I would still wish to know what I am to you Sir, Persephone or Faust?"
She was a clever thing to be sure. Her bluntness and direct questioning put a smile upon the fat mans face and even though he sat and listened to her questions he decided to put them off as he turned himself slightly to the left in his chair as the back wall began to pull away as his AR field began to flicker into existence revealing for himself hidden information.
"What if I told you that as my company grows and I age the things I've witnessed in this universe have filled me with profound awe. That the slow expansion and the quick disillusion of what humanity can and will do is not beyond my comprehension and that it will be people in my position that will claim rule over the peons which inhabit our space." David swiped at the invisible information and set it to the side as he took up some of his potatoes only to savor the taste. "You are neither Persephone as I do not with to steal you away and keep you nor do I consider this benefit the legend of Faust, though I admit that the offer I've proposed does seem to be almost otherworldly as it would allow you to experience and see more than others."
Mr. Malachite began to ponder as he took up another mouthful of the contents of his plate only to wash it down with the whiskey at his side. "I've reinstated an old project which allows me to outfit soldiers and explorers to the teeth with both technological advances and even military arms and equipment. I'd consider you officially as a security detail towards any of my personal projects but give you the roaming capability to expand your own horizons if need be. Simply put I require extra eyes and ears in several locations which my corporation or myself cannot go."
"What if I told you that as my company grows and I age the things I've witnessed in this universe have filled me with profound awe. That the slow expansion and the quick disillusion of what humanity can and will do is not beyond my comprehension and that it will be people in my position that will claim rule over the peons which inhabit our space." David swiped at the invisible information and set it to the side as he took up some of his potatoes only to savor the taste. "You are neither Persephone as I do not with to steal you away and keep you nor do I consider this benefit the legend of Faust, though I admit that the offer I've proposed does seem to be almost otherworldly as it would allow you to experience and see more than others."
Mr. Malachite began to ponder as he took up another mouthful of the contents of his plate only to wash it down with the whiskey at his side. "I've reinstated an old project which allows me to outfit soldiers and explorers to the teeth with both technological advances and even military arms and equipment. I'd consider you officially as a security detail towards any of my personal projects but give you the roaming capability to expand your own horizons if need be. Simply put I require extra eyes and ears in several locations which my corporation or myself cannot go."
Yeah, this seemed unbelievably too good to be true and she had not ignored that he had not addressed his question. Yes the meal was beyond great, frankly delicious and what he was offering seemed something above her knowledge and standing. Yet with such a deal, there was always a cost, so before addressing his statements she said, "This is all well and truly wonderful, but men in your position of power don't get there simply by being nice to people. So I must assume there will be a But and I await to hear what it is before I sign my life away metaphorical or not."
Pausing she then went over his statements, "I would say that seems likely as there is little I know in this entire system or the galaxies. I would state the fact you know things beyond comprehension seems likely since my understanding of existence and yours is different. I would add I am a lapsed Hindu and thus my understanding of the great cosmos stems from this. I would also continue to say why do you wish to rule over? Those who wish to rule generally are ones you should avoid, so explain to me why you are different."
Continuing to listen she occasionally turned her head down to take a bite of some food and drink some of the orange juice, chewing thoughtfully as her eyes scanned the strange room she was in between the quiet and breaths in speaking. As much brevity as logical, "Again, what is the cost of this and what makes me so worthy of this. I heard your answers, but you are may I be frank Sir very good at weaving your wording to avoid saying much. Perhaps in another life you were a Politician?" she chuckled darkly before sighing, "In the end, I am up a certain creek, but I just rather know what I am signing up for. At least then I can say I read the fine text."
Pausing she then went over his statements, "I would say that seems likely as there is little I know in this entire system or the galaxies. I would state the fact you know things beyond comprehension seems likely since my understanding of existence and yours is different. I would add I am a lapsed Hindu and thus my understanding of the great cosmos stems from this. I would also continue to say why do you wish to rule over? Those who wish to rule generally are ones you should avoid, so explain to me why you are different."
Continuing to listen she occasionally turned her head down to take a bite of some food and drink some of the orange juice, chewing thoughtfully as her eyes scanned the strange room she was in between the quiet and breaths in speaking. As much brevity as logical, "Again, what is the cost of this and what makes me so worthy of this. I heard your answers, but you are may I be frank Sir very good at weaving your wording to avoid saying much. Perhaps in another life you were a Politician?" she chuckled darkly before sighing, "In the end, I am up a certain creek, but I just rather know what I am signing up for. At least then I can say I read the fine text."
"Lets talk shop." David interjected as he took up yet another morsel from his plate. "I run a triple A organization which understands that money is not power. Control is power and money is just a simple byproduct that megacorps like Mars Corp seems to generate. Control over a large group of individuals like the populace of this station and the planet bellow allows us to give them what they want and in turn we learn so much more." The opulent business owner took another tasty bite of his meal only to then wash it down once more.
"What I'd ask of you in return is to simply be an employee of Mars Corp. and work under direct orders like you would in any other situation. I simply am looking for a good soldier and nothing more." David pushed away from the table as the doors behind his guest slid open revealing a massive suit of power armor which stood at the ready.
"If you would turn around and look upon my old project." David chuckled as a man wearing the Titan Power armor stood in attention for inspection. "You would be eventually outfitted with this nifty bit of tech which would allow you to safely traverse the galaxy for me." The CEO took yet another drink only to nod to the man. "I think that maybe my offer would give you a chance to reevaluate your current stances on faith and life."
"What I'd ask of you in return is to simply be an employee of Mars Corp. and work under direct orders like you would in any other situation. I simply am looking for a good soldier and nothing more." David pushed away from the table as the doors behind his guest slid open revealing a massive suit of power armor which stood at the ready.
"If you would turn around and look upon my old project." David chuckled as a man wearing the Titan Power armor stood in attention for inspection. "You would be eventually outfitted with this nifty bit of tech which would allow you to safely traverse the galaxy for me." The CEO took yet another drink only to nod to the man. "I think that maybe my offer would give you a chance to reevaluate your current stances on faith and life."
Colleen was very much pleased he was being blunt finally and followed what he said astutely making sure she missed nothing. Preparing her answers mentally as she occasionally nodded and indicated she was listening, "Not to be rude, but how do you define the metrics of a Triple-A Organization. I feel it would be conducive to my understanding if you explained that. It is all well and easy to proclaim things, but without the explanation of these statistics they are meaningless?" she ventured as she gave small innocent but assertive smile, she was much more aware of things than she appeared. Perhaps there was a lot more to Colleen, although she seemed to enjoy concealing it that much was certain.
Taking a breath, she drained the rest of her orange juice letting out a sigh of contentment before continuing, "That sounds straightforward and pretty much on par with what I expected." pausing her eyes surveyed the power armour. It certainly was impressive and seemed highly suitable, "Once you explain my final question Mr Malachite I do believe we can work with one another. One caveat though, even it is an order I will never go back to Chiron-Delta. Once in my life was enough for that place. If that seems acceptable, then you have a loyal and earnest soldier."
Taking a breath, she drained the rest of her orange juice letting out a sigh of contentment before continuing, "That sounds straightforward and pretty much on par with what I expected." pausing her eyes surveyed the power armour. It certainly was impressive and seemed highly suitable, "Once you explain my final question Mr Malachite I do believe we can work with one another. One caveat though, even it is an order I will never go back to Chiron-Delta. Once in my life was enough for that place. If that seems acceptable, then you have a loyal and earnest soldier."
"A loyal soldier asks a lot of questions. Especially considering you have been trained to simply pull a trigger." David smirked and rose from his seat only to turn his back upon his newfound prospect and the soldier who stood attentive within the confines of the power armor.
"When you ask me what It means to be the head of a Triple A corporation I tend to think more to what I control here upon this station, the planet bellow, the sector in which he sit in, and Hell even the galaxy we are in." The opulent fellow began to chuckle as he turned to glance back at the both of them. "Soldier your dismissed." David ordered to the power armored unit which quickly dismissed itself. "Ms. MacFadden If I can be frank I make entire nations piss themselves due to the sheer wealth and power that I wield. Say that my words are only big talk but I'd suggest you rethink your questions a bit more. My wealth far exceeds what most would consider healthy."
"When you ask me what It means to be the head of a Triple A corporation I tend to think more to what I control here upon this station, the planet bellow, the sector in which he sit in, and Hell even the galaxy we are in." The opulent fellow began to chuckle as he turned to glance back at the both of them. "Soldier your dismissed." David ordered to the power armored unit which quickly dismissed itself. "Ms. MacFadden If I can be frank I make entire nations piss themselves due to the sheer wealth and power that I wield. Say that my words are only big talk but I'd suggest you rethink your questions a bit more. My wealth far exceeds what most would consider healthy."
Giving some last minute thoughts she shrugged, "Okay Mr Malachite, you have me. I shall join this corporation and help you in whatever is asked. Not like I much else to do and I am intrigued by all of this. Intrigued by this world you promise and lofty promises. I will admit that honestly, the whole thing seems impossible or even like dream job. I still expect strings, but I would be an idiot not too." pausing she stood up and stretched, "I thank you for the meal and for this chance, privilege and I shall do my best to live up to these extremely mountainous expectations you place upon my shoulders. I assume I have to sign some sort of contract or something and then I will be shown to my room on here to rest before beginning my first mission for you?" she inquired sitting back down, having removed the strain from her body and able to relax.