Setting
This is the headquarters for all Tech Con's activities on Terra, it houses it's business offices, as well as the command staff for the RDA PMC, the Executive suite is a cordoned off area where the Hagan Family and the Board of Directors resides, and is on the top floor.
The Embassy of the United Aschen Empire is also located here on the ground floor, it is where tourists receive their visas, and Citizens can receive services from the Empire when abroad on Terra.
The Embassy is a large section of the ground floor, protected by a state of the art security system, and the LDA's Elite Shore Patrol Division.
Tech Con Terran Headquarters
Tech Con Tower is the Terran HQ For Tech Con, and houses the Imperial Aschen Embassy.
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Tech Con Terran Headquarters is a part of 
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Touching down several blocks away from the fighting, Koni, deactivating the grav-chute. He watched the building collapse with a heavy heart, the form of the frigate hanging low in the sky like some bird of prey. He tried to remember the assets they had in place. Most had been taken down by the MAC, but he had one ace up his sleeve.
The cell had planted its entire stock of plastic explosive, around 500lbs, packed into a kind of improvised fougasse in a manhole cover in the centre of the street. Detaching the detonator from his armoured sleeve, Koni flicked the button, decimating the entire street in a hail of overloaded hydrogen fuel cells, barrels of oil and bags of scrap metal.
The cell had planted its entire stock of plastic explosive, around 500lbs, packed into a kind of improvised fougasse in a manhole cover in the centre of the street. Detaching the detonator from his armoured sleeve, Koni flicked the button, decimating the entire street in a hail of overloaded hydrogen fuel cells, barrels of oil and bags of scrap metal.
; Master Sergeant Kopp pulled himself out from underneath the torn bench seat of the Cricket, peering forward into the mulched insides of it. In the crash, he had been thrown from the Cricket with six other men, and had received the worst injuries. Kopp felt his leg burn from a shattered femur, gritting his teeth at the touch of his fractured bone jutting against the encapsulating leg armor; rolling sideways, he felt a shattered rib press against his lungs, causing the man to groan out from the wreckage.
"Oooow -- Sonuvabitch. This is Kopp at the One Two crash site. Fenix platoon, call off!" He said, waiting on his back and growling in pain as he heard the forty-man contingent of the Cricket announce themselves; thirty-one of the men were lightly wounded, cuts scrapes and bleeding, while the rest, including Kopp, were suffering from broken bones.
"This is Striker One One we are on site at the conflict zone -- multiple enemy contacts, can't triangulate the fire from here. Let's get these guys down and pick us up some medical bills." The pilot remarked, adjusting the altitude of the Cricket as it began to descend towards a stretch of unoccupied and undamaged street on Hagan Avanue. As soon as the Cricket broke within 2 meters of the ground, the two bay doors of the airjet were pulled back along the fuselage. The first Internal Trooper jumped out from the airjet, falling nearly 5 feet before landing perfectly and hefting his AR-91 into his shoulder.
"Trapper platoon, let's make a fucking zone here -- secure the area and bring all casualties right here. Major General, this is the Lieutenant. We're feet-down at the attack site, place got turned over but it looks stable. We're ready for casevac."
"Oooow -- Sonuvabitch. This is Kopp at the One Two crash site. Fenix platoon, call off!" He said, waiting on his back and growling in pain as he heard the forty-man contingent of the Cricket announce themselves; thirty-one of the men were lightly wounded, cuts scrapes and bleeding, while the rest, including Kopp, were suffering from broken bones.
"This is Striker One One we are on site at the conflict zone -- multiple enemy contacts, can't triangulate the fire from here. Let's get these guys down and pick us up some medical bills." The pilot remarked, adjusting the altitude of the Cricket as it began to descend towards a stretch of unoccupied and undamaged street on Hagan Avanue. As soon as the Cricket broke within 2 meters of the ground, the two bay doors of the airjet were pulled back along the fuselage. The first Internal Trooper jumped out from the airjet, falling nearly 5 feet before landing perfectly and hefting his AR-91 into his shoulder.
"Trapper platoon, let's make a fucking zone here -- secure the area and bring all casualties right here. Major General, this is the Lieutenant. We're feet-down at the attack site, place got turned over but it looks stable. We're ready for casevac."
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."
"This is PCF Beta, targets neutralized... Area Secure, proceed with Medivac."
; The ITDM Lieutenant stumbled along the street as another explosion rocked the city, and the soldier collapsed onto his knees before rolling over and shoring himself up alongside an overturned truck. As the squad of armed guards set up a loose halo around the Cricket, the Lieutenant painted a series of gaping holes in buildings and the streets caused by the attack with his electronic equipment on the foreguard of the AR-91.
"This is Fenix Actual, no sign on enemy contacts -- medivac underway; Acre Actual, Kopp, you there?!" He shouted in his headset, closing his eyes tightly from the stinging smoke billowing through the street as the Scatterran medics stabilized any wounded with first-responce treatment, and then quickly hauled them into the Cricket for immediate evacuation to the Wing City hospital.
"This is Kopp -- we're shot down barely half a klick south of your position, Acre is weapons capable, but we've got wounded. I'm all fucked up." The Master Sergeant returned over the comms, which caused the Lieutenant to curse under his breath.
"Alright, Alpa, you're with me. We're hoofing it to that crash shit; Bravo, Charlie, stay here and keep the casevac moving. Let's get going Alpha." The Lieutenant ordered before pointing down a street leading away from the conflict zone, a thin trail of black smoke rising from beneath the rooftops.
"This is Fenix Actual, no sign on enemy contacts -- medivac underway; Acre Actual, Kopp, you there?!" He shouted in his headset, closing his eyes tightly from the stinging smoke billowing through the street as the Scatterran medics stabilized any wounded with first-responce treatment, and then quickly hauled them into the Cricket for immediate evacuation to the Wing City hospital.
"This is Kopp -- we're shot down barely half a klick south of your position, Acre is weapons capable, but we've got wounded. I'm all fucked up." The Master Sergeant returned over the comms, which caused the Lieutenant to curse under his breath.
"Alright, Alpa, you're with me. We're hoofing it to that crash shit; Bravo, Charlie, stay here and keep the casevac moving. Let's get going Alpha." The Lieutenant ordered before pointing down a street leading away from the conflict zone, a thin trail of black smoke rising from beneath the rooftops.
Alpha Five made impact against the building first before crashing unceremoniously to the ground, dents in the metal bulk only hints of the depth of the damage done. Inside, the men were in various states of consciousness, with pilot First Lieutenant Haught slumped against the cracked cockpit window, blood trickling from a head wound, momentarily unconscious before his eyelids slowly slid upward to the chatter of voices over the comm. Down the street, Alpha Three had begun the process of emergency landing toward the end of Hagan, when the explosives detonated, piercing the gunship with the force of the blast and sending it shuddering with an enormous crash onto the street.
The remainder of the Terran gunships circled in the air. "This is Alpha One, we got a secondary explosion on Hagan, multiple casualties, but no sign of hostile fire," came Lt. Andric's voice over the comm, "maintain defensive position."
In the streets, the wailing of sirens announced the presence of both WCPD responders and the NPA special operations in their gleaming black vehicle, approaching the Tech Con district at high speed, but evidentally, not nearly fast enough. The moans of the wounded filled the air, and the heart-stopping, wrenching raw cry of a child gave Sayilgan pause, though he himself was far from the killing.
The remainder of the Terran gunships circled in the air. "This is Alpha One, we got a secondary explosion on Hagan, multiple casualties, but no sign of hostile fire," came Lt. Andric's voice over the comm, "maintain defensive position."
In the streets, the wailing of sirens announced the presence of both WCPD responders and the NPA special operations in their gleaming black vehicle, approaching the Tech Con district at high speed, but evidentally, not nearly fast enough. The moans of the wounded filled the air, and the heart-stopping, wrenching raw cry of a child gave Sayilgan pause, though he himself was far from the killing.
The outcome is uncertain. I'll have to discuss with Barney and Az. It'll be useful if you are online.
Marlene McGregor shifted her files for a moment, before she adjusted in her seat and then she spoke. "Tobias Malari..." She said, flipping through various Tech Con files. "Do you require an attorney present or do you waive that right?" She said, before she produced a fairly thick file that bore a distinctly different emblem, the emblem of the Aschen Confederation Ministry of Law, and an Extradition order. Along with several court documents.
"Tell me what happened that night, Mr. Malari." She said, before she turned on the tape recorder.
"Tell me what happened that night, Mr. Malari." She said, before she turned on the tape recorder.
Tobias Malari didn't so much enter the interview room as he was shoved into it by two beefy security guards. He wasn't in the best shape himself, with half of his body wrapped up in casts and other external signs of internal healing. Still, it was all he could do just to focus on the task at hand.
Marlene McGregor cleared her throat for a moment, then she slid one of the files forward towards Malari. "Mr. Malari, my name is Marlene McGregor, and I am here to give you some good news, and some bad news." She said, motioning to the file. "You mind telling me what happened in Gambit's Bar the other night?" She said, before she jotted some notes down in the notepad, eyeing the tape recorder.
Tobias Malari nodded weakly. "Hell yeah. I remember there were a bunch of Tech Con toughs wandering around, then Aerilyn convinced them to leave. Then some idiot who had one too many took a potshot at one as they left, causing them to storm the place. I tried to get people out, but I couldn't get myself out before the barricades closed up. Then it was hell in four walls...I remember taking out a turret or the guy on it, but not much after that. When I came around, there were two people from the meat wagon working the aftermath."
Marlene McGregor made a long face. "You disobeyed a direct order to vacate the bar and then you assaulted the individual securing the bar from the individual that took a shot." She said, before she motioned to the paper. "Good news is that Tech Con is dropping it's Lawsuit. However the bad news is that Tech Con submitted your case for criminal prosecution, so here's what I am offering, Assault 2, heavy fine, probation, no jail time. Take it or leave it."
Tobias Malari shook his head. "No way. The reason I didn't get out is because I was getting other people out, same as what happened the first time those bastards opened up in there. And turning a fucking plasma turret on a guy with a pistol...overkill much? I'm fighting this. Somebody's gotta stand up to those monsters that think they can take whatever they want."
Marlene McGregor made a straight face. "You assaulted a man after disobeying an order to leave, he was defending himself from a supernatural being, take the plea bargain, or I'll drag you through court and believe me, I will win." She said calmly, leaning forward. "Do what's right, Mr. Malari, take responsibility for your actions, admit to your prejudice against me and my people, you despise us, don't you?" She said, before she withdrew an LDA File, glancing through it. "Scatterrans have you pretty brainwashed, don't they?"
Tobias Malari pounded his hand on the table in protest, wincing a little bit from the pain. "The only reason I signed on with them was because I would have died if I didn't get my leg amputated. Had a nasty infection going on in there. I'm 100% Terran, and I hate everyone that thinks they can just waltz in on us and say they're in charge. Employment with the Coalition is just a means to an end. Your guys in power suits couldn't kill me...your little lawsuit won't, either."
Marlene McGregor shook her head. "This isn't a lawsuit and no one's out to kill you, we want Justice, and if you won't show responsibility for your actions, then we'll have to extradite you and have you face Triad and punish you to the full extent of the law." She said, sliding her file back and grasping her phone. "I'm surprised you haven't elected to have an attorney present." She mused.
Then she dialed the number to the relevant TNG office to put in her Extradition request.
Then she dialed the number to the relevant TNG office to put in her Extradition request.
Tobias Malari just smirked. "Hah. You really think I'm that dumb? I called for one an hour before this interview was scheduled. He's probably still getting harassed at the front door because you want to see me crash and burn at all costs. You Aschen are all the same to me, much like you think all Scatterans are."
Marlene McGregor laughed. "Is that why you brutally attacked a Tech Con officer in the middle of a bar in broad daylight?" She said, shifting her weight and throwing the file towards Malari. "We're all the same to you? That's it.. I bet you'd give to just strangle my Aschen neck until I die, don't you?" She growled, then the voice chimed in the phone.
"Hi, My name is Marlene McGregor, Assistant Federal Seeker with the Aschen Confederation Ministry of Law, I have a suspect here accused of assaulting an Aschen Citizen, and I am requesting extradition under the Securities Clause of Article Five. Charges are Assault in the first Degree. I can submit evidence of the attack, and a sworn statement to provide a fair trial in observance of the suspect's Terran rights."
"Hi, My name is Marlene McGregor, Assistant Federal Seeker with the Aschen Confederation Ministry of Law, I have a suspect here accused of assaulting an Aschen Citizen, and I am requesting extradition under the Securities Clause of Article Five. Charges are Assault in the first Degree. I can submit evidence of the attack, and a sworn statement to provide a fair trial in observance of the suspect's Terran rights."
Tobias Malari turned to the newcomer. "First degree assault. Hah. Hello, I'm Tobias Malari, said suspect, and this woman here thinks she can press charges on me for defending myself and others when bullets and plasma were filling the air. Is that tape of yours still running?"
"Ms. McGregor, pursuant to the Terran statutes concerning extradition of Terran citizens, you will have to file a formal request with the Courts, complete with a sworn affidavit to the nature of the evidence concerning the alleged crimes, and a judge will have to approve that request in order for an extradition to occur. The processing time is anywhere from one to twenty weeks."
Marlene McGregor smiled then spoke. "Thank you, I'll have my officers get that to you in a timely manner." She said before she hung up and then she turned to Malari. "This is your last chance, Aschen Prisons aren't the most friendly." She said, before she looked to the paperwork. "You didn't defend yourself you seeked out the individual and attacked them, there is no self defense." She said, before she jotted a few more notes. "Now, make my job easier and take responsibility." She said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"You'll be detained by Tech Con until I can get an extradition hearing scheduled, I'll move to have you transferred to the detention block of the Aschen Embassy so you'll be on Aschen Soil."
"You'll be detained by Tech Con until I can get an extradition hearing scheduled, I'll move to have you transferred to the detention block of the Aschen Embassy so you'll be on Aschen Soil."
Tobias Malari groaned loud enough to be heard on the other side of the line, knowing that his quick temper had only magnified the situation instead of giving him a head start on getting out of it. Given his physical state and the distortion, it would be easy to mistake it for a groan of pain, and there were lots of body parts that gave him that sensation. First degree assault. Hah. Try excessive force on the part of the guys he was trying to drive off.