Post by CanisDirus on Mar 21, 2021 19:58:20 GMT
As both Arrington and Terri had been exceptionally busy with diplomacy work, and the Meralis agreeing to diplomatic endings to the Third Galactic War, several more resources where available for the Dectrose to call upon, one of them in particular is a diplomat who wished to try and take a fast-track up the ladder and move to Decoroso. Nicolette Rochelle, having quickly settled her things and had the workers move her furniture and belongings into her new home, set out to Kaikoma, in search of a worthy cause to try and make moves in.
She quickly found it in the confusion and the disarray that was the Dectrose relationship with the Anointed, as the last diplomat, Audrianna Terri, had been attacked and hospitalized from a failed diplomatic mission. And through the contacts available to her, she boarded the 'Regent', under the command of Fleet Commander Malokov Volynski, to set out to a BSO Freeport closest to the Dectrose's territory.
While the ship travelled through warp, she opened up a communications link and sent out a request for an audience concerning the Anointed's current political and military situation and an offer of help to the BSO forces in righting the situation of both their business partner and the Dectrose's ally.
To say the Black Sail Organization was difficult to get in contact with was something of an understatement. Jade was evasive, Caroline flat out didn't return calls and every other comm code was disconnected.
So upon arrival near the massive nebulae that supposedly hid Freeport 21, Rochelle hadn't managed to have a meaningful conversation with anyone in the Organization.
Which was not necessarily a good thing when someone was arriving in a lockdown.
Fortunately, it seemed Freeport 21 had received a lot of people in their lockdown of late and it had become a matter of bored routine to turn them away rather than armed standoffs.
A rather bored sounding traffic controller informed them of the lockdown before they entered the nebulae and tiredly suggested they consult with their contract broker for a new venue.
"Any questions or will that be all?" Hr finished with a yawn.
Rochelle knew her first step into the galactic affairs of Ancerious hinged on this, and though she had been annoyed at the traffic controller's response, she then mimicked the attitude, and rested her large beak on her wrist, as if equally bored "Yeah, yeah, I get it, was hoping Jade or Caroline would pick up but they must be doing some shit somewhere else. You know if Sol's around at all at least? Would be at least nice to light up before going back to the grind." While she imitated and mimicked, Volynski simply flicked his ears in annoyance and rolled his eyes.
"Ugh," The traffic controller muttered as way of a response. "Look, I don't care who you name drop. The Freeport is under lockdown. Go. Away."
There was a brief pause before the line went dead. Unfortunately that wasn't to be the end of it. Moments later seventy ships emerged from the nebulae, led by a battlecruiser with 'The Morrigan' painted on one side of it.
"The Dectrose," A woman's voice came over the comms. "Why am I not surprised? What do you want, and don't feed me a bullshit line about wanting to smoke out with the First Speaker. Quickly now. I've got a clusterfuck that's not going to unfuck itself."
Volynski had just been charging the warp drives on the 'Regent' as Rochelle shook her rather large beaked head at him, illiciting an annoyed growl as he then shut them down, before responding to the woman's voice "By a 'clusterfuck' you wouldn't happen to be referencing the Anointed would you? Because that's exactly the reason I'm here in the first place. To give an offer of assistance from the Dectrose in establishing back the old controlling power. Not only would that benefit you with a business partner, but also helps the Dectrose gain their ally back. We have a large interest in whatever you may have planned to restore the Anointed."
A trill exited her beak, as she continued "All I need here today is an agreement on joint operations and someone to station with the BSO to help in communication and planning for offensive operations."
"Oh wonderful," the woman replied sarcastically. "The Anointed you gave to us start a clusterfuck I have to manage and you come crawling to me with offers of 'assistance'."
There was a long pause as the lines went dead before she returned.
"My ship or yours?"
"Your ship, I'll be over in a shuttle momentarily." She shut off comms, turned around, gave an odd expression to Volynski that would appear to emulate a smirk. Then shortly after she boarded a shuttle with two guards and leapt from the hanger at full speed, the shuttle turning towards 'The Morrigan' and quickly closing the gap.
No one paid the shuttle much mind as it landed aboard the battlecruiser. Indeed the only indication that any of the personnel aboard were expecting the Dectrose was an orange clad engineer who briefly rattled off a set of directions before wandering off.
Following the directions led to the Captain's quarters, and along the way they passed several individuals, everyone of them armed, and everyone with a scowl.
The woman herself appeared human. She had a head of fiery red hair, braided with razor wire and looked more ready for war than a diplomatic meeting. Forest patterned fatigues, a tactical vest, an assault rifle in hand, a pistol at one hip, a baton at the other and a knife on her shoulder. Combined with a black and white tattoo of the dance macabre across her throat she looked every inch a pirate and a killer.
"...I don't give a fuck how insignificant you think it is. Send it to me today or I'll shove my boot so far up your ass your breath will smell like shoe polish! Got it? Good. Call me when it's done."
She ended the call and turned to the three Dectrose, metallic fingers drumming against the trigger guard of her weapon.
"Talk fast, I have shit to do." She said as way of a greeting.
Rochelle looked about and sat down, before grabbing an AVD node from her pocket "Gladly. Now, with the RLDS running the show and the Anointed having a shitfest, I can imagine you're in a delicate and frustrating situation right now. However, I'm here to give you a hand on behalf of the Dectrose Empire. As it stands right now, we have men, materials, firepower and ships ready and eager to fight. As well I can imagine a large influx of ships and men would lift some weight from your shoulders."
She paused to crack her neck to the side and roll her neck around "Though with such an offer, logically comes a payment for both parties, but those are entirely negotiable. Do know that us joining together to purge the RLDS would get the BSO some more lucrative positions with the Dectrose Empire, ones that would pay much, much more then previously. So long story short, we help you, you help us, and everyone walks out of this with a restored Anointed Empire and quite a significant amount of money and favors in their pocket. Would you like Dectrose bodies and firepower backing you up?"
"So," She said, the rhythmic of metal drumming ceasing the moment she spoke. "Let me see if I got this right: you forged some deep connections with the Anointed. Joint research, defense, whatever the fuck else. Deep, deep connections. Then, you sent some of those 'friends' to 'assist' a Black Sail Captain on a mission she refused to talk about, which is cancelled by the way, then those friends go through a regime change and cut ties with you and those 'friends' you sent to 'assist' us kill several dozen of my men, contaminate who knows how many more, and force one of the most profitable enterprises in the Organization into an indefinite lockdown. And as if all that wasn't enough now you come out here, proposing to help us mount a counter-coup and expect us to pay you for the privilege."
She paused for dramatic effect and cleared her throat.
"No. No, no, no, no. I think what we should be discussing is how much you're going to pay me to make the Anointed amicable toward you, and as compensation for the damage you've caused me, both in terms of dead personnel and lost profits, and then, maybe if I like you, I'll consider letting your men and your ships help unfuck you."
She slammed her gun down on the table abruptly, and raised one hand.
"One," She said raising a finger. "You remove all traces of your electronic countermeasures from the Anointed fleet post haste. I don't care if the fastest way is to send a deactivation code and let the neuromancers sort out the mess. I'm tired of hearing Murphy bitch about them."
"Two," She raised a second finger. "You generously volunteer Gavin and whoever his bitches are to serve under whoever I tell him to until this situation is resolved. If he dies, it's not my fault and not my problem."
"Three, Admiral Morgan calls up Jade and calls him a cunt to close out a date with Sol Fenrir,"
She grinned and lowered her fingers.
"The last one is so I have something to give up in the negotiations."
Under the withering demands, Rochelle kept her poker face on, and replies calmly "Unfortunately, that seems to be the case here, doesn't it? Though this would help the both of us if we are to re-establish the previous government, one that buys large amounts of pleasurable materials from you and one that is the 'Big Stick' to the Dectrose, though if it's not possible we can always find a different method to perform diplomacy with them. And as unfortunate as the RLDS's attack on your BSO ships and manpower is, we where not cooperation with such a party for the means they had planned in their regime change. Though we will gladly appropriate the credits for replacing both ships and men you have lost. I'm sure Vi-Jon won't mind taking the cut from his personal account."
She tapped on her node a few times, and looked up again "As far as the Mantis AIs, I'm quite aware that Vanessa Terri had been present with Anointed and BSO to remove all traces from the TSS Court and all afflicted ships. If there are any lingering effects from the inclusion of the Mantis AIs, I'll have Administrator Dolus get in contact with Murphy to discuss exactly how one would remove anything else that is left. But I have full confidence that they are not an issue for BSO or Anointed any longer."
"As for Admiral Morgan, she seems to have just been freed from a diplomatic mission with Arrington. So I'll send a comms message for her to do that immediately. Though as for Gavin, I don't know what good he might be in attacking these rogue Anointed, as all of his recommended technology has already been either adopted or incorporated. It's also very likely that with his defection, the Anointed have cut him off from their networking. Meaning Gavin's only use would be to command a ship or lead a groundside force. He'd likely offer no significant advantage over a Dectrothian commander. In this case"
She slotted everything up, and sent it out to the various people, and only moments had passed before her ear implant began to flash, a holographic display went over her right eye and she looked as if she could sweat bullets, before tapping her ear "Admiral Morgan... Yes... No... This is an Order... Of course... Thank you Admiral Morgan." Next her holographic display flashed and she looked up to the BSO captain "Vi-Jon needs an account number and an amount to transfer to you."
"If Gavin won't be useful then I don't want him anywhere near this. I don't want to see his face, I don't want to hear his voice, I don't even want to hear his name," Alison answered. "Corsairs are out too. Last thing I need is a bunch of wannabee's cocking up the entire operation. And do be sure Morgan understands that she has to finish a date with the First Speaker before calling up Jade,"
She paused, and shrugged.
"As for money... fifty million seems like a nice round number to start with,"
She tilted her head, her large beak shifting her head a little more as she looked at the other "Of course, the Corsairs wouldn't be involved if you don't wish them to, and I'll update Morgan of the requirements." She paused, as she sent the updates and contacted Vi-Jon, who was more than a little upset, his voice audible from her earpiece "What do you mean fifty million!? You understand that's everything and more from my account? Are you crazy?!" Rochelle winced and turned the volume down "And you need to understand that if you hire someone, you better be willing to pay the price as well as extra, send what you can now, I don't care if you have to dive into the research allotment for your research, I need it asap."
A few moments passed, until an amount of 35 million appeared before her, and she spoke into her comm piece "Don't be a rookie, these numbers are nowhere close to what we need." And with some hesitation, and some cursing emanating from her earpiece, it jumped to 40 million, where it stopped for a few moments, and the extra amount came from Decoroso, equaling 50 million.
Rochelle nodded to her "Where do I send it?"
Alison tapped at her datapad briefly, creating a new account for the money before sending the number to Rochelle.
"Adi Mbauntuwe is the broker who's made the most progress. I'll give you his comm frequency and you can work out details with him."
She paused momentarily and cleared her throat.
"He'll be your new point of contact for the organization as well. Woflgang doesn't want Captains negotiating jobs without brokers anymore. Its led to... problems recently."
"Understandable, I'm sending the money now. Whereabouts is the location for Broker Mbauntuwe? We have noticed on our maps that there are a lack of contact points 'Freeports' that we know of for the BSO, I'd like to avoid such events that would hinder business in the future and possibly use other Freeports to purchase from and contact our Brokers." Rochelle added.
Her eyes lit up a little and tapped her datapad a few more times "Now that I mention it, when we do stop at another Freeport, Decoroso Command has expressed interest on making purchases of any salvage or goods you may have for sale. Will this be acceptable?" As she spoke on, she slowly gathered her things together, now holding the datapad and the AVD node she slipped into her pocket.
"You have a broker now," Alison answered sending Adi's details yo Rochelle.
"He'll answer your questions."
She quickly found it in the confusion and the disarray that was the Dectrose relationship with the Anointed, as the last diplomat, Audrianna Terri, had been attacked and hospitalized from a failed diplomatic mission. And through the contacts available to her, she boarded the 'Regent', under the command of Fleet Commander Malokov Volynski, to set out to a BSO Freeport closest to the Dectrose's territory.
While the ship travelled through warp, she opened up a communications link and sent out a request for an audience concerning the Anointed's current political and military situation and an offer of help to the BSO forces in righting the situation of both their business partner and the Dectrose's ally.
To say the Black Sail Organization was difficult to get in contact with was something of an understatement. Jade was evasive, Caroline flat out didn't return calls and every other comm code was disconnected.
So upon arrival near the massive nebulae that supposedly hid Freeport 21, Rochelle hadn't managed to have a meaningful conversation with anyone in the Organization.
Which was not necessarily a good thing when someone was arriving in a lockdown.
Fortunately, it seemed Freeport 21 had received a lot of people in their lockdown of late and it had become a matter of bored routine to turn them away rather than armed standoffs.
A rather bored sounding traffic controller informed them of the lockdown before they entered the nebulae and tiredly suggested they consult with their contract broker for a new venue.
"Any questions or will that be all?" Hr finished with a yawn.
Rochelle knew her first step into the galactic affairs of Ancerious hinged on this, and though she had been annoyed at the traffic controller's response, she then mimicked the attitude, and rested her large beak on her wrist, as if equally bored "Yeah, yeah, I get it, was hoping Jade or Caroline would pick up but they must be doing some shit somewhere else. You know if Sol's around at all at least? Would be at least nice to light up before going back to the grind." While she imitated and mimicked, Volynski simply flicked his ears in annoyance and rolled his eyes.
"Ugh," The traffic controller muttered as way of a response. "Look, I don't care who you name drop. The Freeport is under lockdown. Go. Away."
There was a brief pause before the line went dead. Unfortunately that wasn't to be the end of it. Moments later seventy ships emerged from the nebulae, led by a battlecruiser with 'The Morrigan' painted on one side of it.
"The Dectrose," A woman's voice came over the comms. "Why am I not surprised? What do you want, and don't feed me a bullshit line about wanting to smoke out with the First Speaker. Quickly now. I've got a clusterfuck that's not going to unfuck itself."
Volynski had just been charging the warp drives on the 'Regent' as Rochelle shook her rather large beaked head at him, illiciting an annoyed growl as he then shut them down, before responding to the woman's voice "By a 'clusterfuck' you wouldn't happen to be referencing the Anointed would you? Because that's exactly the reason I'm here in the first place. To give an offer of assistance from the Dectrose in establishing back the old controlling power. Not only would that benefit you with a business partner, but also helps the Dectrose gain their ally back. We have a large interest in whatever you may have planned to restore the Anointed."
A trill exited her beak, as she continued "All I need here today is an agreement on joint operations and someone to station with the BSO to help in communication and planning for offensive operations."
"Oh wonderful," the woman replied sarcastically. "The Anointed you gave to us start a clusterfuck I have to manage and you come crawling to me with offers of 'assistance'."
There was a long pause as the lines went dead before she returned.
"My ship or yours?"
"Your ship, I'll be over in a shuttle momentarily." She shut off comms, turned around, gave an odd expression to Volynski that would appear to emulate a smirk. Then shortly after she boarded a shuttle with two guards and leapt from the hanger at full speed, the shuttle turning towards 'The Morrigan' and quickly closing the gap.
No one paid the shuttle much mind as it landed aboard the battlecruiser. Indeed the only indication that any of the personnel aboard were expecting the Dectrose was an orange clad engineer who briefly rattled off a set of directions before wandering off.
Following the directions led to the Captain's quarters, and along the way they passed several individuals, everyone of them armed, and everyone with a scowl.
The woman herself appeared human. She had a head of fiery red hair, braided with razor wire and looked more ready for war than a diplomatic meeting. Forest patterned fatigues, a tactical vest, an assault rifle in hand, a pistol at one hip, a baton at the other and a knife on her shoulder. Combined with a black and white tattoo of the dance macabre across her throat she looked every inch a pirate and a killer.
"...I don't give a fuck how insignificant you think it is. Send it to me today or I'll shove my boot so far up your ass your breath will smell like shoe polish! Got it? Good. Call me when it's done."
She ended the call and turned to the three Dectrose, metallic fingers drumming against the trigger guard of her weapon.
"Talk fast, I have shit to do." She said as way of a greeting.
Rochelle looked about and sat down, before grabbing an AVD node from her pocket "Gladly. Now, with the RLDS running the show and the Anointed having a shitfest, I can imagine you're in a delicate and frustrating situation right now. However, I'm here to give you a hand on behalf of the Dectrose Empire. As it stands right now, we have men, materials, firepower and ships ready and eager to fight. As well I can imagine a large influx of ships and men would lift some weight from your shoulders."
She paused to crack her neck to the side and roll her neck around "Though with such an offer, logically comes a payment for both parties, but those are entirely negotiable. Do know that us joining together to purge the RLDS would get the BSO some more lucrative positions with the Dectrose Empire, ones that would pay much, much more then previously. So long story short, we help you, you help us, and everyone walks out of this with a restored Anointed Empire and quite a significant amount of money and favors in their pocket. Would you like Dectrose bodies and firepower backing you up?"
"So," She said, the rhythmic of metal drumming ceasing the moment she spoke. "Let me see if I got this right: you forged some deep connections with the Anointed. Joint research, defense, whatever the fuck else. Deep, deep connections. Then, you sent some of those 'friends' to 'assist' a Black Sail Captain on a mission she refused to talk about, which is cancelled by the way, then those friends go through a regime change and cut ties with you and those 'friends' you sent to 'assist' us kill several dozen of my men, contaminate who knows how many more, and force one of the most profitable enterprises in the Organization into an indefinite lockdown. And as if all that wasn't enough now you come out here, proposing to help us mount a counter-coup and expect us to pay you for the privilege."
She paused for dramatic effect and cleared her throat.
"No. No, no, no, no. I think what we should be discussing is how much you're going to pay me to make the Anointed amicable toward you, and as compensation for the damage you've caused me, both in terms of dead personnel and lost profits, and then, maybe if I like you, I'll consider letting your men and your ships help unfuck you."
She slammed her gun down on the table abruptly, and raised one hand.
"One," She said raising a finger. "You remove all traces of your electronic countermeasures from the Anointed fleet post haste. I don't care if the fastest way is to send a deactivation code and let the neuromancers sort out the mess. I'm tired of hearing Murphy bitch about them."
"Two," She raised a second finger. "You generously volunteer Gavin and whoever his bitches are to serve under whoever I tell him to until this situation is resolved. If he dies, it's not my fault and not my problem."
"Three, Admiral Morgan calls up Jade and calls him a cunt to close out a date with Sol Fenrir,"
She grinned and lowered her fingers.
"The last one is so I have something to give up in the negotiations."
Under the withering demands, Rochelle kept her poker face on, and replies calmly "Unfortunately, that seems to be the case here, doesn't it? Though this would help the both of us if we are to re-establish the previous government, one that buys large amounts of pleasurable materials from you and one that is the 'Big Stick' to the Dectrose, though if it's not possible we can always find a different method to perform diplomacy with them. And as unfortunate as the RLDS's attack on your BSO ships and manpower is, we where not cooperation with such a party for the means they had planned in their regime change. Though we will gladly appropriate the credits for replacing both ships and men you have lost. I'm sure Vi-Jon won't mind taking the cut from his personal account."
She tapped on her node a few times, and looked up again "As far as the Mantis AIs, I'm quite aware that Vanessa Terri had been present with Anointed and BSO to remove all traces from the TSS Court and all afflicted ships. If there are any lingering effects from the inclusion of the Mantis AIs, I'll have Administrator Dolus get in contact with Murphy to discuss exactly how one would remove anything else that is left. But I have full confidence that they are not an issue for BSO or Anointed any longer."
"As for Admiral Morgan, she seems to have just been freed from a diplomatic mission with Arrington. So I'll send a comms message for her to do that immediately. Though as for Gavin, I don't know what good he might be in attacking these rogue Anointed, as all of his recommended technology has already been either adopted or incorporated. It's also very likely that with his defection, the Anointed have cut him off from their networking. Meaning Gavin's only use would be to command a ship or lead a groundside force. He'd likely offer no significant advantage over a Dectrothian commander. In this case"
She slotted everything up, and sent it out to the various people, and only moments had passed before her ear implant began to flash, a holographic display went over her right eye and she looked as if she could sweat bullets, before tapping her ear "Admiral Morgan... Yes... No... This is an Order... Of course... Thank you Admiral Morgan." Next her holographic display flashed and she looked up to the BSO captain "Vi-Jon needs an account number and an amount to transfer to you."
"If Gavin won't be useful then I don't want him anywhere near this. I don't want to see his face, I don't want to hear his voice, I don't even want to hear his name," Alison answered. "Corsairs are out too. Last thing I need is a bunch of wannabee's cocking up the entire operation. And do be sure Morgan understands that she has to finish a date with the First Speaker before calling up Jade,"
She paused, and shrugged.
"As for money... fifty million seems like a nice round number to start with,"
She tilted her head, her large beak shifting her head a little more as she looked at the other "Of course, the Corsairs wouldn't be involved if you don't wish them to, and I'll update Morgan of the requirements." She paused, as she sent the updates and contacted Vi-Jon, who was more than a little upset, his voice audible from her earpiece "What do you mean fifty million!? You understand that's everything and more from my account? Are you crazy?!" Rochelle winced and turned the volume down "And you need to understand that if you hire someone, you better be willing to pay the price as well as extra, send what you can now, I don't care if you have to dive into the research allotment for your research, I need it asap."
A few moments passed, until an amount of 35 million appeared before her, and she spoke into her comm piece "Don't be a rookie, these numbers are nowhere close to what we need." And with some hesitation, and some cursing emanating from her earpiece, it jumped to 40 million, where it stopped for a few moments, and the extra amount came from Decoroso, equaling 50 million.
Rochelle nodded to her "Where do I send it?"
Alison tapped at her datapad briefly, creating a new account for the money before sending the number to Rochelle.
"Adi Mbauntuwe is the broker who's made the most progress. I'll give you his comm frequency and you can work out details with him."
She paused momentarily and cleared her throat.
"He'll be your new point of contact for the organization as well. Woflgang doesn't want Captains negotiating jobs without brokers anymore. Its led to... problems recently."
"Understandable, I'm sending the money now. Whereabouts is the location for Broker Mbauntuwe? We have noticed on our maps that there are a lack of contact points 'Freeports' that we know of for the BSO, I'd like to avoid such events that would hinder business in the future and possibly use other Freeports to purchase from and contact our Brokers." Rochelle added.
Her eyes lit up a little and tapped her datapad a few more times "Now that I mention it, when we do stop at another Freeport, Decoroso Command has expressed interest on making purchases of any salvage or goods you may have for sale. Will this be acceptable?" As she spoke on, she slowly gathered her things together, now holding the datapad and the AVD node she slipped into her pocket.
"You have a broker now," Alison answered sending Adi's details yo Rochelle.
"He'll answer your questions."