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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/13/2017 4:23:24 PM
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"Trust me, if your going for the Assault models an somehow don't get yourself killed, I should probably be thanking you"
Before she could explain herself she walked off. Before soon another soldier was in front of the vendor's booth and to some wonder he also picked up and application before wandering off. Mismatched armor seemingly re-fitted and painted over, an well made DMR styled rifle, an overall relaxed personality and peppered hair on a face that looked too young to have greying hair. From the amount of matainence and the clean reflection on his gun, one could doubt he was interested in replacing it.
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Noble rose to his feet and exited the café, holding the paperwork in his hands as he walked towards the man. "You too?" He asked simply, showing the older man the paper he held.
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"Ah, something like that. Honestly I'm just curious what all the fuss is about with the auction" The name on the paper was "James Helton". An irony in using his real name as an alias but still a lesser known name than his pirate nickname. "Hope they don't do background checks from outside the galaxy" he half jokingly said.
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Edited by Royal Blade: 9/14/2017 1:35:28 AM"I just hope they don't check outside the universe." The man said, the name on the paper reading [i]"Hunter-118."[/i] A Spartan Name, if the armour wasn't evidence enough.
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"Heh, well at least I'm not the only rascal hoping to pick up a few things in that place." Flatline jotted down some believable information on his application. "Say, big guy, usually I end up running these things solo but since your probably going there for the same reason, keep the heat off each other's back?" [spoiler]Guessing he's probably tall since he's a Spartan[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yee. He is[/spoiler] "..." The man stopped his own writing and thought about it for a moment before nodding. "Yeah. Sure." He said, reaching out for a handshake to signify the deal.
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The old space pirate finished writing everything down amd shook his hand before getting ready to turn it in. "Well, good luck finding a guard uniform your size"
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"I'm only 6'7 in the armour. I'm sure I'll find something as I'm usually around 6'2." The man said simply.
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"Huh" he simply replied he turned his application into the machine followed by a automated "thank you! And good luck!" [u]four hours later[/u] Twenty four to forty eight hours is what they were told her mysteriously the sun wasn't even out of the sky before they got an acceptance letter. No interview? It seemed someone was determined to get them in and got them approved in an incredibly short amount of time. They both got put onto the transport division and all training was to be bypassed. There was an addres within strata city to go to and an option for someone to pick them up if required. Was this the girl from before's doing or did someone from the company find a particular interest in the two? [spoiler]Was going to do the plot in separate posts but I'm usually not near by computer[/spoiler]
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"So, what do you think this is about?" He asked the older pirate Captain as they boarded a shuttle towards the city. "Maybe they're going to put us through some more advanced training? Or maybe they're just so worried about everything they're making sure they have all the weapons they need..." Hunter thought about it aloud, clearly curious.
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"Not sure. The machine told me a day or two then I got a call a little after lunch. Did a lady with a flower for an eye talk to you too?" Flatline sat running the situation through his mind while he waited for whatever was supposed to pick them up.
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"Yeah she did, gave me a few tips I guess you could call them." The man said, shrugging his shoulders.
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"Huh, same. She didn't seem too fond of the company either." A limmosine that seemed to mix classic luxury with all the comidations of the modern world began rolling through the streets. The back window was rolled down and a older man in a suit and tie looked over at them and had his driver stop. There was a sense of charisma that seemed to flow from the man's presence as he walked over with a step so light he made concrete seem soft as clouds. "[u]Hello gentelmen, I'm Antonio Degratze, security management and well, if I guessed from the pictures the vendor sent me, you are the two that I'll be welcoming to our department![/u]" He said with a grin.
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"Yes! It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." The man said respectfully, extending his hand for a shake.
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"[u]Good, good![/u]" He shook both of their hands and gestured them I to the vehicle. "[u]Now as your aware, this job is important and I'm guessing you might have questions so please, feel free to ask away[/u]"
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"Yes, just a few actually." Hunter said, taking a seat in the limousine and getting himself a bit comfortable. "My first question is: 'Who is attending the auction.' Now, I only ask this to get a preliminary threat levels that might arise during the auction. Potential assassinations and such."
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"[u]For the most part world leaders and revolutionaries. There are a few high profile celebrities but not many. Usually it turns out pretty safe since we bulk up security staff around the time of the auctions but we've had the occasional protesters riot and assassination attempt to deal with every few years. Comes with the job you know[/u]" "Sounds like quite the show out there, what's the contingency if someone tried to jump us for the gear?" Helton sat back unfolding a pack of gum and popped it in his mouth. "[u]Fair question. Personally I'd hope you could handle the confrontation without any need for lethal force, but if push comes to shove well send an evac vehicle to bring it back to the storage shed. [/u]"
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"Storage shed? So we have a contingency plan? What is it, we teleport everything Away?" Hunter said with a chuckle, clearly joking.
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"[u]Ah, there's plenty of seats on the armored transport. Wouldn't want to leave you boys stuck in the middle of any trouble we can avoid.[/u]" A cooler popped out of the floor with a few refreshments covered in ice. "[u]They didn't give me permission to bring anything alcohaulic for reasons but if you like soda help yourselves[/u]" The man reached in a grabbed an orange drink and took a few sips before putting it in the cup holder on his side. "[u]Besides, have a bit of a cruise before we get on back.[/u]"
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"How about the security? Besides us, how many other are we going to be in contact with?" Hunter asked, decking the drink.
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"[u]roughly fifty people if you include twenty or so snipers covering from the roof tops. It seems a bit much but it provides more comfort for the clients knowing a small army is carrying their precious cargo.[/u] "
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"Of course, of course. 50 troops is a solid number I think. Gives a comfort level to the buyers, but also keeps thieves or assassins at bay." Hunter said, nodding his head in approval.
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"You don't say" Flatline mumbled while he was looking out the window. It was quite the city. Buildings reaching the clouds, a gate sturdy as it was stunning. Strata was something else. At the gate, Antonio rolled down his window and flashed his ID to the man operating the door to the gate. A light turned green and a car sized hole in the wall formed. A toll booth right at the entrance of a city. It seemed almost typical to expect something like that from a town ruled by corporate kingpins and big business. "[u]Two decades and a lot of manpower built this place. After you take a look around I'm pretty sure you would say it sure was worth it.[/u]"
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"You don't allow people into the city?" Hunter asked, a bit suprised at the revelation.
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"[u]Oh no, is not quite like that. There's a visitors fee for outsiders which helps fund maintenance and keep tabs on the additional people in the city[/u]." Not too far off, beyond the tinted windows a group of soldiers seemed to have been performing marching drills from across the street. "Well, at least you overshot the intimidation factor." The old pirate cracked.
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[spoiler]Wolfenstein esque soldiers? I can dig it. [/spoiler] Hunter, as he was calling himself, chuckled lightly at the Pirate's comment, before turning his attention back to the man in charge. "Anything we should know?"
