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Dante Calgar

Dante Calgar

Member Since 03 May 2017
Offline Last Active Apr 07 2018 11:34 AM
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#1762430 FO and Allies | To Rise Above, Soar

Posted by Dante Calgar on 04 April 2018 - 10:57 AM

”Correlian Brady, please. Neat.”

 

The Moff's eyes were drawn to the strangely familiar voice a few meters away. Non-government, definitely not military. *Unusual.* he mused. It wasn't difficult for the Minister of Security to learn much about a person at a glance. The way they carried themselves, their posture, subtle undertones of their voice. This one was different though. *Murky* thought Dante to himself. With a twist of the glass in his hand the ice and amber liquid swirled before being raised to his lips. He savored the flavor, a distant memory coming to the forefront of his mind - no, he knew who she was. Slowly but surely a name began to form in his mind. *A Zambrano.* A crooked smile briefly flashed across his features before resuming their naturally neutral state. He observed the woman for a moment longer, his brief attempt at analyzing her behavior largely ineffective, but something had changed since the last time the two had crossed paths. He remembered the musty smell of the jungle as he'd hiked through it, the burn of his legs after ascending the extensive stairway to the Bastion - a disciple of the Supreme Leader or not, it was a memorable experience.

 

In short order, Ms. Zambrano had made her way across the room, snagging something from a tray before coming to a halt near one of the ornate pillars around the central room. There she paused, as if looking for someone specific. It was then his feet began to carry him in her wake. Carefully he navigated around several groups of talking dignitaries and attendees - some in uniform, others in regal gowns and dresses. *Dosuun High Society no doubt.* He would have sneered at the thought, but instead he assumed a gentle smile. 

 

"Nice night for an event, don't you think Ms. Zambrano?"

 

His steps had led him just to the woman's side, glass switching hands as he extended the other in greeting. 

 

"Decent turnout so far - expecting someone specific?" he said, nodding towards the arches towards the entrance. An almost knowing grin spread across his features. Even the unknown could come to light, if one feigned knowledge. At very least, it was one method of discovering her interest. Collecting information was one of his strengths. How she responded should likely tell him what he needed to know, and if not? Every action was a move in a perpetual game of chess, each feint revealing another weakness, another move to be made. Social events were rife with maneuvering - this was no different. 

 

Ara Zambrano




#1762428 Downfall | First Order

Posted by Dante Calgar on 04 April 2018 - 10:51 AM

As the woman's voice continued onward, Dante's eyes maintained their deceptively calm gaze - boring into the woman. As he did so, her words seemed to speed up, her heart rate spiked - all things easily identified by the Security Minister. Noticing small behavioral tics was one of the skills which made him particularly dangerous. That, and his uncanny ability to control his own responses. It wasn't so much that he found the woman's words particularly irritating, but the way she droned on grated against his sense of efficiency. To date, Dante hadn't been one easily swayed by charismatic speeches or dogmatic platitudes. No, Dante was very much about being concise - something the woman across the desk seemed to be unfamiliar with. At least initially. As her dialogue began to wind down, he nodded, the final sentence outlining the reason for her appointment.

 

"I won't waste any more of your time beating around the bush.."

 

*Good.* thought Dante silently.

 

".. I had a standing meeting with the Grand Moff to give me a debrief on the war effort -- recruitment numbers, declassified victory reports, and the kind of ra-ra, go-fight-win stuff she was known for -- but for obvious reasons she's... indisposed. Is there anything you can tell me? Inquiring minds want to know."

 

Dante sat there for a moment, fingers crossed as his elbows reset upon the surface of his desk, eyes still aimed pointedly at the reporter. With a deep intake of breath, he pushed himself back from the desk and leaned back in his chair. Silence permeated the room, an almost awkward pause before the Minister responded. "The Grand Moff, yes, she has been busy lately. Interesting that you chose to speak to me." He narrowed his eyes and smiled. "I take it Supreme Commander Graush was indisposed?" a quiet chuckle filled the space as he continued. "The war effort, as it were, has largely been a success, I'm sure you know that. Victories have been anything but in short supply, though the Alliance continues to supply their Galactic Southern Worlds - I'd wager you don't need an explanation on how that is happening given the political geography surrounding the most recent victory claimed by the Order."

 

"As to the view.." Dante rose from his chair, a quiet sqeak as his footsteps carried him towards the transparisteel viewscreen. "..It reminds me of why we do what we do. Tell me Ms. Finn-Camden, why do you choose to live here? I hear you're from Galidraan? You know the Grand Moff is from there. What ties you to the Order?" A tangent perhaps, but one he'd carefully calculated. It had struck him odd, the woman leaning over his desk as he'd walked in - then again given her behavioral cues it might not be that strange, she was the inquisitive type. When had might ever served Dante though? No, he would need to be sure. Rather than continue on, his gaze fell upon the world below, letting his question hang in the air. 

 

Lydia Finn-Camden




#1753980 Downfall | First Order

Posted by Dante Calgar on 21 March 2018 - 08:26 AM

As the door to his office opened, the subtle creak and groan of the hinges grated like nails on a chalkboard. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He'd always been fond of the older phrases, though they commonly failed to apply given the level of technology which was, for the most part, universal. The idiosyncrasy slipped from his mind as eyes laid on the occupant of his office, partially bent form eyeing a solitary picture frame on his desk. *Interesting.* "Miss Finn-Camden." Dante said, closing the door gently behind himself as he stepped forward. The large binder switched hands before he offered his own in greeting to the woman. "Please, have a seat. Can I get you anything? A water?" Moving and speaking, Dante slid the datapad on his desk aside, placing the binder atop it, quickly obscuring any view the woman might have had. Settling down in his own chair behind the desk, he reached for a drawer, pausing for a moment. "Something stronger?" His hand knocked against a lower drawer of the desk, a raised eyebrow signaling his inquiry. 

 

On the surface, Moff Calgar seemed almost normal, but no one could forget the cold and calm demeanor he'd held on the parade deck those many months ago. Dispensing the Supreme Leader's Justice. Or so it had been touted. There were those who'd disagreed with their methods, even the Grand Moff had seemed shaken by the display - but Order wasn't maintained by benevolence alone. There needed to be a strong fist to wield the hammer. Taking a relaxed posture in the leather chair, Dante rolled up squarely behind his desk, resting his elbows on its surface and steepling his fingers. "So, what can I do for you?" He leaned in, eyes meeting those of the woman across the desk.

 

Lydia Finn-Camden




#1737054 Fool Me Once

Posted by Dante Calgar on 21 February 2018 - 12:50 PM

Outer Rim | Avalonia, Dosuun

Victory & Memorial Park | Omega Memorial

 

The Grand Moff's momentary lapse of cool demeanor caused the Minister to crack his own facade, a smirk fluttering at the edge of his lips. *And there we are. Perhaps not so far from the edge afterall.* he thought. While she talked, his eyes turned again towards the park, silently admiring the calm and quiet of the place. If there wasn't already a strange feeling of being watched, the gentle rustle of a bush and the flutter of breeze amplified it tenfold. He continued to do so as the woman spoke to her knowledge of her kin, as Natasi's tone change however, his features were drawn tight, a scowl forming as he turned to meet her chilling gaze with one of his own.

 

"I expected more of you Ms. Fortan." the calm tones of his voice only adding to the evening chill. "I assume you're familiar with Primo Victorian - the First Order has several high level contracts with the company owned and operated by your kin. Whether or not you're close is irrelevant to the matter. A line of blood connects the two of you." Taking a moment, Dante's hands moved to the partially open binder, tracing along one of the pages. "Do you really need me to spell this out for you? It's a liability."

 

"Intelligence reports note several sealed data files collected from within their database. We were able to crack them, I think you'll find the data we've uncovered particularly interesting." Pointing once more, Dante's finger fell upon the page, one detailing a handful of exterior contract drafts. "It appears your relative Fiolette has been busy. Busy drafting design and construction contracts with the enemy." As the words rolled off his tongue, a sinister smirk fell upon his face, gaze threatening to meet with absolute zero. "I don't have to explain why this might be a problem for you, do I?" Dante didn't give the woman time to reply before he continued. "I can take care of this little problem for you, don't you worry about that - but it won't be free." Cautiously folding his hands in front of himself, the Security Minister waited, allowing the information to sink in, the Grand Moff time to review the data in her hands. He'd played his hand, all that was left was to see if the Grand Moff could match it.

 

The Major | Natasi Fortan




#1726124 Fool Me Once

Posted by Dante Calgar on 05 February 2018 - 01:52 PM

Outer Rim | Avalonia, Dosuun

Victory & Memorial Park | Omega Memorial

 

Moff Calgar's footsteps were made with purpose, his strides wide and fast. Even so, the Grand Moff had arrived before Dante and "The Major" had. It was a cool night, though not as cold as it had been, the glistening sheen of dew reflecting the dim lights of the park. Perhaps the strangest part of it all was the silence that seemed to permeate the entire park. Even during the wee hours business as usual carried on throughout Avalonia. High tech sound dampeners had been installed across the memorial, creating a serene and calm atmosphere in this part of the park. As he heard his footsteps echo against the bricks, Dante's eyes scanned his surroundings. When he'd told the Grand Moff to come alone, it had been a figure of speech. As usual her entourage of security followed, he hadn't expected anything less. Dante noted the soft footfalls of the woman in his wake come to a halt as they grew closer, prompting him to half turn. Eyes meeting the woman's he squinted briefly. "Come with me, I want you to hear all of this." With a nod of his head, he turned towards where the Grand Moff was seated at a bench.

 

Stopping crisply just before her, Dante's gaze bored into the woman. "Your excellency." A feigned nod of reverence in her direction. "If you'll walk with me. Much harder to pick up on our conversation. I hope you don't mind, my associate will be joining us." A gesture, Dante's hand extended, offered to Natasi. "Shall we?" With an almost machine-like efficiency he stepped off towards the stairs leading up to the memorial itself, and as the Grand Moff stepped with him the folder containing the details of the Grand Moff's relation found itself pressed against her side. "You'll find the relevant information in here. I've done you the courtesy of summarizing it, the full report is included in the rear." As they reached the first landing, he paused, turning to the woman. "How close are you two?" he said, referring to the woman detailed in the dossier. 

 

Natasi Fortan | The Major




#1709804 Fool Me Once

Posted by Dante Calgar on 16 January 2018 - 11:23 AM

Outer Rim | Avalonia, Dosuun

Number 12, Forselle Drive

FOSB Headquarters | Office of Dante Calgar

 

Dante spent only a few minutes on hold, less than he had originally expected given the hour. Even as he waited he silently greeted The Major with a raised eyebrow and a nod. He motioned towards the small carafe of caf on the edge of his desk, he certainly wasn't going to drink it all. Conveniently, a pair of small mugs rest beside it. He'd been about to say something when he heard a crackle at the other end of the line, the voice of Natasi Fortan easily identifiable. *A distinct lack of grogginess. She plays the part well.* Moff Calgar thought to himself. "Ah, good morning your excellency. I apologize for the late hour." A thinly veiled apology, Dante had no qualms with bothering the Grand Moff. *But it was the polite thing to say.* "I found something you'll want to see." he said decidedly. "In person." Dante let his words hang in the air for a moment, curious to see if she would demand an explanation or not. Giving her ample time to reply, he continued. "Mrs. Fortan, how familiar are you with your extended family?"

 

Again he held his tongue, waiting. Whether or not his theatrics would have the intended effect or not, he didn't know - either wayhe would have paid to see what could be possibly running through the Grand Moff's mind at the moment. He spoke again. "Victory and Memorial Park, Northwest Quarter. The Omega Memorial. Twenty minutes. Come alone. I can't say more over comm." Rather abruptly, Dante terminated the call, settling the comm back into its dock. Eyes tracing to where The Major sat, his eyes narrowed. "So here we are.." he trailed off. "Fancy a jaunt?" Pushing himself backwards from his desk, he motioned towards a stack of printouts, a plain manila folder chocked with logs and an FOSB profile of none other than the Grand Moff's Aunt rest within. 

 

*Fiolette Yvarro. Former Grand Admiral, and producer of First Order vessels across the board. Former. What a tangled web we weave.* Dante had already read the pertinent data, correlated and connected the dots for the Grand Moff, but much of the source documentation had been printed out as well. As usual, this wasn't the only copy. Both digital and physical compilations of the information had been put together and safeguarded. Not strictly within the rules and regulations, then again, when was the last time Dante had played by the rules? He hadn't become Moff in a day by merit alone. Dante rose to his feet, stepping out from behind the desk and began to don his overcoat, first strapping on his sidearm in an under the shoulder holster. He didn't go anywhere unarmed anymore, not after the attempt on his life. "You ready?" he said to the other in the room. He'd needed to bring someone in on this with him, and it was only appropriate the two survivors continued to do just that - survive. 

 

Natasi Fortan | The Major




#1706937 Fool Me Once

Posted by Dante Calgar on 12 January 2018 - 04:33 PM

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Outer Rim | Avalonia, Dosuun

Number 12, Forselle Drive

FOSB Headquarters | Office of Dante Calgar

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Silence filled the entire floor, a gentle blue glow emanating from one of the offices on the upper floors of the building. It wasn't just any office, but the office of the Security Minister himself, Moff Calgar. This late in the evening it was unusual for anyone to be at their office, even more so the minister himself. The subtle clacking of keys broken up by the brief pause as his eyes traced across the screen. Less than two weeks ago Dante had nearly lost his life in an assassination attempt. So far any leads they'd tracked all lead to dead ends, literally. Chief Ennike had been involved in a complex plot to advance his career. He'd advanced all right - straight to the grave. In fact, one of the up and coming agents in the FOSB had been gravely injured in that operation. That send a quiet chuckle through the man behind the screens. Either the night was getting late or Dante was beginning to lose his mind. Perhaps a bit of both. 

 

Where was he again? That's right, the reports. Dead ends. There wasn't anything else thus far that was going to lead towards his would be assassin - it had however brought some other interesting things to light. Things that could be very good for Moff Calgar. Nothing concrete, but he had begun to see a pattern in the information he'd had routed to his machine. It led to some interesting places. It was now that he was faced with a choice. He could pursue the data himself, he certainly had the resources - or - he could do something else entirely. A malevolent smirk creased the corners of Dante's lips. This was too good.

 

With a few simple keystrokes, the Security Minister activated a secured line to the Grand Moff's residence. 

 

"Good Evening," he said. "This is Moff Calgar for the Grand Moff. It's urgent." A pause. "Yes I'm aware of the hour, I need to speak with her now." His voice might have been misleading, but it almost seemed calm. "Yes, I'll hold."

 

Natasi Fortan | The Major




#1698131 Spy Games & Beauty Queens

Posted by Dante Calgar on 02 January 2018 - 03:32 PM

Astoria Vero

 

Welcome aboard! We have quite a few people writing FOSB agents atm, so it's really a great time for that sort of thing. 

Short term it would make sense to hire you on as an intern, or if you're for sure looking for the FOSB angle, a new recruit/cadet! There's plenty in the works for them as well, so if you need a place to hop in, feel free to ask!




#1671716 A Bachelors Tomb [FOSB]

Posted by Dante Calgar on 17 November 2017 - 06:56 PM

He took a step back, leaning against a small shelf as the agent stepped forward with task in hand. Dante was no stranger to information extraction, at least in the conventional sense but he was more accustomed to... biological extraction, not this. Even so, he supposed, this wasn't a job for a member of the Moff Council, regardless of his background. It was with that thought he watched momentarily before pushing off the shelf. Tucking the gloves into his belt, he took a step closer.

 

"Admiral Rausgeber, you woudn't happen to have any spirits about? I've got a thirst."

 

The way it was phrased was innocent enough, but there was a quiet edge to the man's voice. It would be hard to tell if he was being facetious or genuinely asking - but as silence filled the air while Agent Shepard went to work, the Moff began to tap his foot, an expectant gaze falling upon the visage of the late Admiral. Even if he did manage to prove that the Admiral was in fact the Admiral, it would be an interesting task to sell it to the Supreme Commander. Perhaps with an attache, an embedded agent at his side... No matter. The specifics he could figure out later, right now Moff Calgar was more interested in a strong drink.

 

 

The Major | Robogeber | Emilia Ravel




#1670226 A Bachelors Tomb [FOSB]

Posted by Dante Calgar on 14 November 2017 - 07:54 PM

A cold appraisal of the droid was evidenced by the silence separating the two, the droids extended arm garnering nothing more than a glance from the Moff. The silence hung in the air for a moment as Dante appeared to process the information professed by the machine before him. An interesting claim, though how could he confirm it? No doubt the First Order Security Bureau had tech that could perhaps verify some of the information the droid was declaring, though Moff Calgar was no scientist. Maybe brain waves? If the droid in front of him truly did contain the stored consciousness of the late Admiral Rausgeber, there should be some way to compare the electrical signals within the droid brain to historical scans of the Admiral - yes, that could do it. 

 

"Well then, Mr. Rausgeber." With a quiet motion he removed his gloves, gently grasping them in his hands for a moment. "First Order of business - is to validate your claims. Lucky for you I think we have just the thing."

 

Tapping his communicator, he gave a silent signal. In a moment, two stormtroopers geared in gloss black armor wheeled in two large cases. Silently they dispatched their cargo, snapping open the latches before removing a myriad of electronic gizmos and gadgets. Whatever it all was, Dante had faith that they would get to the bottom of the strange circumstances they found themselves in. With an eye towards the agents in the room, he spoke once again.

 

"I trust you have the skill to utilize the equipment on hand to compare this droid's electrical signals with those of the late Admiral?"

 

 

The Major | Emilia Ravel | Ezra Klev | Robogeber 




#1667257 A Bachelors Tomb [FOSB]

Posted by Dante Calgar on 09 November 2017 - 04:55 PM

He wasn't sure exactly how many minutes had passed, or hours if any. All he could focus on was that the FOSB had somehow failed when they'd closed the file on one, Carlyle Rausgeber. The military had done their brief and to the point investigation, and even the FOSB had conducted their own after his disappearance but by all accounts he'd been vaporized in the heat of battle. Now, there was contradictory evidence - or rather new evidence pointing to the contrary. It was due to Moff Calgar's veiled past that he'd been cleared to see to the matter personally, rather than his position as minister of security.

 

As he arrived by speeder, there was little for him to do but disembark, his typical Moff Uniform only accented by the sidearm at his hip. Though it was forbidden in most of his interactions, he preferred to carry it whenever the chance arose - Dante didn't like to be caught off guard.

 

Perhaps that was why this particular affair had him so out of sorts, his mind wandering to the prior several weeks, months. Could anyone have seen this coming? Doubtful. By the robots own admission, the Admiral himself was probably the only one he knew about such a failsafe in the wake of his own demise. It was interesting to ponder but as the leather soles of his boots came to the residence the Moff's attention was drawn again to the task at hand. It took him only a few moments to reach the room where they had discovered the automaton, the door sliding open before he stepped inside.

 

"Agents." he said. "And this is.. the droid claiming to be Admiral Rausgeber I presume?" 

 

 

The Major | Robogeber | Ezra Klev | Emilia Ravel




#1665109 A Bachelors Tomb [FOSB]

Posted by Dante Calgar on 06 November 2017 - 12:21 PM

A quiet hum of the micro-repulsor filled the air as the DRK-1 Probe floated through the halls of the Admiral's residence. It's current command had been to observe and record the state of Admiral Rausgeber's residence, as a matter of record. Until several moments prior, it had been doing just that when it detected a sudden power surge coming from another part of the building. Zooming quickly towards the source, it buzzed past several others, its singular eye locking on to the robotic form which seemed to carry a persona of the Admiral himself. Of course the drone remained silent, but those observing on the other end were anything but - the very features of the Admiral projected on the droid's screen. As the droid's dialogue unfolded, a flurry of activity began to occur back at the FOSB Headquarters.

 

Sitting at a console, a particularly hawkish looking technician punched at a few keys rapidly, his eyes growing wide as he recognized the features displayed on the droid's screen. 

 


"Th-That's A-Admiral Rausgeber... H-He's supposed to be... dead?"

 

A quiet shuffle of feet moved over towards the man, a supervisory agent leaning in close as he scanned the screen in front of the tech. An expression of disbelief crossed his features, his hands immediately reaching for a comm device. He tapped his finger on the desk, words struggling to fall free of his open mouth.

 

"Get this recording uploaded to the Moff Council - immediately, and alert Supreme Commander Asharad Graush. He'll want to know. Oh! And get a line to Moff Calgar, he'll want to know about this."

 

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An shrill chirp would sound from the droid, a communication cutting through to the agents on site via an encrypted channel.

 

:: This is Moff Calgar - detain that droid at all costs. I will be on site in five minutes. ::

 

Truthfully, it would have been the job for the FOSB, but they were already there - and he had his own reasons for taking personal interest in this endeavor. If it truly was the conciousness of Admiral Rausgeber, there were things he needed to know, things he could use to his advantage in the coming days. It helped to have an ear to the ground, and hired eyes and ears everywhere.

 

 

The Major | Ezra Klev | Robogeber | Emilia Ravel | Ignatius Rausgeber




#1661488 Everything's Better, Down Where It's Wetter | First Order Dominion of...

Posted by Dante Calgar on 30 October 2017 - 09:47 AM

After taking a deep breath and shotgunning what remained of his near scalding coffee, Dante moved swiftly through the corridors of the ship. Having shed his jacket at the door, he now presented an entirely different visage. He'd made way to his assigned quarters and quickly donned the Moff's standard fare - a dark uniform, complete with gloves. It carried the badge identifying him as a Moff, though it was likely there wasn't a soul in the First Order's domain that wouldn't recognize him. Brushing the front of his uniform briefly, he stopped short in front of the designated conference room. He could hear low conversation within - though this time he wasn't late. He had allowed himself to be preoccupied over the last few of the Grand Moff's "Meetings of the Council" but as this particular meeting was to include those outside of the official channels. He made a fairly quiet entrance, slipping the door closed behind him, noting that the Deputy Director had arrived before him and carefully scanning the seats around the table. 

 

Footsteps bringing him to the open chair, he took a seat. The faces around him he knew, most he was familiar with though not due to any sort of interaction. Profiles and data files, and while most of the others seated at the table were somehow intertwined with the First Order, a new face was seated nearby - Alec Sienar. A powerful investor to be sure, however it was almost assumed - the First Order had many needs and a man at the head of a company that could provide them with it, well, that seemed to speak for itself. Given the status of several ongoing projects, Dante made a mental note to speak with the man about a few things - though here was not the place. As he adjusted his posture and placed the small file folder upon the table in front of him, the Natasi Fortan herself began to speak. His eyes fell to the display, the model city a technological marvel to be certain, however security for such a city not only in construction but ongoing was decidedly not an easy task. Already he could see various structures that defied logic, at least from a security standpoint - but the First Order would do as they would.

 

As the Grand Moff's words came to a close, Dante scanned the room once more. His eyes rest on Kuril Vehn, the Deputy Director of the FOSB for a moment before resuming their scan. Sometimes it was hard to remember his responsibilities were different now, and while he did oversee the FOSB, he wasn't the Director, and so he would 'leave it to the professionals'. The transition wasn't the easiest thing for him, used to taking charge of situations and being responsible for things like internal security, as a Moff and a member of the Moff Council however his responsibilities drew him more and more towards the external considerations and the much larger picture. He wasn't sure he was entirely comfortable, but that was probably a good thing - with comfort came complacency. 

 

 

Emilia Ravel | Natasi Fortan | Alec Sienar | Fiolette Yvarro | Talbot Vitalis | Kuril Vehn




#1657672 Everything's Better, Down Where It's Wetter | First Order Dominion of...

Posted by Dante Calgar on 23 October 2017 - 10:10 AM

Dante nodded politely, taking another sip of the brownish liquid they deigned as coffee - he wasn't so sure. Moff Calgar could agree with that, the Empress of Dosuun was certainly a step up from some of the actual field work, that much was certain. As the woman spoke he noticed a quiet entry to the room in his peripherals evidenced by a shuffle of movement by the staff in the room, though he kept his eyes on Ms. Ravel. As Director Vehn materialized he raised an eyebrow and took a half step to the side.

 

"Deputy Director Vehn." He said with a nod and a motion of his head. "Care for some... coffee?"

 

Under normal circumstances the Moff's place would be socializing with the elite of First Order society, likely securing himself allies, creating contacts, establishing himself among his peers - it was all so boring really. The transition from his previous position to that of Moff had certainly taken some getting used to, not only the operational side of things but also the way things worked in Avalonia. That was one thing that hadn't changed however, he felt at home here with the other agents. Each one an individual but they all had similar experiences, and they all understood the importance of their jobs, especially here. If all proved correct, it would be an uneventful endeavor, however stranger things had been known to happen. He offered the Deputy Director his free hand as his switched the coffee cup to his left.

 

"Hope I'm not intruding - this is your show after all. As long as all your agents are of the same cloth of Ms. Ravel here, we're in good hands."

 

 

Emilia Ravel | Natasi Fortan | Alec Sienar | Fiolette Yvarro | Talbot Vitalis | Kuril Vehn




#1655958 Everything's Better, Down Where It's Wetter | First Order Dominion of...

Posted by Dante Calgar on 20 October 2017 - 11:14 AM

As the dark brown liquid began to fill his cup, a quiet tune escaping his lips in a soft whistle. Dante reached over, retrieving a lid and securing it, he breathed in deep - something about the smell of the coffee brought him back, back to the deep wilderness of Sump. It wasn't often the memories came to him, but when they did they demanded his attention. Almost absentmindedly he turned, his foot stepping forward before he realized there was someone there. The shock jarred him from the slight daze, his eyes focusing on the figure in front of him. *Female, mid twenties. No more than 5'5''.* It was an almost automatic appraisal of her, but a look of acknowledgement began to spread across his features. Yes, he'd definitely remembered reading through her personnel file - one Emilia Ravel. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as the woman introduced herself. He raised his cup in greeting as he spoke.

 

"Not too much I hope." He narrowed his eyes, smirk turning to a menacing sneer - for a moment. A grin widened across his features as he switched cup hands, extending his towards the woman. "Nice to meet you Ms. Ravel. Cryptolinguist eh?"

 

Eyes darting towards the caf machine he stepped sideways to allow room for the woman to pass. Everyone needed their coffee - especially on a day that had really only just begun. The construction of a city - and not just any city, and underwater city. Security was a headache, not to mention the sheer magnitude of the undertaking. That and there were so many moving parts. Raising the cup to his lips, he sipped slowly. Soon enough he'd be headed to another meeting of the minds, most of the planning had been done already but the Grand Moff had wanted maximum participation from her council - it was that which had drawn him away from his other endeavors. With a casual sigh Dante spoke again.

 

"So, how long you been with the Bureau? First major assignment?

 

 

Emilia Ravel | Natasi Fortan | Alec Sienar | Fiolette Yvarro | Talbot Vitalis | Kuril Vehn