Memphis Mallix
Babies don't sleep better than this.
[SIZE=11pt]By the end of the week, Memphis was sitting in the office of the CEO of the Ganrite Yards of Elrood, across the desk from the CEO himself who looked as though he's just come back from a losing battle. Bandages wrapped around the top of the middle-aged man's head, a reminder of what had happened just days before and where'd been when the world literally crashed all around him. In the dark recesses of the man's iris', Memphis could almost see the carnage replaying in slow motion: A thundering explosion above, then massive pieces of sheered and searing metal raining down upon the men and women he had surrounded himself with. A piece had caught him as he'd looked up, the debris nearly killing him but instead only knocking him unconscious. So many others were not so lucky; So close to the ground the ship had been that it's wreckage literally carved a swath through the onlookers that left gore and blood and that was still being cleaned up.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]A transmission was broadcast only moments after the attack and was received nearly planetwide, depicting the heinous act of terrorism itself on repeat while a voice denounced corporatism and worshipping the false idol of credits as opposed to fighting for the good of the Galaxy and the prospering of its people. Avery Severt, the very same man who now sat before Memphis bandaged and broken, was called out by name on the transmission as the leader of the morally corrupt Oligarchy on Elrood, and the terrorists threatened his life specifically as their next move in the puzzle.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Was he quaking? Memphis couldn't really tell, the bandages obscured most of his facial features and the parts that did poke through told little if anything about his mental state.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"Mr Mallix, thank you for coming on such short notice, as I believe my assistant told you, we are in very dire circumstances at the moment,"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] He gestured to a man that stood a few feet away, tapping away at holopad that he'd seemed to be glued to since the meeting had begun. Anton Markell had been Avery's personal assistant for nearly two years now, they'd developed a fairly well-knit bond between themselves and as much as Avery relied on Anton, Anton seemed to rely on Avery as well. A symbiosis of the workplace. At the words spoken, Memphis simply stared, eyes boring into the soft and fleshy counterpart before him. It seemed to give Avery some nerves.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"As I'm sure you're well aware, my company was attacked, brazenly, just four days ago. The attack was,"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] He paused to sigh and the Mandalorian across the desk caught the slightest bit of fear etched across his face. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]"Horrific...to say the least. Many were killed; associates, colleagues, even friends, all lost their lives in the senseless violence that took place. Even I was not unscathed in the occurrence,"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] With a gesture of his hand he indicated to the bandage wrapped features upon his skull. Memphis moved his head the slightest bit in the affirmative, Avery continued.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"Why I've called you here today is for a contract, I'm sure Anton explained as much in his message to you. The contract would be personal security for me and my family for as long as these terrorists threaten our lives. I would ask too, that you help in any future raids on known terrorist havens on Elrood, and that you oversee the security measures for all future events to be held by the Yards of Elrood. I understand that you hold yourself to a system of standards and estimates, and so for your services I am willing to offer you straight market value,"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] He'd stopped talking to try and read his mercenary counterpart, the heavy set Mandalorian seemingly more robotic than human in the almost comically tight office chair that he'd managed to squeeze himself into. There were no tells that Avery could see, no read that gave a hint as to what this villain had on his mind, but Avery knew that credits spoke wonders.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"Mr Severt,"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] Memphis began, his eyes boring down upon the man who sat ever so slightly higher than himself. He learned forward in the chair, his cybernetic arms resting gingerly upon the knees of his pants, a fairly threadbare suit keeping the majority of his secrets under wraps for the business meeting. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]"Your offer is good, but I wish to add a clause to it,"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] Avery seemed to frown but the bandages obscured part of it. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]"I design ships. It's my hobby and my passion. I want to use your yards to produce the prototypes for a number of my ships,"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Outsider tech designs were not uncommon amongst the Ganrite Yards of Elrood. Frequently designers came to test their designs or manufacture limited edition runs of their ships, contracting The Yards out for their time, efforts, and materials. But to add it to a clause for a security company? That seemed almost ludicrous to Avery, and he opened his mouth partially to explain why, stopping on the cusp of speaking when Memphis rose a single metallic finger and his eyes dipped closed behind it.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"Before you deny me, Mr Severt, know that I am a wolf and that I am a killer of man. These criminals that come for you are wolves as well, I've dealt with their likes in my time amongst the stars,"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] His eyes fluttered open, a cacophony of screams and terror emerging from his brilliant hazel orbs and fixing upon Avery who sat rapt and unblinking. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]"They will die at my orders. We will flush them out and run them down and then you will return to your life. Safe, with your family, and you will never have to think of my face again,"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] There was another almost unnoticed nod of his head as Memphis breathed deeply and seemed to growl under his breath. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]"Mmm"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Avery for his part seemed stunned. The sheer volatility he felt resonating from the chair before him made the CEO feel small and weak. Indeed, physically compared to the gruff mercenary there was no contest in who would kill who. The real question was if two men of equal stature were in the same room together, would Memphis come out on top? Avery thought very much that he would. There were a few seconds where Mr Severt seemed to contemplate Memphis' words, toss them around in his lootbox cranium and run through the numbers of what all this might entail. Finally, he nodded his head.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"I think we can make something work. I'd like to see the designs you have before we begin manufacturing, and I can't guarantee that there won't be additional costs accrued from their construction,"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] There was a shooting glance from Memphis who had been observing the passive assistant in the corner. Avery felt his blood turn cold. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]"Of course I'll make every effort to soak them into our deal, I'm sure that the board will have no problems with it, hell I'll even front the bills myself if I have to,"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] A hint of a smirk played at the corners of the mercenary's eyes, though his lips remained fixed in a straight line grimace. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]"I hope you and your men are as good as I have come to believe,"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] The words seemed to snap something that was holding Memphis' head upright, and now it was almost bobbing as his eyes seemed to run circuits across the flooring.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"You will see...Mr Severt,"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]A transmission was broadcast only moments after the attack and was received nearly planetwide, depicting the heinous act of terrorism itself on repeat while a voice denounced corporatism and worshipping the false idol of credits as opposed to fighting for the good of the Galaxy and the prospering of its people. Avery Severt, the very same man who now sat before Memphis bandaged and broken, was called out by name on the transmission as the leader of the morally corrupt Oligarchy on Elrood, and the terrorists threatened his life specifically as their next move in the puzzle.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Was he quaking? Memphis couldn't really tell, the bandages obscured most of his facial features and the parts that did poke through told little if anything about his mental state.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"Mr Mallix, thank you for coming on such short notice, as I believe my assistant told you, we are in very dire circumstances at the moment,"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] He gestured to a man that stood a few feet away, tapping away at holopad that he'd seemed to be glued to since the meeting had begun. Anton Markell had been Avery's personal assistant for nearly two years now, they'd developed a fairly well-knit bond between themselves and as much as Avery relied on Anton, Anton seemed to rely on Avery as well. A symbiosis of the workplace. At the words spoken, Memphis simply stared, eyes boring into the soft and fleshy counterpart before him. It seemed to give Avery some nerves.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"As I'm sure you're well aware, my company was attacked, brazenly, just four days ago. The attack was,"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] He paused to sigh and the Mandalorian across the desk caught the slightest bit of fear etched across his face. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]"Horrific...to say the least. Many were killed; associates, colleagues, even friends, all lost their lives in the senseless violence that took place. Even I was not unscathed in the occurrence,"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] With a gesture of his hand he indicated to the bandage wrapped features upon his skull. Memphis moved his head the slightest bit in the affirmative, Avery continued.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"Why I've called you here today is for a contract, I'm sure Anton explained as much in his message to you. The contract would be personal security for me and my family for as long as these terrorists threaten our lives. I would ask too, that you help in any future raids on known terrorist havens on Elrood, and that you oversee the security measures for all future events to be held by the Yards of Elrood. I understand that you hold yourself to a system of standards and estimates, and so for your services I am willing to offer you straight market value,"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] He'd stopped talking to try and read his mercenary counterpart, the heavy set Mandalorian seemingly more robotic than human in the almost comically tight office chair that he'd managed to squeeze himself into. There were no tells that Avery could see, no read that gave a hint as to what this villain had on his mind, but Avery knew that credits spoke wonders.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"Mr Severt,"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] Memphis began, his eyes boring down upon the man who sat ever so slightly higher than himself. He learned forward in the chair, his cybernetic arms resting gingerly upon the knees of his pants, a fairly threadbare suit keeping the majority of his secrets under wraps for the business meeting. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]"Your offer is good, but I wish to add a clause to it,"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] Avery seemed to frown but the bandages obscured part of it. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]"I design ships. It's my hobby and my passion. I want to use your yards to produce the prototypes for a number of my ships,"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Outsider tech designs were not uncommon amongst the Ganrite Yards of Elrood. Frequently designers came to test their designs or manufacture limited edition runs of their ships, contracting The Yards out for their time, efforts, and materials. But to add it to a clause for a security company? That seemed almost ludicrous to Avery, and he opened his mouth partially to explain why, stopping on the cusp of speaking when Memphis rose a single metallic finger and his eyes dipped closed behind it.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"Before you deny me, Mr Severt, know that I am a wolf and that I am a killer of man. These criminals that come for you are wolves as well, I've dealt with their likes in my time amongst the stars,"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] His eyes fluttered open, a cacophony of screams and terror emerging from his brilliant hazel orbs and fixing upon Avery who sat rapt and unblinking. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]"They will die at my orders. We will flush them out and run them down and then you will return to your life. Safe, with your family, and you will never have to think of my face again,"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] There was another almost unnoticed nod of his head as Memphis breathed deeply and seemed to growl under his breath. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]"Mmm"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Avery for his part seemed stunned. The sheer volatility he felt resonating from the chair before him made the CEO feel small and weak. Indeed, physically compared to the gruff mercenary there was no contest in who would kill who. The real question was if two men of equal stature were in the same room together, would Memphis come out on top? Avery thought very much that he would. There were a few seconds where Mr Severt seemed to contemplate Memphis' words, toss them around in his lootbox cranium and run through the numbers of what all this might entail. Finally, he nodded his head.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"I think we can make something work. I'd like to see the designs you have before we begin manufacturing, and I can't guarantee that there won't be additional costs accrued from their construction,"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] There was a shooting glance from Memphis who had been observing the passive assistant in the corner. Avery felt his blood turn cold. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]"Of course I'll make every effort to soak them into our deal, I'm sure that the board will have no problems with it, hell I'll even front the bills myself if I have to,"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] A hint of a smirk played at the corners of the mercenary's eyes, though his lips remained fixed in a straight line grimace. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]"I hope you and your men are as good as I have come to believe,"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] The words seemed to snap something that was holding Memphis' head upright, and now it was almost bobbing as his eyes seemed to run circuits across the flooring.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"You will see...Mr Severt,"[/SIZE]
