Faction The Endless | Agents of Chaos | The Wild Hunt

[Madalena Antares]

Hanna Jai'galaar Gred Herah Ingrid L'lerim The Bridesmaid Nerium Judd Hunter
OOC Note: Madalena looks normal right now, not like in her avatar.

"We are not wealthy at present," Madalena sighed, and returned to her seat. "The rumors will be spreading soon enough, so you may as well be told from a first hand source. A short time ago, we discovered that we have been conned out of billions of credits. Credits that were meant for construction, maintenance, imports… The whole deal." Before anyone could protest, she raised a hand, "Your salaries are safe, your homes are safe, and nothing should be noted as different for the next quarter and a half, if we take no action. But we are taking action. The Coins are handling it and you may all receive related missions to this little bump on our road."

And there that was. That would be the reason some of them would soon enough be going on a medical raid near Silver borders. But she didn't want to speak of those missions right there and then. There would be enough time to go over these.

But that did not answer Hanna's question. She wanted… No. Madalena looked at her for a moment. She needed to know. The Bridesmaid had the right of it. Madalena had always had a good feeling about the woman, even when they'd just met on some little planet in the Unknown Regions, so many months ago.

"There will always be people who will turn for money," she admitted, "But there are people for whom money will not be enough. Even with all the money of the Confederacy that you have mentioned, how many have turned from us to them? None, so far. The same cannot be said the other way around. But that is not to say these exchange rates will never change. There's a certain amount that we expect, that we will always expect. It's up to us to minimize our losses when that happens, but you must remember that money is far from being the only motivator to change one's banners."

Clapping her hands once, she looked over all those that were in the room.

Even without the small financial situation they had going right now, they all had a lot that needed to be done, and almost all of it sooner rather than later.

"So unless anyone has anything to add, I propose we end this meeting. Go home, relax, hit a bar, and tomorrow we'll be meeting individually to discuss plans and goals. I've also dedicated a lounge specifically for the Aspects down in the tunnels beneath Eve. It's safe, it's secure, and it doesn't show up on sensors. You'll be given the exact coordinates tomorrow."

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Ingrid L’lerim / Valeria Ragal / The Red Witch
The Red Witch; Emperor's right hand; Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard, Agent of Chaos / The Wild Hunt​

Location: The Tower, Scintilla
Equipment: AoC light armor | Black blade lightsaber | Red blade lightsaber shoto
Tag(s): Madalena Antares | Hanna | Jai'galaar Gred | Herah | The Bridesmaid | Nerium | Judd Hunter

Even luckily she didn’t see the helmet under her face, otherwise the endless contempt and disgust she felt in Hanna's direction after the woman's words would have been visible. She actually turned her head to the question of what she was looking for here. Of course she knows the answer perfectly.

”What if you didn’t generalize everyone?” she asked ice cold from Hanna without anger.. ”I don't care about money at all! I’m here to help a friend and her faction!”

It was loyalty that brought her here and kept her here, what was very, very difficult to earn in her case. And most importantly, he was not a mercenary, never was. But she did not say this out loud. She got up from the table and went to the window to look out. After that, she wasn't really in the mood for a briefing anymore. She had quite a few things at home that were more important than listening to the whining of silly children.

She didn't seem to be the only one in this opinion; she nodded at Madalena’s opinion. She was not angry or nervous - as usual - she just felt unnecessary wasting her valuable time. Her movement and posture also revealed exactly this icy stiffness. If the meeting was really over, she left speechless, and in her living quarters he arranged her affairs, meditated, and then looked forward to the next meeting tomorrow.

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[Sasmay Cull]

LOCATION: The Tower, Scintilla
WIELDING: 4 Whimsy Knives, 1 Nastirci Combat Knife, 2 HG-88 ‘Big Iron’ Hand Cannons -(One is outfitted with Glitter Bullets), 1 R12 LMG, Half a belt (3) of Chaos Gas grenades, Half a belt (3) of Elemental Grenades
WEARING: Phase II Haywire Armor with helmet(No stabilizer mask) on top of UL-13 Corporis Skin Suit with no helmet
TAGS: Madalena Antares | Hanna | Jai'galaar Gred | Herah | The Bridesmaid | Nerium | Judd Hunter | Ingrid L'lerim

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Her helmet was left in her , kneeling against the wall in the ground floor of the Tower. Her hands closing and opening slowly as she watched people leave. She gave them all a nod as they left, the strange gathering of people making her furrow her brow. An odd assortment to gather in one room, but then again this was an odd group. Everyone meshed in a strange, dysfunctional sort of way. At least in the end they did.

The Phase II armor had come off the line, hot and ready with a few people lining up to test it out. Sasmay being one of the first upon catching wind of the design being made. It was bit bulkier than she had originally liked, but the plating felt good. Enough holes had been burnt into various Phase I suits that she was rather keen on taking something with a bit more, substance.

She had been late coming here. The eggheads behind the armor keeping her longer than she wanted to make sure it was fitted. More than once turning a glaring gaze to someone taking a keen eye to the fit in certain places. With what felt like forever, she was allowed to leave, the pink eyed engineer giving her an apologetic look before giving her the peace sign on the way out.

She pushed the thought aside as she was told to head up to Madalena Antares office. The ride up was not nearly long enough for her liking, not rightly nerves assailing her as she moved automatically before standing in the woman's doorway. A rapping on the inner door announced her, brow rising in silent question to the woman behind the desk.

"Late, sorry. New armor, engineers wanted feedback." She hedged, standing stiff for a moment. She likely looked silly with her full kit on her, but the fethin nutters wanted to make sure it held up with a load out. So there she stood, looking the better part ready for war with a half-dazed look on her face.