Private The waiting room

[Anja Rydder]

Location: Outside the office of Hargo Zur
Objectives: Wait for her appointment
Tags: Marcella Fiora Hargo Zur

The Zelteon Inspector-General of C-BoP had an appointment to discuss mutual security arrangements with Hargo Zur, the local corpsec district commander, she had come a little early to the appointment but this was her second attempt to have this meeting. The first meeting had been postponed due to security commitments. With the terrorist attack recently and the boldness of some of the criminal elements, she couldnt blame the Devaronian for standing her up last time, she was Corpsec too, she knew how it was.

Anja sat reading a holonovel on her data slate and absent mindely playing with her long purple hair. She was currently alone in the waiting room so hummed to herself as she read. The waiting room was very well appointed, as befitted a high ranking officer in Corpsec, but still had that hardness too it that reminded you you were in an official building. She reached down and picked up her caf as she waited, she could hear footsteps coming down the corridor outside and wondered if it Hargo or someone else.​

 

[Marcella Fiora]

M A R C E L L A⠀ F I O R A

'End User'​

Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

Marcy's MS Apparel Debutante Collection heels could be heard from far down the corridor, commanding authority and exuding confidence as CorpSec

Detectives, Deputies & Captains veered out of her way in fear of their jobs~ not because of Marcella herself but who she represented- The DireX.

Though this meeting wasn't to be a particularly pleasant one, for Marcy' was pissed. Pissed at CorpSec for allowing a collection of teenage terrorists to steal a variety of high-end, high-value equipment from one of her Fiora Corp. warehouses.

"Is he in?!" she gazed at the stranger sat in the District Commander's waiting room, walking straight past her and banging on his door rather loudly, "COMMANDER?!" she shouted at the door in an attempt to draw him out.

After a few paces, Marcy' took a seat in frustration directly opposite Anja Rydder , "got a bone to pick too, or are you 'consulting' him on the best way to be crap at his job?" she scowled at the Inspector-General, fully aware of her identity thanks to her high position within CorpSec and her work with the DireX board..

Anja Rydder , Hargo Zur

 

[Anja Rydder]

Location: Outside the office of Hargo Zur
Objectives: Wait for her appointment
Tags: Marcella Fiora Hargo Zur

Anja's attention was quickly drawn to the well dressed woman who stormed into the waiting room and started hammering on the door of Hargo Zur and she looked up from her novel. A quick glance was enough for the Zeltron to know who this was, she didnt need her implant to run facials this time, and DireX clearance was the one level she didn't have, even in her role as Inspector General, so she doubted she would get more than a name.

"He's not in there Ms. Fiora, I suspect he has been held up again." Her next comment caused Anja to have to suppress a little smirk, she liked Hargo, but there was always just a touch of healthy professional competition between the two branches. "No, just a run of the mill opsec meeting for me, I'm fairly certain he can manage to do a crap job all by himself." She respected the man enough to know he was doing the best he could with a tough beat, but she could read the room and it was best to play along. "I am intruiged what he might have done to have DireX beating on his door."

It wasn't her place to ask, so she wouldn't, but she would certainly seed the conversation to allow the human opposite her to reveal it herself. Her implant had started bringing up relevant files into her consciousness in case she wanted them, one of them referenced a corpsec call out to one of Ms. Fiora's properties recently, but with the amount of crime on Denon, call outs were not uncommon so it went unnoticed for now.​

 

[Hargo Zur]

"I don't care what it takes, Zur. You've been given all the tools available, and every opportunity to capitalize on the circumstances."

"Commissioner, I delivered the body of one of the terrorists, as promised. Doc Painless did not just fall into our laps; and if Sarvod Dravis hadn't thought on his feet-"

"Terassi delivered the body of the terrorist, Zur. Not you."

The Zabrak clenched his jaw so tightly, the bones creaked.

"Under my orders, yes sir, he did. I placed the call requesting his presence, and empowered Globex to engage at-will."

"In that case, perhaps we'd be better off requesting The Red Hand the next time there's a terror attack in your district. Considering they've been more successful at delivering results."

Zur resisted the urge to bite his own tongue. His needle teeth would have severed the flesh immediately, and he would have regretted it.

"No. Sir. That won't be necessary."

"Then bring me a living, breathing suspect, Zur. Not excuses."

click

Hargo slowly reached out and depressed the button on the comm-unit before leaning back in his chair. His sparsely-decorated office was empty & quiet as the Commander sat still, gazing up at the ceiling for a moment as his twin heartbeats slowed. The momentary rush of adrenaline brought on by a flood of anger faded quickly as he focused on his breathing.

Silently, he wished - for the hundredth time in the past two weeks - that he had an opportunity for a vacation... but it was a pipe dream. Zur was just as trapped by his position as the Discretes were in theirs. The fact that their positions in life were similar was not lost on him, but he had a job to do... and he'd continue to do it, even when he was being questioned, second-guessed, and doubted by those above, below, and all around him.

His thoughts were immediately interrupted by a sudden cacophonous bang - bang - bang upon the closed door directly across from his desk. The accompanying female voice, barely audible through the impressive sound suppression built into the walls of his office, still told him everything he needed to know. A sudden realization dawned on him like an impact hammer crashing down on his skull: his meeting with Anja Rydder , the Inspector-General of C-BOP, had been scheduled to begin nearly thirty minutes ago, and he'd entirely forgotten.

With a sigh, Zur reached out and depressed a button on his desk which would disengage the lock & send the door sliding into the wall with a whoosh.

"My apologies, Ms. Ryder, I was speaking wit-" The words, 'The Commissioner' died on his lips, and he paused - glimpsing through the open door that the woman standing opposite him was not, in fact, whom he'd expected. Hargo stood up immediately, causing his chair to slide backward so quickly that it bumped into the thick glass window directly behind him. He leaned forward, both hands on the top of his desk, as he leveraged himself to his feet; greeting the representative from the DireX with the expected formalities.

"Ms. Fiora." He said, eyebrows narrowing. "It's not often I receive a representative from Moonveil Incorporated in my office. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Ironically, he suspected he already knew the answer.

Marcella Fiora Anja Rydder

 

[Marcella Fiora]

M A R C E L L A⠀ F I O R A

'End User'​

To her surprise, the District Commander was in his office, as the doors swung open she turned to face the Inspector General, "Why don't you find out, I suppose this involves you too," Anja's polite response was a refreshing change to the general idiocy of CorpSec, still she had a bone to pick however.

"Ah, Mr. Zur~ I'm surprised you're not aware!" she moved into the office, standing behind and placing her hands behind one of the two chairs in-front of his desk, "Is this where my money goes? Where Moonveil's money goes? Where the DireX's money goes? To clueless District Commanders?"

"Don't play coy with me, Commander~ you know full well why I'm here! I'm looking for my half a million credits worth of equipment that you failed to prevent falling into the hands of, I presume, organised thieves, perhaps even that certain terrorist organisation you're always raving on about."

Marcy' took a sharp breath before turning to Anja, "Ms. Rydder.." she couldn't bring herself to be as passive aggressive to the inspector general, she already felt bad and understood that the missing equipment probably didn't make it offworld, "I don't suppose you've anything to say? Are you certain my products haven't passed through your.. 'ironclad' security networks?"

She paused for now, giving the pair time to respond and herself to cool down a little..

Anja Rydder , Hargo Zur

 

[Anja Rydder]

Location: Outside the office of Hargo Zur
Objectives: Wait for her appointment
Tags: Marcella Fiora Hargo Zur

Well, this ought to be entertaining, the Zeltron woman thought to herself as she put away he pad and took the lead of Marcella Fiora into the now open door of Hargo Zur . "Good afternoon DC Zur" she added, then glanced Marcella, well aware that thwir meeting plans were being disrupted by the DireX representative. As they introduced each other, the very quickly used her implant to update herself on the crime that Marcella was likely referencing too. Small team, lack of video recording, clean entry, large volume of high value securely stored gear stolen.... interesting, she let out a little curious grunt.

"I don't suppose you've anything to say? Are you certain my products haven't passed through your.. 'ironclad' security networks?"

And she was back in the room. "Fascinating case this one, not my jurisdiction, but my thoughts? Too clean for the anti-corporate agitators, they are big on ideas, but the follow through is messy, I'd be looking for something more organised, hmmm, who've we got?" A list of organised gangs that met what her AI extrapolated from the modus operandi flipped in front of her eyes that only she could see, "Well that hardly narrows it down... that's who it is though, organised criminals, not terrorists.

And your guns are still on Denon, if I'm on Beluza and I want a gun, I steal one there, I dont risk it all going ass up because my courier got pulled over by C-BoP. That sound about right DC?"

She laughed and looked at Hargo for confirmation on her theories, in her mind it had the taste of an inside job, but she wouldnt air that particular theory in front of the owner of the company, the woman was smart enough to know that anyway, but a officer casting doubt on the integrity of her staff might just inflame her outrage further.​

 

[Hargo Zur]

The two women entered his office, with Anja Rydder bidding him a pleasant greeting. Zur nodded in her direction, but his attention was wholly focused on Ms. Marcella Fiora as she began to berate him. He stood on the other side of his desk, enduring the barrage of insults as the DireX Representative continued. His face remained impassive - a placid mask.

"Don't play coy with me, Commander~ you know full well why I'm here! I'm looking for my half a million credits worth of equipment that you failed to prevent falling into the hands of, I presume, organised thieves, perhaps even that certain terrorist organisation you're always raving on about."

As she continued, Zur reached behind him - retrieving his chair and replacing it in-front of his desk, where he could take his seat again. He moved slowly... evaluating every motion inch by inch. As he sat back down, he closed his eyes - finding some solace in the blackness behind his eyelids before he was forced to re-open them and look up at the Corpo.

Slowly, he interlaced his fingers in-front of him on his desk, making direct eye-contact with the woman but saying nothing immediately to defend himself.

Embarrasingly, Ms. Fiora then turned her attention toward Denon's C-BOP Administrator; lashing out at the Zeltron in a similar manner. Zur was familiar with these kinds of tantrums, and knew (from experience) that saying anything before the Executive had finished her rant would only bring more trouble. He only broke eye-contact with Marcella when Ms. Rydder answered; glancing toward his Counterpart.

"Well that hardly narrows it down... that's who it is though, organised criminals, not terrorists.

And your guns are still on Denon, if I'm on Beluza and I want a gun, I steal one there, I dont risk it all going ass up because my courier got pulled over by C-BoP. That sound about right DC?"

"I concur." He answered, looking back toward the woman standing over him. "I understand that you're upset, Ms. Fiora - but I would remind you that you are in my office, and while you may not agree with my methods, the DireX have placed me in-charge of this District and I will be shown respect. You are wrong about one thing - I do have information, regarding your stolen equipment. I'll allow my deputy to elaborate, as now is as good a time as any."

Still moving in a measured, cautious manner, he reached out - depressing a button on a small comm-unit. A female voice answered, to-which Zur responded:

"Do apologize to Deputy Gorian that I've kept him waiting for so long. Tell him I'll see him now."

Then, he released the button, re-laced his fingers together, and slowly turned his head to make direct eye-contact - again - with the Corpo.

The look in his eyes said everything that his voice couldn't. A wordless challenge, and a subtle sense of satisfaction, knowing that he was about to win the argument without a shot being fired.

A side-door located on the left side of the room slid open with a whoosh.

"Ms. Fiora, Ms. Rydder, allow me to introduce one of my Deputies, who was present on Denon during the raids District 7 undertook in the aftermath of the terrorist attack. Deputy Gorian, this is Miss Marcella Fiora, a representative of the DireX, and Miss Anja Rydder, Inspector General of Customs & Border Patrol. I do apologize for the wait. I've read your report, but please - if you would - explain what your investigation found."

Samuel Exel​

 

[Samuel Exel]

The soft sound of armor plates made itself audible alongside the booted footfalls against the floor. All manner of armament adorned his person, from the carbine always slung around his shoulder to the hefty bolas that clung to his hip from his belt. That was not to mention the very armor that he encased himself with. It had been a busy and profitable work-week. Someone other than him would be hard-pressed to multi-task all the jobs he had, but such a thing was where the Bounty Hunter excelled.

Samuel Exel, known merely by the alias of ‘Gorian,’ temporarily deputized in the wake of the Lockdown, had been waiting to give the report for a while. Going through customs was more annoying than he liked. Heard some vague sounds of shouting from within the office, what he assumed to be an earful over the District 7 fiasco. Not his problem. And yet, not long after, an assistant waved him on through, and a door slid open. In his off-hand a datapad was held, and the stark white-and-crimson armor was made apparent as steps entered into the office.

The helm tilted some towards the pair of individuals that were thereafter introduced to him through the District Commander. One of which was known, the other not. “Freelance Law Enforcement, initially contracted through Moonveil Securities.” Came the modulated, impassive voice. A brief introduction given, before he moved on - feeling that was all that needed to be said regarding himself as Hargo had already given the rest of the important information. “It is convenient you are here, Miss Fiora. I believe this matter will be of interest you.” His tone lacked any kind of inflection; a blank slate, much like the visage he bore. Nonetheless, he spoke politely.

With a turn of the visor that glinted dimly with the reflection of the lights above, he set down the datapad on the desk of the District Commander - a requisition form - where he was then prompted for a repeat of the operational report. “The detachment I was with was sent to investigate a string of Warehouses on the edge of Baker’s Row, for suspected criminal activities. These suspicions were well-founded, and several storage sites were uncovered. It is believed that it was a weapons racket.” Once more, his gaze peered towards Marcella. “Among recovered cargo are verifiable Moonveil Incorporated assets - either stolen by the suspects, or otherwise procured through dealing. Most, if not all associated, were brought in for interrogation. All have denied knowing anything, and any affiliation with any particular group.” And with another swivel of the helm, it returned to rest on the Zabrak. “You would have to speak with your men for any progress. I have come to ensure the property returns to its rightful place - of which its owners will no doubt appreciate.” He was, after all, a Bounty Hunter. While most experienced ones were silent, or crass even, his work-ethic was typically of a professionalism that would see him distinguished from most, able to work to all clients' benefit. He’d been hired to bring in suspects, ensure the interests of the company and those who hire it. Not interrogate folk. Yet.

Hargo Zur Marcella Fiora Anja Rydder