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After a brief pause, Naiko continued, "I'm aligned with a small branch of Zephyr and non-Zephyr researchers with a common goal, the betterment of our society. While I might not represent Zephyr's interest in this matter, I have accompanied your efforts to rebuild, to protect and to teach and our group finds them very noble of you. We understand that you wish to stay neutral in the endeavours to defend Fairhaven against the menace that is the order and we understand if you refuse our aid because of our affiliation. | After a brief pause, Naiko continued, "I'm aligned with a small branch of Zephyr and non-Zephyr researchers with a common goal, the betterment of our society. While I might not represent Zephyr's interest in this matter, I have accompanied your efforts to rebuild, to protect and to teach and our group finds them very noble of you. We understand that you wish to stay neutral in the endeavours to defend Fairhaven against the menace that is the order and we understand if you refuse our aid because of our affiliation. | ||
− | One of the kitsune's many drones twitch before Naiko catches her breath and adds on "...However, the goal we have in mind is simply to not have them have a chance in crushing what all of you have built so far. With or without the Z."</div><br> <br><div title="Narwen">"Neutral place my ass," Narwen mutters when Sabella makes his speech; the skunk's shorts do indeed show signs of minor shotgun damage. He listens quietly through the introductions, then speaks up when his turn comes. "Narwen, Skunk Beast Technologies. I get contracts from Zephyr but not marching orders." He pauses a beat. "And how 'bout you, Mr Sabella? You have any benefactors?"</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">Noting she should probably take a seat somewhere, Firecracker looks about for a few seconds before flying over and up in order to perch atop Otto's head. She spins about to face the rest of the group then plops her rump right on down. After a little squirm to adjust her booty into a more comfortable position, and perhaps for another reason, she raises a foreleg up in a wave and greeting. "Hiya peoples! I'm Firecracker! I like Pina Coladas and dancing in the rain, I'm into yoga, and I'm pretty sure I have half a brain!" She pauses a moment to think about that statement, then nods to herself in approval of the words. "Yeah! Definitely. Oh uh, what else, I really like cooking and then eating the cooking and I'mma pegasusus and I live in room sixteen one eighty nine in the big ol' Z tower and I can do this!" As she finishes speaking, she closes her mouth and pushes her tongue out, which lengthens pretty abnormally far out of her mouth. Her golden eyes cross as she focuses on its tip, curling upwards and bending backwards upon itself until it makes contact with the end of her little nosey. "Tuh daaaah~!" she announces with a flourish of forehooves and wings, tongue still attached to her snout before it retracts back into her mouth where it belongs.</div> | + | One of the kitsune's many drones twitch before Naiko catches her breath and adds on "...However, the goal we have in mind is simply to not have them have a chance in crushing what all of you have built so far. With or without the Z."</div><br> <br><div title="Narwen">"Neutral place my ass," Narwen mutters when Sabella makes his speech; the skunk's shorts do indeed show signs of minor shotgun damage. He listens quietly through the introductions, then speaks up when his turn comes. "Narwen, Skunk Beast Technologies. I get contracts from Zephyr but not marching orders." He pauses a beat. "And how 'bout you, Mr Sabella? You have any benefactors?"</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">Noting she should probably take a seat somewhere, Firecracker looks about for a few seconds before flying over and up in order to perch atop Otto's head. She spins about to face the rest of the group then plops her rump right on down. After a little squirm to adjust her booty into a more comfortable position, and perhaps for another reason, she raises a foreleg up in a wave and greeting. "Hiya peoples! I'm Firecracker! I like Pina Coladas and dancing in the rain, I'm into yoga, and I'm pretty sure I have half a brain!" She pauses a moment to think about that statement, then nods to herself in approval of the words. "Yeah! Definitely. Oh uh, what else, I really like cooking and then eating the cooking and I'mma pegasusus and I live in room sixteen one eighty nine in the big ol' Z tower and I can do this!" As she finishes speaking, she closes her mouth and pushes her tongue out, which lengthens pretty abnormally far out of her mouth. Her golden eyes cross as she focuses on its tip, curling upwards and bending backwards upon itself until it makes contact with the end of her little nosey. "Tuh daaaah~!" she announces with a flourish of forehooves and wings, tongue still attached to her snout before it retracts back into her mouth where it belongs.</div><br> <br><div title="Aaron">Aaron hurries into the room and takes the first convenient seat she can find, panting softly. "Aaron." she breathes, her introduction short and to-the-point, though many in the room already know her. "Sorry I'm late. Ah...currently affiliated with me, myself and I, though Cat Town has made overtures to helping me out. No real benefactors to speak of. I mostly just want to help out as best as I can, using the Maison and my two best buddies, Lefty and Righty." She holds up one fist, then the other. "Though I'm happy to offer more help, if I can. This is way overdue." So many people here...she quietly wonders to herself if she'll get lost in the shuffle! "Oh, and the OWO can kiss my ample butt." There, just for effect. And yet...Narwen has a good question, so she perks her ears for the answer.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">"Call me Phos." The panda says, rising to her feet smoothly, purposefully from the table. She adjusts her clothing, to rest more comfortably. "I am part of the aforementioned K9 force, signed on as a tactics specalist. My work primarily has to deal with small-scale, mission-to-mission planning and execution, and large-skill campaign planning. I also work with RSX, as an operative, but this has severely tapered off since I joined the K9s. Largely, I help ensure that any resources that we recieve will be used in the most efficient way possible in the field, with missions that I plan will help maximize the efficiacy of every piece of armor and weaponry provided, and ensure that the officers that use it will go into a mission safely."</div><br> <br><div title="Agent-dark">Agent-dark sits queitly in his chair, he sat there listening to all the introductions. His tail stood stiff and emtionless. He then calmly decided to introduce himself. "I go by the name dark. I lost many things since the begaining of this new world. My real name i have long since abandoned for there is no piont in hanging onto a world that we've lost. I understand, how these people would feel, But Feeling is something that you can't afford to let run your life. If look only at what was lost it will break you. You can wish for things to go back the way things were, but that path contains great evil in its simplicty." He sighs, as he looks down "I'm only here for work to be honest. I have no personal grudge against these men, and thus they will need to be terminated."</div><br> <br><div title="Miru">The room is all a hail of introductions now, most of the people in the crowd are independent crafters, leaders of small groups of independent - some deluded enough to call themselves militias, and various people offering auxiliary services like medical aid. Two stand out from this crowd, a representative of a group of fishers by the name of Guv and a group of a sizeable group of armed survivors who had just arrived from Woodfield, called Shanks. |
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+ | Now it was the time for Sabella's colleagues to introduce themselves. First stood the kemo-usagi boi. "I am Sergeant Carrot." He said in a high pitched voice, earning him a good amount of sniggers which he ignores, "I am the leader of the militia group - Steel Claw, serving Mr. Sabella, and currently one of the main groups standing against the Order." With that he took a seat, allowing a much more intimidating, and muscular, human to stand up. "I am Commander Sanchez. I work with Dr. Long and we have merged our armed followers together to form the Fairhaven Shield. We are the third main group currently holding the line with the K9s and Steel Claw." The human said before sitting down again. | ||
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+ | "Now that this is done..." Sabella says as he grins, "Let us move on to proper business. First, I have no benefactors, unless you count the people who trust me in this city. Otherwise, I find that being the benefactor is a much better position to be in. I like sending people contracts and claim that they are not marching orders." The husky then winked at Narwen. "Needless to say, I have made my opinion clear before. I do not think we need RSX or Z, or even the Prommies, to trouble themselves with our issues. We can definitely supply ourselves. After all, the K9s have secured their own independent crafters, the PIK, right? Point is, why give those corps another hook to attach to us? I say, we have enough independents here that we can hire. Buy from the community and give back to it, and all that jazz." With that said, Sabella sits downs and lets the others discuss the issue. | ||
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+ | The ideas were presented, and Otto chymes in, "I've attended such salvage operations in the past, I know the locations of a few buildings that may interest you. I also keep in touch with the transport technician Zephyr has hired to carry their teams around outside the bubble. Maybe I can do something with that." the hound shrugs. "Which reminds me that we had best secure a mode of transportation. Going on foot would mean a single salvage operation would take days if not longer. Either way, I'm good with my hands and could do something about that if you'd like. There are plenty of parts at the Hell Forge, maybe with the help of the rats I can snag us a working jeep or two. That is, if transport is at all an issue." he raises a brow and casts an inquizitive glance towards the others." | ||
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+ | Once Vari speaks up, he glances her way and speaks his mind "I'd rather we remain independant from the big three. Especially Zephyr. The moment they offer us help, they'll likely consider it a contract and us as their debtors. Just between you and me, I'd rather not have that happen." Though the hound was honest, he spoke a half-truth, his personal beef with the three remaining unspoken. "I feel it best that we keep a low profile such that we can operate more efficiently. If we need to salvage, then we do so, without the enemy or the big three knowing we've got men out there, and not here where they can act if called upon."</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">"My question is, can we get high-quality gear out of our crafters and this salvage? We need weapons that're reliable, efficient, and go 'bang' and not 'click' when you pull the trigger." Phosphorus says, critically, glancing at the salvagers, the crafters, with a raised eyebrow. "Not saying I doubt any of you, but. Some missions are high risk, high reward. A firearm jamming at the wrong moment could spell death for the operator. Bad salvage could lead to bad construction, so it's important that... everyone is careful, I think." She sighs, shaking her head and cracking her fingers. "As for the big three... I'm of the opinion that it'd be best to regard any help they offer with a heavy grain of salt. But, yes, it'd be foolish to reject them outright."</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron didn't have much of an imput at the moment. So for now she just remained silent, ears twitching and turning to face each new speaker in turn. Her eyes though moved about the room, making note of ech and every person's introduction and their opinions as well. The cat taking notes of who was what and who did what. The cat was definitely quick to notice the naughty picture upon the large canine's computer. Having been paying attention to those present in the room. A hand raising up to conceal a smile and a quiet chuckle as well.</div><br> <br><div title="Edel"> "I am always up for salvaging efforts. It's the lifeblood of our trade, after all," Edel says with a nod towards the demon. "As far as corporate help, I do not mind it, but I do agree that it should be limited. We should be proving- Not just to ourselves, but to the populace at large, that we can take care of our own problems. That we can organize well enough to push back against an organization that threatens us in turn. That is why I am here offering the support of me and mine. If it were a corporate interest, I wouldn't be here. But it's a problem for the people, hmm?"</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris shakes his head. "I've never really made or scavenged much more than I need for myself," the tanuki confesses, "There has never been much of a community for me to support so far. But I suppose I am in favor of anything that brings a little peace and order." The tanuki scratches at his expansive belly, then leans forward to listen to the others talk. There was bound to be some opportunity for adventure somewhere in all this politicking.</div><br> <br><div title="Naiko">Naiko didn't seem to care about the militias, judging them rather.. Ineffective, after all, raw force is just going to be met with raw force. Or at least she believes that. Glancing around the crowd of agents introducing themselves and listening to them attentively, after a brief pause, the robotic kitsune stated, "My apologies. I understand you do not wish to create any more hooks with the corporations, especially regarding the contracts and all the numbers. I'm just worried. Worried about what's going to happen to all the beings we've been helping so far. Worried about what might happen to them and their young ones, should we fail. Even I have been teaching them the history of our world and even more topics to them." | ||
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+ | "Perhaps I need to reformulate. What I'm offering is just the occasional extra crate of supplies. No contracts, no hooks. Courtesy of a kitsune with a couple of extra resources which could be put to better use." The robotic kemo kitsune's tails swayed around lightly again as she finally added, before sitting back down on her chair, "That is all, thank you for listening."</div><br> <br><div title="Narwen">Narwen looks squarely back at Sabella "Here's the thing: I don't really understand what you're asking. Do you want us to sell you gear? Give you gear? Make you gear? Who will it go to, and what do they need? What will happen to it after this is all done with? Because here's the other thing: I don't know you. I've never met you. Until a couple weeks ago, I'd never heard of you. Right now there's a crisis an' it's all hands to the barricades, I get that. There's fifty guys I'd send my inventory to in a heartbeat, but you're not one of 'em. Right now you're just a guy looking to -- how did you put it? -- send me a contract." He sighs out through his nose. "Now, the K9s I do know, an' if they say they need help, I'll help. I don't like that they're fighting pitched battles -- not a good way to learn community policing -- but, crisis. But, 'far as I'm concerned, everything goes through them. Their responsibility. Oh, an' one last thing, since it seems I got the floor. You may not like the big three, but you better be talking to 'em. Zephyr and the Promethians live here too, an' RSX was talking about moving here. The absolute last thing we need is a five-way firefight."</div><br> <br><div title="Agent-dark">Agent-dark just sits there listening carefully, waiting for his instructions. His tail remains still and emotionless. His face is a bit cold and emotionless. he isn't going ask many questions on the subject, yet he isn't going to interupt the others either. He taps his foot silently, as he calmly waited.</div><br> <br><div title="Aaron">Aaron draws in a deep breath before speaking. "Well, if you're asking me - and you're not - I think the best answer is actually somewhere in the middle." Rising from her seat, she begins to pace as she elucidates, tail twitching behind her while she ruminates on the possibilities. "Does the new government need to be fundamentally free and not beholden to corporations? Absolutely. That's a basic building block of independence. That said, I don't think we need to cut them out of our lives completely. The real problem hasn't been that the Big Three have been helping is, it's been that we're *reliant* on them. Corporations and for-profit interests need to exist at our pleasure, not vice versa." She sounds rather firm in that belief; it'd be hard to shake her of it. | ||
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+ | A moment is allowed to pass before she addresses all present in a very serious tone. "Just keep in mind that we need to balance liberty and safety. Too little of either is bad for you." Finally, she moves to sit back down, waiting for the reactions of others to her monologue.</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">Firecracker looks down to the doggo under her and responds, "Thanks! I do have a cutie patootie, don't I?" She giggles at her little claim then goes back to listening to the others. When Otto takes out his laptop and reveals a rather lewd picture, the pony is in a rather prime position to get a peek! Her wings extend at her sides with a little *pomf* as she goes "Ooooo!" and then "Awwww," as the image is quickly removed. "He had a cutie patootie too!" she comments before going back to listening. | ||
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+ | As the others go on, she notices a common theme going around the room and realizes this is the wrong kind of party for her, a political party! GASP! "Hey... You guys are all talking about fighting and boooooring stuff! I really don't like hurtin' people or people getting hurt or boring stuff! Lemme know if ya need help with somethin' else that's not that though! I like helping people!" With her offer given, the pegasus hops off Otto's head and back into the air on her wings. Before she goes, she looks over her shoulder to him and adds with a wink and a rump wiggle, "Or if ya wanna do somethin' like what was on your compy." And now that she's done with a second, considerably more lewd offer, she flaps her way towards the exit to depart from this borefest!</div><br> <br><div title="Miru">As the comments come in, the overwhelming support against corporate interest seems to leave the RSX delegation silent, and simmering. "Indeed, indeed! It appears we are in agreement. Besides, the more we salvage, the less the Order gets. After all, it would be foolish for us to think that they are not sending out their expeditions, no? And we will happily accept any donations from independent citizens looking to help us out against the Americanists." The arc demon says with a smile. "In fact, Otto, was it?, does bring up something that I am interested in. I will of course talk about an expedition to secure transports after this meeting." With that, Sal goes silent. | ||
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+ | "That's secondary right now we have a more important issue." Sabella responds as he eyes the crowd, "That is to do with our forces. The Order has the Minutemen, and no matter what you think of them, they are a lot more organized and are not a bunch of fractured groups. We need to do the same. The K9s, Steel Claw, and Fairhaven Shields are our biggest three groups in this fight, but we need all the smaller groups to work with them, and more importantly to have a clear command structure. To that, I propose that Dr. Vari, Sergeant Carrot, and Commander Sanchez act as a military council of sorts to organize a strategy in this fight. With any experts they deem important aiding them in devising their tactics." | ||
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+ | Then Narwen's criticisms are voiced, loudly. To that, the kemo-bunny jumps up stares angrily at Narwen, "How dare you? Mister Sabella has been toiling day and night helping Fairhaven in its time of need, and a corporate-lackey like yourself comes and..." The rabbit boy is stopped by a hand on his shoulder. Sabella grins and pats Carrot before looking at Narwen and grining, "Doctor Narwen, no need for such a heated tone. You do not know me, and you do not trust me. I understand that, but you also need to understand that to me you mostly work for Z, a company that stopped sending representatives the moment they did not get their way. We can both correct that. Clearly, as is our arrangement with the Commercial Association, we will buy our equipment from independent crafters. We are not asking for hand outs, but we will not refuse it. And speaking of which, we will be honored to accept your offer, Aaron. I am not against the existence of corporations. I am simply of the opinion that the less we need them now, the less we will need them later. They can remain as suppliers, but only if it is without strings attached." Sabella then takes a seat, letting others speak. | ||
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+ | Looks like with the support of this number of independent crafters, the new force is now focusing on discussing leadership. Some of the minor 'militia' leaders voice their doubt in being led by the three largest fighting forces for Fairhaven, others voice their wish to join any one of them.</div><br> <br><div title="Vari">During the whole time, Vari has been whispering with Phosphorus. Then she addressed Narwen. "I am glad that you would lend your help to us Narwen. However, you are mistaken if you think we only fight those...'pitched' battley you speak of. As I said, we have our hands in a lot of things now to keep the city safe. This ranges from holding the barricades, to simple crime investigations around the town." She sighs. "And as stated before, I also think that simply disregarding the other corporations is a bad idea. Yet, blincly trusting them is just as bad as well. Especially with some of the higher ups being..." She shook her head again, looking at Dr. Long again, and then at Phos. "At any rate, I would be honored to partake in such a council. And if people decide to support such efforts, then I will make sure this trust won't be disappointed." Her comm unit beeped suddenly. "Well, would you look at that. Something actually came up. I need to excuse me. Phosphorus will speak in my stead now." She stood up, and bowed down. Then she headed to the exit.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus grins as Sabella goes on, about in the way that would be most advantageous to him. He nods lightly as Sabella goes on about one good aspect of scarcety, that if you have more your enemies can't also have more. As his turn to speak comes up he says, "Well I am largely in agreement with you mister Sabella. We will need an organized security force. I would suggest some differences in command structure. Though as we do not have months to debate who should have what position, why, and how elidgability for positions should be determined I would instead like to share a plan I've been working on since the Americanists land grab. To make it brief a raid of their supply cache in their compound. To avoid security leaks I would share the rest only with security personel."</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">"Such idealism." Otto mutters as he listens to Aaron, then sighs and leans forward over his... wait... where was Firecracker? He snaps his glance upwards just in time to see her wiggle her rear and flutter away. Silly pony... though yes, her derrere was quite lovely. Anyway... the hound returns to the matter at hand. | ||
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+ | "So what happens once we do liberate the occupied territories of the Order?" he asks out loud and crosses his legs. "If we do indeed accept Zephyrian aid, they will claim us as their militia and assert their ownership of the land. Do you really want that for us?" he furrows his brows a little "It's not beneath them in my opinion, and remember that Zephyr are very good at manipulating the truth. If we do back out and refuse to play by their rules once all this blows over, they could have us branded as traitors. It's not like they don't have their own forces to use against us, nor are they beneath stabbing their own agents in the backs." the hound sharply hisses, recalling the time Zephyr had lead him and his team right into a trap orchistrated by the Children of Tahoe. | ||
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+ | "I have no interest in payment of any sorts for aid from my group. I know that what you're doing is a good thing for the people and that gaining the upper hand against the order is vital. For one, I would be simply honored to help in any way I can."</div><br> <br><div title="Narwen">Narwen's hackles raise at the rabbit-boi's comments, but he manages to not escalate things further. In the end, he gives Vari a grin. "Don't worry, I know the work you do. 'S why I trust you. Also why I've taken contracts from the K9s, which I guess makes me a police lackey as well as a corporate one. Just... would like you to stay a police force an' not be a part-time army, is all. In an ideal world, with unicorns pooping rainbows an' so on." His smile fades as the discussion turns to how to get the best salvage, and whether a deal could be stuck with the OWO to enable it. "Yeah, I think I heard what I came to hear," he says, scooping up his pack. "Phos, let me know what you need. You can reach me directly or through Razz. Rest of you, stay safe." And with that, he pads out. His exit is spoiled somewhat by the bag search the skunk girl at the exit puts him through.</div><br> <br><div title="Aaron">Aaron doesn't have those long ears just for show. "You're damn right, idealism." she tells Otto, casting him a sidelong glance. "All of this is all well and good, but if we don't remember what we're fighting for or why we're here, all of this is basically meaningless. As for Z, they can claim anything they want. And ultimately, if they decide to go after us, it's not a fight we can avoid. So the answer is to make ourselves impressive and non-threatening enough that fighting us is bad for their profit margin." She pauses a moment to tap her temple. "Remember, they're a corporation. They think with their wallets. If we make ourselves a bad risk for fighting, they won't even consider doing so." | ||
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+ | Aaaaand there's her comm. Taking a quick moment to check it, she utters a quiet, exasperated sigh. "Okay, *most* of us want the same thing. Some of us want to fuck in the maternity ward, as it turns out." Rising to her feet, she makes for the door. "Sorry about this. Maison business. Mr. Sabella, you have my comm info. Stay in touch. All of you, actually; the better we coordinate, the better off we'll be." And with that, she's out!</div><br> <br><div title="Miru">As the room goes back and forth with the talk of corporate support, it appears that the anti-corporate sentiment still holds. Then Vari and Narwen leave the room, and Fenris goes back to his own devices. "Well, Ebreus...I would be surprised if you even knew where that is right no; however, we will be working on a strike to cripple their supply lines...once we actually have a strategy to tackle them. Random strikes will not accomplish much." Sabella says with a nod as he looks around the room. | ||
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+ | As the meeting reaches a lull of activity, Dr. Long stands up again, "So...regardless of help or not from the big three...I still do firmly believe that securing the City Exit as an independent zone is important. Not only will it prevent the Order from cutting us from Cat Town and Hare Town, it will show the populace that we are reasonable and willing to negotiate!" With her call for diplomacy again, the room begins murmuring again.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus can't help but smirk as Sabella doubts his abilities. 'Doubt is understandable. Though some do have the abilities to do what many would doubt is doable.' he telepathically says to Sabella. He looks over the group seated at the table as they seem to just go on with their plans. "Random strikes would be largely inconcequential, as you said, and I don't plan random strikes." he says but does not object to the current plan. He glances over to Otto then returns his attention to the pannel.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">"Surely we'll be regarded as the saints of the world in the midst of bloody war with the Americanists. That's how things work in imagination land, don't they?" Otto sighs deeply and closes his laptop, muttering under his breath. He'd heard enough as well... so he goes silent and covers his face. He was really not good at this, was he? Diplomacy... his vision was marred by bitter memories of betrayal, knife wounds still aching in his back, and a slew of traitor titles slapped onto him by the various organizations he'd turned his back on after bad experiences in missions conducted by them. | ||
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+ | The canine clears his throat and shuffles a touch uncomfortably, before rising from his seat. "Alas, I am needed elsewhere." he announces nonchalantly, before waving farewell and casting Ebreus a hopeful glance on his way out.</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron then gave a small shrug and began to walk towards the exit. The cat having said her piece to everyone present. Now it was just time for the big wigs to decide on a course of action on what to do. Looking up at one of the guards she gave them a large grin before handing them a stack of business cards. "Can you hand these out for me? If you do, first order from GEM is on the house." The kitty giving her best kitten eye look before she to headed off to home, it was getting late in the evening and she did have a shift at the clinic.</div><br> <br><div title="Edel"> "I would appreciate it, too. Since I live near Hare Town, them controlling the exit does cut into my business a bit," Edel says, ears twitching. "It hasn't been a personal bother too much for me and mine- There are other ways in and out of the city, but it does make things a bit more complicated than they need to be. I would be pleased to see it resolved."</div><br> <br><div title="Naiko">The Kitsune wisp accompanying Naiko booped her head a couple of times. The little green spirit ball was apparently trying to tell her something. "Oh?" She whispered, nodding slightly. | ||
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+ | "Hmm.. I agree with Mister Otto. I hardly believe that we can reason with The Order. There were attempts and they were nothing but fruitless. They are too stuck up their brainwashed confederate minded arseh- Ahem.. Heads, to give peace a chance." Spoke Naiko, shaking her head lightly, right before flashing a smirk and adding, "However.. It would be pretty interesting if a certain project I'm working on found its way there should they meet you with hostile intent."</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">"I think... we should try to avoid lethal military action. The members surely aren't all evil -- they were attracted to the cause, and their hearts ache from memories of the old world. That's not unsympathetic. There's... nothing inherently wrong with missing America. I would bet that many of the members... didn't know what they were signing up for." Phosphorus says, sighing and rubbin gher forehead. "I would propose that, yeah, we negotiate, but if that fails, instead of a war that would surely cause scores of deaths, that we cut the snake off at the head. One, two, three precise blows. Then we re-integrate the rest." | ||
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+ | "These people are... extremists. But, having actually toured when the wars in the middle east were still happening, the members aren't entirely unsympathetic. They were, again, attracted to a cause. In that case, they were angry at the americans trampling all about their towns, their cities, our unwillingness to let their culture be itself. Granted, their governments and such had severe issues, but our situation was entirely mishandled. In this case, of the patriots... well, there's a lot to be missed. Their actions are inexcusable, but we can pin that largely on the leaders, the officers. Let us not massacre the people who wanted nothing more than the families they lost in P-Day, the friends, the cities, the life." The panda stands up, slipping her rucksack over her shoulders. "I felt as if that was needed to be said. Many have left already, but... at least still, people heard it." Phosphorus moves to leave, slipping out the door.</div><br> <br><div title="Miru">With everyone's closing thoughts being said. Mr. Sabella stands up. "Well. I thank you all for coming today. This has been most enlightening, and I am sure we will benefit more from our newly found purpose. We will discuss integrating the minor fighting groups in our main forces on a later date. And it appears that a lot of you support Dr. Long's proposal. So we will discuss that as well." He said with a grin as always. "But for now, it is time for all of us to return home and get a hot meal!" | ||
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Latest revision as of 01:05, 17 February 2018
Participants
- Aaron
- Agent-dark
- Cameron
- Ebreus
- Edel
- Fenris
- Firecracker
- Kelly-imber
- Miru
- Naiko
- Narwen
- Otto
- Phosphorus
- Vari
Date
16/2/2018
Log
It was a bit early right now, but that did not stop a stream of individuals from arriving and taking their seats. The table was currently occupied by Dr. Long and a couple others influential militia leaders. Sitting next to Dr. Long was an adorable kemo-usagi boi clad in a military uniform, awww he is playing at being a soldier as well, and the seat next to this rabbit is empty, presumably for Sabella himself.
The rows of seats next to the tables were filled a bit more, with the RSX delegation reserving a corner in the front for themselves. There is even a single Prommie master with two handlers there. Zephyr on the other hand did not bring anyone, not even an offer to sell weapons, odd.As most of the invited guests arrived, some guards were sent to the main entrance to stem the tide and ensure that no curious souls wandered into the library right now.
There was a bit of increased now as various groups talked among themselves in preparation for the main event.Ah, there she was. Seven hells, Otto wanted to talk up Phosphorus, but every time he seems to make an attempt at forming some sort of a connection, someone gets shot or something blows up. T'was a conspiracy!
Crazy ideas side, he flashes the other Hellhound a smile, preferring to keep his voice down for now. Armed with a few new tools, Otto kept most of them hidden away, though he was eager to put them to the test. So... why not tempt fate again?!
He rises from his chair and quietly makes his way towards the red panda woman, clears his throat and greets with a simple, nonchalant and honest "Hello, there."He sighs and turns back towards the rest of the folks. "Like I said Eb, that's on you. I'm here to learn where to sign on to get shit done. I'm done just... sitting idly by in Arborwatch. I had my ass down in the sanctum for too long, and..." he waves a hand and scrunches up his nose in frustration. "Good luck... comrade." he flashes Ebreus a smile and pats him on the shoulder "Be nice if we didn't have to deal with the law on our asses. That's true."
He turns towards Naiko and nods along, "I did design it with flexability in mind, so... absolutely! I'd love to hear what you've come up with!" he clasps his paws and flashes a smile, though raises one immediately after "Ah, but... later, okay? Kinda need to tend to the matter at hand right now."
Blinking a few times, he identifies Narwen by scent and nods, "Heya Nar. No need to feel dumb, it... kinda happened really quickly. A lot of folks are dazed and confused, I myself am still miffed and uneasy about it all. There are a bunch of xeno-hating fucks calling themselves the "Old World Order"" he airquotes "...they're basically old RSX on roids, looking to eradicate the mutants and restore the world to what it once was. Zealous to the Nth degree... dangerous, hostile folks. We're here to mount movements against them." he shrugs "Or, that's the gist of it, from what I can tell."The guards now sent a couple of their own outside the library before closing the door signing that the meeting was about to officially start.
Sabella gave a nod to everyone he recognized in the group before finally taking a seat, ruffling the hair of the kemo-rabbit bit sitting next to him, "Everything in order, carrot?" He could be heard whispering."Our first order of business today is an introduction from all of you of course. I see a lot of individuals here who seem to represent some small interests or even just their own. Also, be kind enough and mention if you have any benefactors. I will personally be very cross if any of the crafters here was a front for Zephyr and didn't say so." Sabella added again in his jovial, making it hard to discern if that was a threat.
The guards idly look Aaron over before opening the door, "If you say so. Don't cause trouble you two." She says as he looks at the tiny pegasus as well.He pauses for a moment and gestures towards Ebreus. "My companion here is far better versed at diplomacy than myself, so I trust him to represent us well when the time comes." the hound clasps his paws and goes on "So far I've opted to keep the gates sealed and my territory neutral to the ill fate that has befallen Fairhaven. However, a few days ago I was quite sorely reminded that so long as the Order has a foothold, none of us are really safe. I've heard my share of worrying reports, and I dread the day they might set foot in my quiet patch by the river, or Maplewood where a multitude of families simply wish to live in peace. While I have no reason to believe that this has yet happened, I worry."
He takes a brief moment to collect his thoughts, before resuming "I am an inventor and a crafter, three years deep into the trade and still going. My specialization is armaments, weaponry of various designs and purpose, armors with differing protective properties, combat stimulants, incendiary devices, explosives, pocketables and many... many more. I come in the hopes that I could be of use both in the field, and at the crafting station. My goal is simple, do whatever it takes to crush the order, before they hurt someone else I care about again. ...thank you." he gives a light bow, and sits back down.After a brief pause, Naiko continued, "I'm aligned with a small branch of Zephyr and non-Zephyr researchers with a common goal, the betterment of our society. While I might not represent Zephyr's interest in this matter, I have accompanied your efforts to rebuild, to protect and to teach and our group finds them very noble of you. We understand that you wish to stay neutral in the endeavours to defend Fairhaven against the menace that is the order and we understand if you refuse our aid because of our affiliation.
One of the kitsune's many drones twitch before Naiko catches her breath and adds on "...However, the goal we have in mind is simply to not have them have a chance in crushing what all of you have built so far. With or without the Z.""I am Samuel Franklin, and I am here to offer RSX's help in this new coalition of yours to fight against the Americanists." A man clad in a suit says before receiving a couple of boos from the crowd, looks like people still remember Richardson joining the order.
Now it was the time for Sabella's colleagues to introduce themselves. First stood the kemo-usagi boi. "I am Sergeant Carrot." He said in a high pitched voice, earning him a good amount of sniggers which he ignores, "I am the leader of the militia group - Steel Claw, serving Mr. Sabella, and currently one of the main groups standing against the Order." With that he took a seat, allowing a much more intimidating, and muscular, human to stand up. "I am Commander Sanchez. I work with Dr. Long and we have merged our armed followers together to form the Fairhaven Shield. We are the third main group currently holding the line with the K9s and Steel Claw." The human said before sitting down again.
The last person, an arc demon dressed in a three piece suit, and going all in with the accessories, stood up. "Sal Khanig, I represent the interests of the Commercial Association, we are but a humble group of independent scavengers and craftsmen who have been recently supplying Mr. Sabella with weaponry and equipment for his militia at a very low profit for ourselves. All for this fair city." He says and sits down, needless to say it appears that you do not need to work for Zephyr to come off as the kind of person who might sell his mother's ashes if there was profit in it.
"Now that this is done..." Sabella says as he grins, "Let us move on to proper business. First, I have no benefactors, unless you count the people who trust me in this city. Otherwise, I find that being the benefactor is a much better position to be in. I like sending people contracts and claim that they are not marching orders." The husky then winked at Narwen. "Needless to say, I have made my opinion clear before. I do not think we need RSX or Z, or even the Prommies, to trouble themselves with our issues. We can definitely supply ourselves. After all, the K9s have secured their own independent crafters, the PIK, right? Point is, why give those corps another hook to attach to us? I say, we have enough independents here that we can hire. Buy from the community and give back to it, and all that jazz." With that said, Sabella sits downs and lets the others discuss the issue.
"I think we can always accept a degree of help from the corporations...after all, they can still offer some decent equipment that we can use to our advantage." Shanks says with a grunt.
"I have a different proposition. Why don't we form our own scavenging expeditions and salvage the various factories and warehouses outside the city. The two corporations regularly send out their expeditions to get their hands on old technology. Clearly, we need to do the same, it will be much cheaper for us, no?" Khang said with a smile, probably imagining the kind of salvage he can secure for his group.His smile soon faded though, well... as soon as the others started to introduce themselves. Not the agents, for he knew the lot of them, but rather those self-proclaimed militia people. Turning to face the ones speaking, Otto casts a subtle glance of disbelief, his piercing gaze lingering but for a moment, before passing over Ebreus, as though weighing the mutant's own thoughts on the matter.
Turning back around, he lets loose a soft sigh and reaches into his pack to pull a laptop out. Opening it up, Otto goes wide-eyed and rapidly hustles to close the open image browser he'd left on-screen from his last session, the image of a blissed out and rather familiar bunny boi thereupon for a moment, a very lewd photograph of his rear, gaped and leaking a certain seminal fluid.
Phew... hopefully nobody saw... he plays it off and opens up a word document, then starts to take notes of everything that'd been said, tossing in some thoughts as well. Gods knew his memory was not as sharp as it used to be before P-Day. At the same time, he keeps an audio recording program running, taking audio logs of the events as well.
The ideas were presented, and Otto chymes in, "I've attended such salvage operations in the past, I know the locations of a few buildings that may interest you. I also keep in touch with the transport technician Zephyr has hired to carry their teams around outside the bubble. Maybe I can do something with that." the hound shrugs. "Which reminds me that we had best secure a mode of transportation. Going on foot would mean a single salvage operation would take days if not longer. Either way, I'm good with my hands and could do something about that if you'd like. There are plenty of parts at the Hell Forge, maybe with the help of the rats I can snag us a working jeep or two. That is, if transport is at all an issue." he raises a brow and casts an inquizitive glance towards the others."
Once Vari speaks up, he glances her way and speaks his mind "I'd rather we remain independant from the big three. Especially Zephyr. The moment they offer us help, they'll likely consider it a contract and us as their debtors. Just between you and me, I'd rather not have that happen." Though the hound was honest, he spoke a half-truth, his personal beef with the three remaining unspoken. "I feel it best that we keep a low profile such that we can operate more efficiently. If we need to salvage, then we do so, without the enemy or the big three knowing we've got men out there, and not here where they can act if called upon.""With that said, it'd be foolish to ignore the fact that the Big Three - and other scavenger groups, militia, and the like - have a lot to offer. Independence and partnership are not mutually exclusive, Mr. Sabella. There is something to be said for the knowledge that we benefit from these groups' presence, but could persevere on our own." Ebreus receives a firm nod at his reminder of the resistance to their efforts, and she notes, "With a government that exists with a mandate from the people, the OWO will remain marginalized and decreasingly effective, assuming we can provide for peoples' needs. To this end, the Maison is open to all forces resisting the OWO, offering food and shelter and respite as needed. It's also open to the populace at large, with the understanding that there can be no safer place than under the watchful eye of the militia and the Maison's own guards."
A moment is allowed to pass before she addresses all present in a very serious tone. "Just keep in mind that we need to balance liberty and safety. Too little of either is bad for you." Finally, she moves to sit back down, waiting for the reactions of others to her monologue."Well, this brings up a very good point! Turning the city exit into a neutral zone that we discussed before." Dr. Long quickly interjects as she suddenly stands up. "If we can agree with the order not to attack each other there, then we can send out salvage expeditions more safely."
"That's secondary right now we have a more important issue." Sabella responds as he eyes the crowd, "That is to do with our forces. The Order has the Minutemen, and no matter what you think of them, they are a lot more organized and are not a bunch of fractured groups. We need to do the same. The K9s, Steel Claw, and Fairhaven Shields are our biggest three groups in this fight, but we need all the smaller groups to work with them, and more importantly to have a clear command structure. To that, I propose that Dr. Vari, Sergeant Carrot, and Commander Sanchez act as a military council of sorts to organize a strategy in this fight. With any experts they deem important aiding them in devising their tactics."
Then Narwen's criticisms are voiced, loudly. To that, the kemo-bunny jumps up stares angrily at Narwen, "How dare you? Mister Sabella has been toiling day and night helping Fairhaven in its time of need, and a corporate-lackey like yourself comes and..." The rabbit boy is stopped by a hand on his shoulder. Sabella grins and pats Carrot before looking at Narwen and grining, "Doctor Narwen, no need for such a heated tone. You do not know me, and you do not trust me. I understand that, but you also need to understand that to me you mostly work for Z, a company that stopped sending representatives the moment they did not get their way. We can both correct that. Clearly, as is our arrangement with the Commercial Association, we will buy our equipment from independent crafters. We are not asking for hand outs, but we will not refuse it. And speaking of which, we will be honored to accept your offer, Aaron. I am not against the existence of corporations. I am simply of the opinion that the less we need them now, the less we will need them later. They can remain as suppliers, but only if it is without strings attached." Sabella then takes a seat, letting others speak.
Looks like with the support of this number of independent crafters, the new force is now focusing on discussing leadership. Some of the minor 'militia' leaders voice their doubt in being led by the three largest fighting forces for Fairhaven, others voice their wish to join any one of them."So what happens once we do liberate the occupied territories of the Order?" he asks out loud and crosses his legs. "If we do indeed accept Zephyrian aid, they will claim us as their militia and assert their ownership of the land. Do you really want that for us?" he furrows his brows a little "It's not beneath them in my opinion, and remember that Zephyr are very good at manipulating the truth. If we do back out and refuse to play by their rules once all this blows over, they could have us branded as traitors. It's not like they don't have their own forces to use against us, nor are they beneath stabbing their own agents in the backs." the hound sharply hisses, recalling the time Zephyr had lead him and his team right into a trap orchistrated by the Children of Tahoe.
"Now imagine if we accept Promethean of RSX aid... what happens then? Do you think big Z will be very happy a force supplied by their competitor is doing liberating in territory they've pretty much claimed as their own? Sure, we'll have a few extra crates of salvage... but is it worth the risk? I for one am skeptical." he glances around the room. "We are in the dark right now. We know next to nothing, we have a very, VERY faint picture of what's going on, and in my years as an agent I've learned that things never go only skin-deep. There is usually a catch, a twist... and what we know right now may well be a ruse." he waves a hand around as he talks.
"Looking at it short-term yes, by all means, let's soak in the salvage, implications and conseqiences be damned, right? Hm..." he shakes his head and grumbles "I agree that aid from the three should not be put off the table... but let's not reach for that dish just yet.""While I agree that we 'shouldn't just reach out for that dish', I must say that if you fear Hive might want claim on those territories, it doesn't. Sure, if it gets to the point that aid from the big three is strictly required, I would recommend caution." She leans back on her chair, taking a deep breath.
"I have no interest in payment of any sorts for aid from my group. I know that what you're doing is a good thing for the people and that gaining the upper hand against the order is vital. For one, I would be simply honored to help in any way I can."A long moment of thought passes, her eyes half-lidding as she notes, "The OWO has something that we don't, right now: they're united in the name of a single cause. They act as one mind, and it empowers them." That gaze travels the room once more, and she notes, "If we're going to be able to beat them - or even keep up with them - we need to realize that while we have differing ideas on how to reach our goal, we all fundamentally want the same thing." It may seem obvious, but years of dealing with people have taught the doe that there's no such thing.
Aaaaand there's her comm. Taking a quick moment to check it, she utters a quiet, exasperated sigh. "Okay, *most* of us want the same thing. Some of us want to fuck in the maternity ward, as it turns out." Rising to her feet, she makes for the door. "Sorry about this. Maison business. Mr. Sabella, you have my comm info. Stay in touch. All of you, actually; the better we coordinate, the better off we'll be." And with that, she's out!With no real opposition to the idea, plenty of the current militia leaders promise to support the cause, some more begrudgingly than others. "I do agree with Dr. Long to begin with some diplomatic overtures to secure a neutral zone. This will also be helpful for the people living in that area. As for military action, we can discuss that later during the council meeting." Commander Sanchez says as he looks down on some of his notes.
As the meeting reaches a lull of activity, Dr. Long stands up again, "So...regardless of help or not from the big three...I still do firmly believe that securing the City Exit as an independent zone is important. Not only will it prevent the Order from cutting us from Cat Town and Hare Town, it will show the populace that we are reasonable and willing to negotiate!" With her call for diplomacy again, the room begins murmuring again.No, Otto was no politician. He spoke out of spite and his personal interests rather than the interests of the people, and by now he'd realized what he was doing... so he casts Ebreus a helpless glance, and with a light sigh resigns himself to silence. *BEEP BEEP* Ah, seems he has a message on his comm unit. *flick* and his cheeks go crimson red as he spots a picture of his boyfriend, one very provocative, the bubble-butted usagi boi there in sexy lingerie striking a pose to show off his curves, winking slyly at the message's recipient. *FLICK* and the screen disappears as fast as it'd popped up.
The canine clears his throat and shuffles a touch uncomfortably, before rising from his seat. "Alas, I am needed elsewhere." he announces nonchalantly, before waving farewell and casting Ebreus a hopeful glance on his way out.