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Post by Queen Taras on Nov 30, 2020 0:29:34 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Taras on Nov 30, 2020 0:32:18 GMT -8
“You can only trust your own fists, at the end of the day.” It was a sentiment from Bass that Taras did not want to agree with. At her heart, for all her many, many flaws, Taras was an inherently social creature. She wanted to rely on her allies; she wanted to build a world where she could count on others, and they on her, not one where might made right and the only thing which truly mattered was how much personal power one could exert. That was the kind of rule that had kept Goji-sama underground for hundreds of years; that fear of enslavement or capture had traumatised the great man, and it was only her obstinate refusal to be cowed by it which kept her moving forwards. And then the blue Namekian in his ridiculous, jokey avatar had exerted so much raw power that he broke reality itself. She knew, intellectually, that it wasn’t ‘really real’. But when she came clambering out of the VR pod, the young woman was clearly shaken. She had lost herself in the illusion of it. She could really believe that the simulation was an accurate representation of how life would feel for her in a few hundred years; and as though it were nothing at all, the Namekian warrior had used some fraction of his power and nothing made sense any more. What would it look like if he had done that in the real world? “BLEUUUUUUUURGH.” The Queen dumped the evidence of her earlier, cotton candy based, crimes into a nearby waste paper basket, and allowed herself to be ushered, along with the man, out into the hallway. She tried, as much as she could, to regain some of her regal posture. He’d been right about the mistake too, though. After being so tall, it was distressing to find herself relegated back to this tiny form. For a brief instant, she had a glimpse of what it would be to stride the world as the colossus she was deep down. Now she was back to scurrying to keep up with the man, following in his wake as he cut his path through the park. “Hey, Bass-“ She began, wanting to give voice to some of this wordless angst which was starting to plague her. But at that very moment, a man in a dark suit and shades appeared. Quite literally, seeming to come out of nowhere in the empty hallway. “Sir.” He said, bowing his head to Bass, “Your Majesty.” A dip of the head to Taras, “If you would come with me, please.” And just like that, her concerns were again pushed aside in favour of the immediate mission. At least this man had the good courtesy to use her preferred title. The boardroom that they were directed to was a dark and empty space. The lights remained off as he stepped into it, and from inside his pocket he produced a small sphere, which he set on the boardroom table. It let out a soft whine, which continued as he spoke. “Excellent. Thank you both for your time. We can speak openly for the moment.” Taras stared at him as though he had sprouted a second head. “What is that supposed to mean?” She demanded, “Who are you? What’s going on?!” The man smiled, and it was not a pleasant expression. As cold and calculating as departmental layoffs. He adjusted his sunglasses before he answered. “My name is Mr. Johnson.” He said, “I represent certain business interests who are in, shall we say, energetic competition with Pilaf Corp. You two have made quite the impression as problem-solvers, so the interests that I represent would like you to solve a problem for us.” Apparently, speaking openly didn’t actually mean that she was going to get answers about anything! As infuriating as she found it, the fact that Bass did not at all seem surprised by this spoke volumes to her. Taras had always been good at reading people’s motivations. Had everything else they had been doing just been a lead-up to get these people’s attention? Was this the seven million nuyen – uh zeni – payday that they had been waiting for? “Unsurprisingly, Pilaf Corp is working on a number of different high-level, highly secret, research projects at the current time.” He continued, “This is to be expected. Every company worth its salt is. You, however, have the opportunity to get in close and get us specifics of what they are and how far they are in development. Even better, you can get us a sample of their current prototypes. They trust you. If you are sufficiently cautious, they never even have to know that it is you who betrayed them. And let’s be frank here, my good friends, Pilaf Corp is never going to reciprocate any loyalty you might have to them. When all is said and done, you are both just freelancers. Useful, hired muscle. And the moment you step out of line and try to change the world in a way which impacts their bottom line, they’ll bend heaven and earth to destroy you.” It was a good speech, Taras had to give the man that. He clearly knew his audience, and he seemed to know that Bass was already very much on board. In the end, what could she do but agree? She’d even made a joke about it. “Good thing I haven’t had my growth spurt yet, eh? See, I told you there were benefits to being small! Haha… hah.” And then they were back out in the park, walking towards the research and development area. Much of it was, of course, off-limits to the public, but Pilaf Corp was all about family friend fun, especially in the heart of Pilaf Land, so they were very happy to show off the ‘cutting edge’ of their more entertainment-oriented projects in the public eye. Dancing holograms and flavours of junk food that might never reach commercial viability, all out in the open for the enjoyment of the viewing public. “… Bass.” Taras said, finally, with some resolve in her voice. “Do you really believe what you said before you saved that Prince? That the only thing we can rely on are our fists?” Now wasn’t, probably, the time for such an in-depth conversation. They were heading into a dangerous situation, where they would need to keep their wits about them if they were going to avoid detection and failure. But at the same time, if she didn’t get an answer, how was she going to be able to move forward? “Isn’t that quite a bleak outlook? Perhaps I have, misjudged, our relationship here, but I feel as though I could rely on you. We have made a good team so far. And I hope that you know you could rely on me. I am not like these … Corporate, types, and I don’t think you are either, really. I will remember who helped me rise to the top, and I will help them rise in turn. Together, we are far stronger than either of us could ever hope to be apart, don’t you think?” Really, she’s hinting at a far deeper issue here. She would see this mission through either way; the promised seven million payday was too much to turn down. But money would only form one part of her path to sit on the throne of the world. Was she going to have Bass’ support when the checks were cashed and the job was done? (1272 / 14,000) (Happy to use the Pass here to bring it down to 11,200 words if we both do it, but figured I'd wait until we were in a good part of the narrative to flourish our badges to achieve that Bass )
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Post by Bass on Nov 30, 2020 12:07:33 GMT -8
Did Bass see something like this coming? Check. Was Bass ever agreeable to such a prospect? No. Of course, as much as he was a martial artist and formidable powerhouse he was also on paper a salaryman, but ultimately a businessman. Specifically, he was shaping up to be the new CEO of the refreshed Momentum Corporation. Being a brute only went so far, let him do some legwork and intimidate people mostly for fun when he was getting clients working at the lowest rung of the ladder. His intellect was arguably a deadly weapon in itself, and while it might be a stretch to say he predicted this happening exactly as it did, he did consider the possibilities and think up rough strategies for each that he'd flesh out when they came to pass. Sitting across the table from the agent representing some random corporation, Bass listened to his speech and utilized that well of patience within not to object any of the things he was saying. He doubted Pilaf Corp was even capable of stopping him, but he knew that if he was their enemy it would make the world of zeni a lot harder to work in. Their power was in money, and there was a lot money could do that strength could not. Strumming his fingers on the desk he'd respond. " Surely you recognize the scope of what you're asking for, yes? The Pilaf Corporation is one of the most technologically sophisticated organizations in the world trailing close behind Capsule Corp. Cameras, motion detectors, sensors, these aren't things I can punch to fix the problem. No matter what backdoor we try to find, there will be security.
I'm not saying we can't do it, but we're going to need to be equipped with the proper gear to pull this off. For example, bypass keys for various locked doors. She might be able to slip into a vent, but I cannot. The more you can provide us with authentic and sophisticated tools for the job, the better off everyone involved will be. So, what can you do?" With a blank expression, the agent would rub his temple for a moment and pace a few feet back and forth. "I think I can make some calls and have someone deliver you some gear. I can do bypass keys, and a drive that'll corrupt their systems if you think you've been caught on any footage. That's about all though, there are reasons we need their tech, as you can tell we may or may not be a little behind. Should that suffice?" The Namekian remained silent for another moment, digits tapping on the table as he thought. " You wouldn't happen to say, get a hold of a small robot toy car or something? Really simple remote stuff, pretty cheap all things considered. Could just buy one from Pilaf Land." While he grimaced, he would also nod. "There'll be a dead-drop for you waiting near one of the more discrete entrances we think you'll take. If you'd prefer somewhere else, let me know." Bass shook his head. " No, that should work." And then they were off to the races. Outside and walking towards the location, Bass his seemed to be thinking to himself. It wasn't until he heard Taras mention his name that he'd look over. Raising a brow in question he'd then start listening to what she had to say. Brushing a thumb over his nose lightly, the Namekian now spoke with a voice that matched the words he said unlike the comical contrast that was present before. " It was, but if I recall correctly I said at the end of the day. Neglecting people and rejecting opportunities isn't strength, it's fear and a sign of weakness. While it is important to be self-sufficient when all is said and done, if you make friends and build a place for yourself, that's great. I just see it as extra on top, I like to make sure that if it were all to come crumbling down I'm not useless. So, while I put on a tie I'm more than willing to tear it off when the going gets hard and nobody has my back.
If you're serious about this Queen of the world thing, we're going to have to have a long talk. Even if you wear your heart on your sleeve a lot of the time, you've proven you're smart. I'm sure even if you haven't realized it yet, you can understand people like me, martial artists don't like to be subservient to people. In a work environment it was fine, that's different, but in a worldly greater sense I wouldn't- nor do I think others would. I've been at the top before, it's a lonely place being the strongest person on Earth in any category.
How about a change of perspective. You're trying to build something to act as a vanguard for Earth to protect it and its people, and someone comes along talking about bypassing all of that to rule the planet, cursing the very people that you want to protect." Bass glanced towards Taras as they moved further along. " I'm not blaming you for it, what I'm trying to tell you is that the only thing you see at the top is other people trying to climb higher than you. You won't get the... Following you'd probably expect, at least not from anyone besides the average citizen, and even then you could probably only do it by instilling fear. If I was to be honest, your best bet is to run in the World Government. The top position there basically works like a monarchy. It would also be a peaceful transition of power. It's just a suggestion of course, you're more than capable of using the tools at your disposal. You just need to learn more about the world, something that'll come with time." Walking just around the corner of a gargantuan tower that took up an entire city block, a small plastic trash bag laid resting against a wall. Crouching down, he'd pull out a little toy rat looking thing along with a small joystick controller, a series of several differently shaped palm sized rectangular chips and what looked vaguely like a USB stick. " This is the stuff we're working with. I'll carry the toy stuff and the USB, you take the bypass keys. When you said we rely on each other, you were unintentionally eluding to this. I'm relying on you to pull this off, since I'm a little too big to get around undetected. I can only keep watch and fly behind you to avoid cameras and floor motion detectors. I don't know what we'll find inside, but we don't want to steal anything that looks too important. Also, you can handle the writing with..." Bass pulled out a pack of sticky notes from his vest pocket as well as a pen. " These, if you can find spots to hold it all. If you can't write, just scribble down whatever you think are words." There was a lot more in his plan that he hadn't shared just yet, but it was coming along nicely. While he couldn't just outright say it... Bass was on the side of his long time trusted business partner, Pilaf Corp. 1,220 2,492 / 11,200 Queen Taras
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Post by Queen Taras on Nov 30, 2020 14:32:02 GMT -8
Taras listened, of course; she had certainly come to respect Bass’ opinion. She’d known him a relatively short time, and he’d already taught her more about the way things worked than almost anyone else in the seven years she’d spent scraping by for survival in the harsh desert. There really was going to be much to discuss, that went almost without saying. “We’re definitely going to have a lot to talk about.” She agreed, nodding her head at that assertion. “And there’s definitely a lot I have to learn. There’s no arguing that! Goji-sama did his best to teach me, but he hadn’t been out in the world in… a very long time. Of course, there were a bunch of other questions implicit in what Bass had broached which she had never really stopped to examine for herself. The question of why she wanted the throne, for instance. How she intended to take it. What she would do when other people came to challenge her for it. These were matters that she’d need to get clear in her own head as much as anything else. The simple fact was that she was told she had the throne of the world as her birthright; she’d never felt the need to examine that claim much more closely. When she’d lived in a world where there were, at most, a few hundred people that she saw on a regular basis, ruling the world hadn’t seemed like a daunting task. She’d seen thousands just in this park, though. The world was bigger, and grander, and far more frightening than she could have imagined when she sat on Goji-sama’s knee and heard his stories about where she was from and what she would one day achieve. Truth be told, she’d never considered that there would be any need to really justify herself, either. She was the Queen, she deserved the Throne, that was just how that went. But this hard work and business sense was starting to show her that she needed more than just bluster. She needed a convincing sales pitch. Convincing the world to spend the rest of eternity peacefully under her rule was going to be much harder than convincing kids to badger their parents into buying cotton candy, and that had been a more exhausting chore than she would have anticipated after she got her first taste of the stuff. You’d think that cotton candy practically sold itself. “I can write!” She said, defensively, at the implicit criticism. Taking the equipment, she squinted a little at the much taller man. “… and we don’t want to take anything too valuable, huh? That wasn’t the impression Mr. Johnson gave me.” Her tone wasn’t quite an accusation. Not quite. She could see a number of reasons why Bass might not be on quite the same page as their erstwhile employer, and ultimately how much she chose to push, therefore, came down to whether she was going to put her loyalty behind the paycheque or the Namekian. “… but fair enough.” She decided, “I’ll go ahead, and use the notes to leave you messages about what I’ve found. I should be able to sense you easily enough, and if you can sense me, we should be able to pick our way through pretty easily… when you’ve decided what you want to steal, if you make your power fluctuate I will come back and we can figure how to get it.” It’s a surprisingly ingenious suggestion from the Queen, really; the woman has already correctly identified that the main issue they are going to have is communication, but they can use their ki sensitivity to their advantage in that regard. Taras was far from the strongest person in the world, but her distinctive energy signature was still far stronger than any ordinary human, and she was certain that Bass could pick up on the subtle, unique qualities which marked her energy signature out amongst all the rest. Whilst her senses were likely far less refined, they didn’t need to be refined to keep track of Bass, and so a crude form of communication could be achieved; so long as he stayed steady, she’d scout ahead, and when he pulsed, she’d come back. If he concentrated on her movements, he should be able to tell roughly the path that she was taking and if she needed to come back for any other reason, well, that’d be obvious enough too. Getting into the main research and development area was easy; just a flash of the pass that she had earned that very day and a haughty, “Queen Taras, Multi-Pass!” To the scanning robot, and her authorisation was cleared. Somewhere, there’d be a sheriff utterly enraged at the idea that this woman had not only successfully infiltrated the park without a ticket, but was now being paid to have practically free run of the place. That thought brought a cheerful smirk back to Taras’ lips. But after that, there was the difficulty of actually sneaking into the facility proper. After jimmying open a side door and slipping through with the bypass key, Taras’ usual brash and open demeanour dropped off rather sharply. It wasn’t the fact that she was somewhere she shouldn’t be – she is still the Queen of the World, after all, there’s nowhere on the planet she shouldn’t be! – but the fact that she understood the consequences of failure would likely see her not only ejected from the park, but damage the relationship she’d built with Bass. This was so hilariously outside of her comfort zone that it actually had the poor woman sweating. Sensors? Cameras? She had only the barest idea of what all that referred to. But they were inside now, so now there was nothing to do but forge on ahead and hope for the best. Crouched low at first, she remembered that the word ‘floor’ had come up a few times, so Taras scuttled across the wall of the corridor instead. Sharp talons and claws made it easy to find purchase on the smooth surface and soon she was a dark shape dashing ahead through the confidential area. These first, early labs would not be where the juiciest tech was being hidden. For Taras, though, what she saw were still marvels that she had little way to comprehend. Glimpsed through tiny windows or glimpsed through keyholes, the first three doors that Bass comes across in her wake would be clearly signposted with what Taras understood to be going on behind them. WC: 1119 TCW: 3619/11,200
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Post by Bass on Dec 1, 2020 11:53:51 GMT -8
Uh oh. Certainly the Dragon Queen was energetic and excited to get started, but Bass realized it might've been too much. Before he knew it her energy signature was a ping pong ball bouncing around rooms chaotically- well, at least she wasn't touching the floor. Though he also watched her just use a pass to get inside, so at this point he was just squishing his temple with his index and middle finger trying to think of how to harness this chaos as opposed to reprimanding it. He had an idea, but this was growing increasingly unstable for the Namekians preferential plan. Hovering up so his back nearly grazed the ceiling he'd slowly follow behind. Cameras that looked down saw nothing but the blur of Taras as she breached room to room taking notes. Bass looked at the various claw marks on the walls in her path, narrowing his eyes. It was within his margin of use he supposed, what could be handled with his plan exceeded some meagre wall repairs. He wanted to also tell her not to show her face, but well... Given how short she was and how fast she was zig-zagging around it might be alright, maybe. Even then, until she had a growth spurt she had a fairly identifiable silhouette just based on her height alone. Well, harnessing the chaos. Now well within the restricted area against the ceiling Bass would quietly pull out the toy creature with the accompanied joystick. Positioning himself in an area where the cameras didn't have line of sight, he'd lower down before dropping the toy about a quarter of a foot. Immediately there'd be a red laser and a beeping sound at which point Bass was against the ceiling and controlling the rat. He drove it around, trying to mimic the actual behaviours of such a rodent by getting up in corners and grooves and scurrying around the room curiously. A place like Pilaf Corp even on an off day of the evening hours had security, and he'd need to talk to the person on duty if he wanted to get this to go how he expected it too. He'd have contacted them by phone, but until they were in the facility proper he imagined they'd have been tailed by the corporation that hired them to make sure it was a legitimate job- so this was his idea. Setting off detectors again and again, eventually as the cameras caught it a guy would start walking through the hallway frustrated as he moved over towards the rat with what looked like some kind of net. Moving the rat right up into the corner, the security guard would follow it quickly before suddenly with a huff and a muffled shout he'd be grabbed by the collar with one hand and another hand would cover his mouth. " Shush buddy, it's okay. Breathe, in... And out. I need you to turn a blind eye to what'll be on the cameras for a little bit. Uuuh... Say fifteen minutes- don't delete the footage, just don't contact anyone about it. Easy excuse, you were napping on the job or were taking a break." The Namekian said in a soft voice so nothing was picked up. " Afterwards I need you to contact the suits, corporate people to set up a meeting." Raising his watch to look at it, the Namekian elaborated. " Tell them it's to review a resolved security breach and sort out the insurance papers. Corporate sabotage at least in the Southern Islands have some fat insurance policies, no doubt Pilaf Corp makes use of them. I'm trying to help you guys out, so work with me here." He said, gauging the guys reaction. Still with his mouth covered he'd nod his head before Bass nodded in turn. " Alright, I'll set you down now. You caught the rat and hey- this could even be your excuse, you thought the disturbance was just a rat." Bass started to lower the man until his feet touched the ground. Slowly removing his hands from his mouth, the tension rose as the guy could try to alert someone. Though honestly, Bass could move so quickly it wouldn't work. Perhaps the guard could sort of understand that a blue Namekian that could hover in place was above their paygrade, so they just scooped up the rat in the net and started to retreat back to the security room. Meanwhile, the sticky notes. Bass as he hovered through the rooms wasn't really looking for something all that important. He had no idea what bad dog meant- was it a robotic dog? A bio-engineered dog? Just a random guard dog? The picture looked like a menacing rabbit more than anything. Floating further there'd be mention of a Shiny Spider. So far, at least the writing was checking out. He needed it to be written terribly so it wasn't actually benefiting the corporation that hired them all that much, and they'd have plausible deniability. After all, it wasn't as if they screened the two for their capabilities before they'd gotten started here. The next one was alarming, there was an automatic turret in the next room? Though why did Bass never hear gunshots- HFIL, if gunshots were going off this whole plan would need yet another drastic overhaul. It was a research facility, it wasn't as if it were abandoned. Commotion on that level would spread to a lot of ears fairly quickly- like janitorial employees and the like. All Bass really wanted to do at this point was just discover what Taras was really talking about- they needed to steal some run of the mill mundane tech that wouldn't give an unproven suspicious corporation technological power. That makes Red Ribbon Armies, Tuffles, at least the Pilaf Corporation has primarily proven that even with their monopolistic might they don't actively use it to make life scarier, maybe they're a bit brutal on their employees but that is where Bass saw the line starting and ending. All the Namekian needed to do at this point was decided on something they would need to retrieve, and a few more sticky notes wouldn't necessarily hurt their cause. Worst case scenario if he got something too coherent from the Queens notes, he could just discard it when they handed them in to their employers. Since, honestly, with the 'legit' and 'botched' job they did, Bass didn't expect to be paid in full. Their zeni wasn't coming from this corporation, Bass never planned for them to be their source of money. After all, they were a corporation that didn't even have high tech, upwards of fifteen million zeni was just out of their reach for a small job like this. Even the Momentum Corporation as it was didn't have that much, it's only at the upper echelon of business that those numbers are achievable. Like the Pilaf Corporation and their Corporate Sabotage payout of upwards of 50 million zeni. Fraud! 1,162 4,781/11,200 Queen Taras
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Post by Queen Taras on Dec 2, 2020 8:24:33 GMT -8
The escapade with the rat certainly seemed to have terrified the security guard. The immense blue namekian had proven to be far more forgiving than most industrial espionage specialists, and perhaps that was a big part of the reason why the guard had decided to go along with it. The moment that hand had closed around his mouth, he knew that he was dead. The wider world might not be completely up to speed on all the myriad ways that ki and its use propelled those with it beyond the heights of those without it, but in the world of security – even mall cops, let alone the well-paid specialists at Pilaf Corp – they all heard rumours. Everyone knew someone who had vanished under mysterious circumstances, or been hospitalised before they could even blink.
The fact that Bass hadn’t acted so cruelly was a strong incentive for the guard to look at the weird, scuttling figure of Taras and decide that the world didn’t need an alarm raised just yet. Let them have their fifteen minutes, and maybe everyone would come out of this no worse for wear. Hell. He might get fired, demoted, or posted to a different facility if his superiors got really pissed at him… but all of that would be preferable to getting his neck snapped.
So he’d just sit this one out. Give them the time that they asked for and hope that he just got stuck with night shifts for the next month at worst.
Taras was not really cut out for spy work. She didn’t have the suave nature or swagger that could see her convince staff that she had the right to be here; she doesn’t even own a three piece suit or a little gun. What she did have, though, were a few peculiar advantages which most facilities simply didn’t think about. As Bass had noted, the Dragon Queen’s silhouette was distinctive; it was also quite unique, and she was able to pick her way across the walls and ceiling in a fashion that very few other people could.
Her small stature also allowed her to enter the ventilation system, and whilst that is usually a horrific idea – sheet metal is sharp and the interior of those vents is not designed to deal with significant weight bashing around inside it – Taras’ inhumanly tough skin and relatively light figure meant that once she was inside, she was able to scoot around like some awful xenomorph, peeking through ducts and openings to peer in at the strange discoveries she couldn’t even begin to comprehend, for the most part.
The trouble with having two people with very different ideas about what they were here to do, though, was that Taras was still trying to do her best to figure out what the most interesting and impressive options were. Thankfully for all concerned, Taras’ ability to comprehend what she was looking at was very minimal. More sticky notes followed with enlightening phrases like ‘boxes’, ‘big ball’ and ‘lightning bottle’.
At least there weren’t any sounds of gunfire. Whatever she had been driving at with the sad face, she seemed to be doing a pretty good job of staying out of sight and away from any security systems so far. The deeper they got into the facility, the larger and more intricate the labs were – and the more difficult it was for her to get eyes on what was going on in the totality of the rooms, as a rule. There were a lot of people wandering around in them, now, and even she wasn’t foolish enough to risk bursting through the ceiling or being glimpsed by some scientist who was trying to count ceiling tiles on his break.
If Bass was paying attention to her energy signature, though, he might be alarmed when – having rounded a corner up ahead – she almost immediately retreated. Working her way through the ceiling, she moved at an incredibly rapid pace, unerringly, right back to her partner in crime. The ceiling tile above Bass’ head would then shift as Taras pulled it back up and into the crawlspace, then ducked her head out of the hole.
If there was something to be worried about, she probably wouldn’t be grinning so much though, right?
“I think I found what we can take!” She hissed to the man. “Up ahead, round the corner, third door on the left. There’s a HUGE room, and it is all filled with these… things!”
She struggled to put into words what she had seen, clearly and visibly frustrated with herself for her inability to adequately explain what it was.
“Like the robots in the park, but not. They’re bigger, and they’re empty. There’s got to be at least a hundred of them! I bet they wouldn’t even notice if we took a couple. They’re, big, but they look just like the ones outside! The people in the park probably wouldn’t even know.”
That certainly sounded like it might be the sort of thing they were after. And indeed, if Bass took the suggestion and followed her direction, what they would find is in fact a hangar for the latest in Pilaf Corp’s armoured security division.
These giant, clunky Pilaf Power Suits were the latest innovation on the Pilaf Machine line designed by the venerable founder of Pilaf Corp all those hundreds of years ago. In some ways it was surprising how little they had veered from the tried and tested models popularised by Pilaf and his guards, but then, branding was always an important part of any Pilaf enterprise.
The armoured suits themselves really might blend in on a surface level to the mascot bots that sometimes stomped around the park, but it wouldn’t take much to determine that they were in fact far more impressive specimens. Designed to work in conjunction with a living pilot, the robots would draw ki energy to fuel themselves and augment the capabilities of a martial artist, rather than seeking to replace them entirely.
That kind of cutting-edge blend of energy and technology was, of course, something that militaries across the world were attempting to utilise more and more frequently these days. A synthesis of warrior and weapon, rather than relying wholly on one or the other, might well be the next stage in humanity’s attempts to secure itself in a world where lone warriors and powerful aliens had a natural advantage.
It was doubtful that there was anything shocking about the fact that Pilaf Corp had research and development in this area too. The question was whether handing these suits over to the competition would be a step too far… then again, if they were already doing mass production on them, presumably, there’d be more refined prototypes that Pilaf Corp were keeping under far tighter lock and key, right?
WC: 1162
TWC: 5,943/11,200
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Post by Bass on Dec 2, 2020 11:50:06 GMT -8
Still hovering at the ceiling, so long as he didn't interact with the rooms below it was pretty much a cakewalk not to be detected. He just simply glided through the air. Looking at the doorways further onwards, he'd examine the additional sticky notes. These weren't particularly promising- unless 'boxes' wasn't just boxes, but rather some sort of research object. For his plan to be most effective, they needed to take something that was technically Pilaf Tech, but was a very very low end project. Whatever they gave the corporation that hired them had the potential to be seriously and rapidly weaponizes. Spider bots- absolutely not, robodogs? Again, that's a no. Guns were entirely out of the question due to their particular danger to people that couldn't bounce a bullet off of their skin. This new set potentially came with promise, but just like Taras's notes would make for a great excuse for why there wasn't much information it also made it a struggle to properly understand what the projects were until he passed through the rooms themselves. Lightning bottles sounded dangerous, like some kind of cutting edge battery cell that could present unparalleled power capabilities to any resource intensive constructs. It was fairly easy to upscale robots in the world so long as there was a dedicated team of researchers and developers, often the drain on power required to run them is what held them back. So that left the boxes and the big ball. He tried to think of the function of both of them in a technological sense. Perhaps the boxes could infinitely collapse within themselves for ultra-efficient storage similar to how Capsule Corp worked? Or maybe they were just neat looking boxes, there were also downsides to not being a proper scientist- but rather just having wisdom and piecing evidence together. The big ball was even more consuming, either Pilaf Corp wanted to run people over with a robotic wrecking ball or it was a recreational toy they planned to roll out. Maybe it was more durable than their previous products to take more wear and tear before replacement? Bass couldn't interact with it to test, but as it stood a large looking ball posed the smallest risk of danger. Of course, Bass checked to see if it was of a mechanical nature- because that'd be the first sign they were dealing with a bomb (though a perfectly spherical bomb was impractical and nonsensical in the Namekians opinion). Alarmed wouldn't be quite accurate, Bass was alarmed when Taras became a ping pong ball barrelling through the facility. A rapid change in direction just tempted a groan from the man as he contemplated what mess he'd have to clean up next to get their zeni. He never bothered to elaborate on the plans he'd dredged up had he never met Taras in the first place, so for all intensive purposes she was still helping even if it required careful management. Really, the only thing they needed to do at this point was grab something and get out. After which, they would need to go visit their employer and get their ears yelled off potentially- but their main meeting wouldn't be until an hour or so after that once things have had time to brew for a bit. Bass was a businessman, he knew the world that turned on Zeni. So when she appeared right above him and popped open a vent with a smile he practically deflated as it seemed to have not been as terrible a turnout as he'd expected. He had just opened his mouth to say something when she began to ping pong away once more. Pinching his brows in frustration, he began to fly after them carefully. What he ended up finding at their destination- or rather what he saw that Taras was showing him was actually a little alarming. Even if this wouldn't be something they took here and now, it was something Bass would take a mental note of. This was a big deal, and if abused could seriously threaten the safety of a lot of people. Worst yet was yes- the reality that if this was here there was no telling what was further in the facility. However letting their curiosity get the better of them would only endanger the mission with absolutely no benefit. Knowing Pilaf Corp's working on practically mechs was enough of a lead to probe further in the future, but one thing at a time. Plus, research projects were one things, but every corporation had a bottom line on tech they never wanted the public eye to see. Checking the room for cameras, he needed to make sure they weren't captured on these. It might threaten their negotiations due to Pilaf Corporations potential desperation to keep all eyes away from this particular project and ones like it. That was why almost immediately as he spotted it his ki signature flickered. It pissed him off to have to do that- Bass had never in his life lowered his ki signature, it was against his style. Having to do it here frankly made him want to atomize a mountain when he had a chance, but he wasn't about to threaten the habitat of mountain-dwellers people and creatures alike. Starting to fly back, completely disregarding the intense projects behind them he'd murmur over towards Taras as he flew back towards the entrance. " Now it's my turn. Gra-" He was going to ask her to grab the ball, but it seemed like her hands were necessary to latch onto walls since she couldn't fly. Instead Bass hovered over it and after narrowing his eyes pondered his options. Looking down, his index finger would twitch and the ball would pop up as if punched from below. Catching it, it'd warble and ripple. The object had the behaviour of an exercise ball with the lightness of a beach ball. It was a funky little thing, and alarming probably the only research project in the facility they've seen so far that at least appeared to be a toy and not a weapon or surveillance device. " Alright, let's go. We'll turn this in along with your notes. Just keep being you, but try not to call me out for being the reason we're leaving with a bouncy ball and not a mech suit. I'll spin that in a way that makes it seem like the only option." Hovering back through the facility was easy- after all the security only got lighter and lighter the further they got along. Eventually once they neared the doors where the security was almost completely gone the Namekian would begin to lower himself down to touch the ground. With the slightest clack of his dress shoes he'd glance over his shoulder. Thankfully if Taras had been accounted for, this bouncy ball didn't look much different than a normal toy. Braving the outside, the doors to the exit hissed open as steam flew from the pistons supporting the pneumatic doors. " Alright, but I will sate your curiosity. I'm sure you've picked up on things by now. If you have any questions it's my only chance to answer- I've taken the wise assumption that our employers are keeping tabs on us whenever we're on their radar. That means outside. Currently we're neither on a camera or on that radar, so what's on your mind?" 1,233 7,176/11,200 Queen Taras
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Post by Queen Taras on Dec 4, 2020 10:13:19 GMT -8
To say that Taras was disappointed by Bass’ reaction would be an understatement. She did her best to hide it, though. It was obvious that Bass had his own criteria which he had not shared with her; whatever else was going on here, the main goal was still to work with him in order to get that sweet payday and the promised riches. Though she may hope that their alliance would prove to be the more profitable treasure in the long run, seven million zeni was still a significant sum, and regardless of the work and trials which she now saw she had to overcome before she could even begin to formulate a workable plan, seven million in cold, hard cash would help smooth her path no matter which direction it took.
“Hm. What’s on my mind? That’s quite an expansive question.”
The look that she gave Bass spoke volumes. Those bright, shining blue eyes of hers were half-lidded, the moue of her mouth perfectly encapsulating an expression which said: I know you think I am an idiot. The more infuriating thing for the proud Queen was the fact that she couldn’t honestly blame him for the assessment. Whatever game he was playing here, she didn’t understand the rules; heck, if her attempt to communicate what she was seeing in the rooms was any indication, she didn’t even comprehend the shape of the pieces.
There did seem to be a theme to the inventions she’d seen, though; largely, they looked like they were designed for pretty serious stuff. She wasn’t sure what to make of the tiny metal spider sitting in its field of buzzing electricity, or the dog with the metal ears, were all about. The gun at least seemed fairly straightforward, though she couldn’t understand for the life of her why they would fire tiny foam arrows rather than bullets. At least there hadn’t been any pain, though. That was a plus. Bullets could be quite painful, in her experience.
Now she found herself inspecting the ball, trying to work out how it could be used to crush, kill, maim or destroy people. It didn’t seem to be giving Bass any trouble, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything. He was far from an ordinary person, after all!
“I suppose the main thing I need to know is whether I’m going to get into serious trouble over this.” She decided, at last. “I don’t care what the game plan is here, precisely, or why you didn’t find time to run through everything with me in advance. But if I’m going to be a wanted woman after this, I’d like to know by whom and whether they are right to be angry with me. I can’t imagine why anyone would be furious about a children’s toy, but I haven’t understood much since I arrived in this place!”
Pilaf Land certainly seemed like the kind of place where toys might well be more important than anything else. The perpetual light-hearted atmosphere and saccharine fun at all costs atmosphere had not gone unnoticed by the Queen; she guessed that this was what drew so many people here, this idea of a land cut off from the troubles of the outside world, where your money could buy you the kind of happiness that you could otherwise only dream of, at least until it ran out.
As far as crash courses in capitalism went, there were probably more comprehensive ones out there, but none which could have resonated quite so strongly with the Queen. Taras knew, in abstract terms, that money was a form of power; money was something that she used to keep her gang supplied, to keep food in their bellies, clothes on their backs and their guns filled with ammunition. It had not occurred to her that money was also a gateway to experiences; that people measured their time by it, bought access to a better life through it, and – until she found herself doing it – gave up their own self-direction for it.
It seemed to her to be a false kind of wealth. Trading one’s toil for temporary station and dignity did not at all measure up to the amount of pride she had managed to build for herself in the desert. It had been harder out there in the sands and the wastes, for certain, and she had nobody she could look to in order to help guide her. But by her wits, claws and will she had been able to keep hold of a kind of ferocious freedom and dignity which these people traded days, weeks, years, of their life to be able to experience for just a short time.
It was sad, really.
Taras often found herself grousing that she had to work to keep herself in any kind of comfortable fashion, but until she arrived in Pilaf Land she’d never done a day’s work at anyone’s behest but her own. She’d never worked for a wage or under a supervisor. But that is precisely what she’s been doing since she got here, and she had already learned the most important lesson to making a success of any new job like that.
… where to trust your superior knew best, and where to draw the line.
“And you should know, if you want me to keep being me, then if that Mr. Johnson dares to start questioning us, he will find out precisely what a terrible idea it is to speak out of turn to a Queen!”
That declaration made, the woman gave him a few moments to answer, before she would stride back out into the world with renewed purpose. This was the final leg of the journey, wasn’t it? She’d soon be able to tuck this away as a learning experience, the one day of wage labour she had sold to The Man, and if there was a price that a Queen’s labour could be said to be worth, seven million zeni seemed like an amount she could be proud of.
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Post by Bass on Dec 4, 2020 14:59:53 GMT -8
Almost immediately after the Queen's question, Bass would lightly shake his head and wave his hand dismissively. " Absolutely not. I wouldn't make a plan that jeopardizes someone other than myself. You'll see how it plays out, it's a good way to see how things can truly work if you know who to talk to and when to talk to them. Might be worth taking notes if you eventually want to sit in a throne where you expect millions to listen to the words you say. Now, let's get started." Hearing her declaration towards their employer, Bass internally processed what countermeasures he'd need to make to handle that. Though honestly, when he actually critically though about Taras yelling at them for being critical of their job he realized she was doing exactly what he'd asked of her- and that was what was necessary to pass off as genuine and natural. So of course, any masked frown turned right upside down as he took the first steps outside. The trip back to employers little urban steel and rivet crypt would be a relatively uninterrupted one. The perceptive eye might notice a couple of Pilaf mascots staring a second too long (certainly creepy if one noticed immediately as opposed to before there was a chance to understand just how consistent the odd behavior was). Though otherwise the two of them should Taras once more follow along find themselves at the hissing doors that lead into the dark room. Bass himself with his tight dress shirt and tie looked a little comical depending on ones sense of humor holding basically a bouncy ball. It warbled in his hand with the slightest movements and its bright color contrasted his relatively formal appearance. Walking into the darkness may or may not be intimidating- but he certainly didn't feel any discomfort and he doubted with what he'd seen of Taras she did either. Nearing around where usually that table would be found, his leg hit it and there was a loud metallic screech as it slid a few feet across the floor like nails on chalkboard. With an awkward pause the Namekian would utter out in the completely silent pitch black room. " Woops." At which point whoever was in charge of the lights had apparently woken up with the atrocious sound, and suddenly a foreboding spotlight punched into being slightly off center behind them given the slight table adjustments. Standing now eerily close to the desk now on the other side was the 'Mr. Johnson' as discussed from before. Almost uncannily chipper he piped up. "So, you're back. Quick and efficient, I can get behind that. Though what matters is what you actually did. What did you see, and what is that in your hands? A bomb of some kind? Some kind of weapon with an innocent disguise? Sate my curiosity if you would." Bass with a completely straight and deadpan face just gave the guy the blunt version of what they had discovered and recovered. " This is a bouncy ball." Silence. The guy controlling the lights must've felt the impact of the statement, one could hear the sucking in of air in some corner of the room followed by a pained "ooooh..." as if imagining how angry the supposed Mr. Johnson would be. Getting a thousand yard stare back from their employer, Bass decided to get the rest of what needed to be shared out of the way. Though surprisingly he'd be interrupted. "I'll look the other way and assume it was all that you could safely bring over. Now, I asked you to collect information. You've done this, yes? I see that you're holding some notes there." He said, referencing to the notes Taras had written that were now firmly held between Bass's right pinky and ring finger. The pages didn't have their contents visible to their employer at the moment, but in just a moment their contents would be revealed as Bass went to put them down. " Yep, right here." Setting the stack down the agent would pick them up. Immediately upon reading the first one a visible bead of sweat formed on his forehead. The second one caused a vein to bulge, the third enticed his eyes to widen until they were visible behind his secret-service like sunglasses. By the end he looked practically wounded, and just extended his hand over the table and dropped all of the notes so they fluttered mostly onto it, but some fell to the sides. "These notes tell us almost nothing. Who wrote these?" Bass thumbed over towards Queen Taras. " She did to the best of her ability, sir. Certainly you don't have an issue hiring martial arts to commit corporate sabotage and are wounded when you receive sub-par results. We took the job, but it's your responsibility as an employer to find out if we're qualified. I did the best I could with the means I had and this is what I deducted I could safely recover without drawing attention or breaking out cover." He said pointing to the bouncy ball.
Meanwhile, she was tasked with taking notes. On the bright side, no harm no foul. Think of this as a lesson in conduct. Next time you won't hire people without doing background checks, we do have skills- we're not miracle workers. I don't expect payment for thi-" Immediately the wounded employer spat out. "-Good, because you're not getting anything. Get the hell out of here, I don't want to see your face again. And brat-" He said looking towards Taras. Though something wise clicked in him- he was currently cussing out a martial artists capable of barbecuing him with a single spicy gust of air. He fell quiet at that point and just repeated. "Get out... Oh, but first. You have the dead drop we gave you, right? That could be used as evidence against us." Looking towards Taras, Bass didn't know exactly what her take would be. There were a few options considering she held the key. The best or worst could come to pass, but for the most part they were in a pretty good situation and were immune to any proper action given they'd technically fulfilled their job and offered not to be paid. " As for what I have, the remote for the toy's here but the rat was captured. It's no big deal since it was probably the only normal item I requested. Though the security key might be a different issue, being as hot tempered as she is my partner here may have gone in a little... Energetically and gotten herself on several cameras. Considering the heat we needed to shake I couldn't afford to wait for all of the footage to be deleted. I just plugged it in and we legged it." A fist slammed on the desk. "GET OUT! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!" Raising his hands in surrender, the Namekian span around on his heels and started to move towards the door. Whether or not Taras followed was up to her, but Bass was off to a much more important meeting. Of course, there was a question on if their employer would act irrationally and put a private hit on them during their short trip through Pilaf Land, but... Maybe it would go just fine. Even if it didn't, fighting was their specialty. 1,227 9,436 Queen Taras
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Post by Queen Taras on Dec 5, 2020 1:30:24 GMT -8
Taras noticed the strange behaviour of the Pilaf mascots, of course. The woman might not be well-educated, but her instincts were extremely sharp. She didn’t even consciously recognise why she was paying more attention to them, but the Queen’s hackles were raised. She knew that what they were walking into here was likely to be an extremely stressful situation. But, at the end of the day, she had to trust that Bass knew what he was doing. He still seemed quite relaxed, and what was it that was truly on the line? Worst case scenario, she’d make some enemies and wouldn’t get a payday. Well, she already had more money in her pocket than she’d ever had before from doing the legitimate work, and she doubted either Pilaf Corp or their mysterious employer would be anywhere near as dangerous as the Fist of the South Star. She had far more dangerous enemies already.
Perhaps surprisingly, Taras listens, patiently, as Bass presented their findings and spoke on her behalf to their employer. The man’s gradual, building frustration was painfully obvious to behold – and if he had just held his tongue, perhaps Taras would have been able to swallow her anger at the critique. But he just had to call her a brat.
Bass walked out of the room, but Taras stayed standing there, her head slightly bowed which cast a shadow over her eyes. It took the executive several moments to realise that this weird little contractor hadn’t actually followed his shouted command to get out. When he did, he repeated:
“Hey, are you stupid?! I said GO!”
“Just who do you think you are talking to?!”
Taras leapt from the ground and came down hard on the meeting room table. Immediately, he backed up. The tiny voice in the back of his head which had warned him he was pushing things too far was now screaming, and he held up both his hands defensively.
“I didn’t mean—”
“I did EVERYTHING you asked, and you think you can break your word?! I’m the Dragon Queen! You should be grateful that I don’t have any ketchup here, or you’d already be barbecue you stupid stuffed shirt! Now empty your pockets!” “What-“
“EMPTY THEM!”
What followed was by far the most humiliating meeting of Mr. Johnson’s life. He found himself being literally hoisted from his feet and shaken over the tiny woman’s head, his jacket torn off, and his pockets forcibly emptied. She wound up with his wallet, ID, keys, and phone. The man’s impeccable hair rendered into a frazzled mess, and his very expensive suit torn and ripped in several places from the overenthusiastic shaking. He wasn’t even going to be leaving here with the ball and the notes. He could have the torn clothes on his back, and he could be grateful for them.
“Consider yourself lucky.” She spat down at him, “Bass might be the forgiving type, but if you ever even think about saying another word to me, I’ll do more than just take everything you have! I’ll have your HEAD! Now GET OUT!”
It was a pleasing power play to shout at him to leave the place that he had set up as the meeting, but the man was happy to be dismissed. Traumatised by his brush with death, he fled the room at top speed, leaving Taras to look at her ill-gotten gains. She honestly had no idea what most of this stuff was. It wasn’t as though she had a bank account, so the cards in his wallet were just plastic rectangles, and the phone was a useless black rectangle – she gnawed on it a bit just to test it, but that didn’t make it do anything interesting.
Still. She wasn’t leaving empty handed, and the fact that she’d taken things from the man who had dared to speak to her like that was good enough to assuage her bruised ego. So, perhaps five minutes after he had left, she followed along after Bass, bouncing the ball that they had been sent to steal as she went.
“Hey.” She said, falling into step behind him. “This thing is actually really fun. I don’t know what that guy’s problem was. If he wanted something secret and cool, you’d have thought he’d be jumping for joy. Look at what I can do!”
She swung her legs up, and straddling the ball, she bounced along on top of it – the orb just about large enough that it could support her and the Queen could make it ‘hop’ at walking speed. She grinned from ear to ear, clearly very proud of herself for discovering this fun little ‘trick’.
“If he wasn’t going to pay us, I see no reason why he should get off easy, especially for wasting our time! He had a few thousand zeni in his wallet, and this stuff, do you want any of it?”
She offered up the spoils. She had no idea what either of them would actually want with his keys, his security-locked (now slightly gnawed) phone, or his other valuables. But the point wasn’t to take them for their own sake, it was to take them away from him and add to his humiliation.
Of course, this went two ways. On the one hand, he was certainly going to try and recover his stuff now, or at least recover some dignity by having them killed – that was a near certainty in this cutthroat world. Taras had injured his honour and made a mockery of his role in the shadowy power structure of the underworld. That kind of wound could not go unanswered.
But at the same time, she’d recovered his wallet and his ID. There was no question that Pilaf Corp would be able to track down precisely who had been pulling their strings, and if he didn’t move very quickly, park security would be able to make sure he never left Pilaf Land.
If Mr. Johnson survived all of this, he’d certainly have learned a valuable lesson about how one talks to ‘assets’ in this industry!
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Post by Bass on Dec 5, 2020 11:45:52 GMT -8
As the metallic doors hissed shut behind the Namekian and Taras was absent, he fell quiet and simply listened with his hands lightly resting within his pocket. With his senses and her shouting, it wasn't too difficult to put together what the scene actually looked like. Whatever the Namekians thoughts were on the matter certainly only showed through lack of showing anything, a flat expression that maintained a thousand yard stare looking away from the door. When he heard the scampering of feet and conclusion to their situation, he'd blink out of existence and appear at a natural-ish point for where he'd have been if he was walking. He already had what he needed, that security bypass chip wasn't in Pilaf Corp's terminal, it was in his pocket. Hearing Taras greet him eventually, he'd glance over his shoulder towards her before continuing to walk. Though he'd comment on the cutting edge toy. " For the most part I think you'll get to keep that, but I'd be careful flaunting it around until you're out of Pilaf Land. Some people might know what to look for and make a case against Pilaf Corp for what's about to go down." The Namekian said as he rounded a corner. A mascot was practically looming there and quickly shuffled away when they came into direct view. Listening to her frustrations and her subsequent questions he'd rub the back of his neck and proceed to respond. " It wasn't about him getting off easy, it was about us getting off easy. Sure, we can punch our way through the world of commerce but our reputations will get ruined. You want to be a Queen that people can admire and respect yeah? Not fear, despise, and plot against. That guy is going to be one of your people one day if you walk that road to its end. We would've been mostly left alone after today, and honestly I should still be fine, but you've probably just riled them up. At least it doesn't really interfere with where our paycheck is really coming from. As for having anything, I'm good." Snapping around another corner, he'd pinch the ear of a Pilaf mascot and pull him in closer. " Psst, where's the meeting?" There was a muffled response of some kind, indicating where they needed to go. Giving a nod he'd start heading in a slightly different direction until he was ushered into a building by a few Pilaf Corp employees in striped suits. This place was more spacious, lighted and comfortable compared to the strange dark chamber they'd been in prior. Moving through several rooms until they arrived at a simple desk Bass would take a seat as several agents came around to the other side. One of them spoke first. "So, we've received the footage. Do you have any other evidence?" On cue, Bass would fish out the security bypass chip from his pocket and set it down on the desk. He'd follow up with a response. " This should allow you to track down the organization responsible given enough investigation. I'd have given you more, but we both know when something just looks too good. I'm looking forward to helping each other out more in the future, Pilaf Corp has proven responsible more than these shady contractors have." One of the other agents nodded, taking the chip and fiddling with it. The agent wore a pair of gloves to ensure the evidence wasn't smudged or negatively affected by his poking and prodding. Then the third leaned forward. "So, the payout. You were right, it's only natural that the Pilaf Corporation has some of the best insurance coverage in the world with how broad our operations are. Corporate Sabotage and Corporate Espionage if provable is some of the most lucrative among those payouts, and direct footage..." He'd say, pulling out a device with a recording on it that very much showed an overhead view of Taras zipping around various rooms like a bullet. Claw marks appeared on walls, sticky notes were placed around, such and so forth. Thankfully and perhaps part of why this could work is her face wasn't visible given how short she was, her ping-pong antics and the cameras being mounted to corners of the room at the ceiling level. "This alone is enough to warrant a serious claim, but the device you've given us will allow us to point to a culprit and prove it's another corporation trying to harm our company. Now, what is your price?" Bass was quick to respond, having been waiting for the opportunity. " Fifty-Percent." There was silence, the first agent flipped a page in his notepad and scribbled something down with a thoughtful expression. "Let's see... We can do forty percent, but not fifty. After all there are some very real damages caused by your friend here that need to be repaired, plus the toy research that was..." He tiredly glanced to the ball that was likely within eyesight- if not, the agent wouldn't do such a thing. "Confiscated. Yes, it was irrevocably confiscated. We'll need to pay to replace it since it was stolen." Bass gave a nod of his head, that checked out. The ball coming back would be suspicious if it happened so soon, not to mention with nothing missing they wouldn't have as surefire a case as they'd have otherwise. "Well, so long as we don't find the ball within the next seventy two hours we can proceed to the payout if you're comfortable with forty percent. So?" Bass thought for a moment longer before responding. " Sure, forty percent- but I'd also like the Pilaf Corporation to permit me to set up an entertainment business in Pilaf Land. As an extension of that, be business partners. Finally, don't demote or fire the security guard, just temporarily relocate him to another facility." Tapping his pen against the desk several times, the center-most agent spoke up. "I'll need to make a call, but chances are you'll get what you want." And sure enough after a quick phone call he would nod his head. "Forty percent of the insurance payout, an official Pilaf business partnership and permission to build a business in Pilaf Land. And... Sure, the security guy will be fine." " Deal." Said Bass. And then the zeni was revealed. The cases practically glowed with divine power, as revealed inside... Was millions, and millions, of zeni. Surely they'd have to celebrating with a massive thanksgiving feast after this. Delicious food, good friends, good company. 1,086 11,566/11,200 (x2 Multi-Pass) Queen Taras
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