[hr] [center][h1][color=red][b]TSDC[/b][/color][/h1][/center] [hr] [b]TSDC Headquarters; Office of CEO Argus[/b] Argus read over the message from La Parranda. Although unity in a time like this would prove valuable, particularly forming a tighter knit community of organizations to better survive, these people were ultimately questionable. He would have to tread lightly with them… He put that aside and checked the communication from TPT. This was interesting. He feared the worst in that he may have to leave the headquarters; security would have to be maximum. A packer was required to do it, as that was the only aircraft available that would suit the defensive requirements. It would also mean that he would have to miss the meeting with La Parranda. Some calls had to be made. The first was to his security chief. “Darron, prepare the Jump Corps, a packer, some escort aircraft and a pair of BeamBlasters. I’m going to Elysium.” With that order on call, he sent one more message to Howard. “Howard, I need you to take care of a deal. This deal will be with La Parranda. Concede to lighter arms and things that we haven’t been able to sell, but don’t sell the highest level items and make sure they don’t get many, if any, 55k’s, Rippers, the like. You know the drill.” Before preparing to set off to what he knew would be a dropship waiting for him on the ground, he sent a response to La Parranda and another to TPT. [hider=Private Channel Message, TSDC Corp. -> "La Parranda"] [color=lightgreen] Broadcast sent from TSDC Network… Decrypting… Sent Message to -> [Response Value #9006] Portv2001 TSDC will hear your offer. We intend to make contact in one week at 6:00PM; either I or my officer Howard Oleman will respond to the call. --Argus, CEO [/color] [color=red]--END OF TRANSMISSION--[/color] [hider=Back End Error Report] [color=red]**SECURITY_ERROR:SIGNATURE_CORPORATE_LINK_INCONSISTANT(Linkage to Local Port 244 < Registered to "Hephaestus CORP"; Read "La Parranda" --Error Overwritten // "IT Error. Jason, fix it!"[/color] [/hider] [/hider] [hider=Private Channel Message, TSDC Corp. -> TPT Corp.] [color=lightgreen] Broadcast sent from TSDC Network… Decrypting… Sent Message to -> Portv4001 I will be arriving soon; please note that I will have a packer with me along with some escort aircraft and the Jump Corps to secure the area. Can't be too careful in a time like this. --Argus, CEO [/color] [color=red]--END OF TRANSMISSION--[/color] [/hider] [b]TSDC First Lab; Weapon Testing Zone[/b] A transport sat in the middle of a private road, a little ways out of the lab area but still in a relatively secure zone. Figures were spread across the small dunes around the vehicle, men wearing suits and pointing guns at it. Of course, all of this was a simulation in real time - the transport was an experimental ambush device, and the figures were all test dummies that had fake equipment emitting signals that would befit soldiers. Indeed, it was two experiments in one; an ambushing transport and men to fake manpower that TSDC was woefully lacking, due to employees slowly dropping off various locations - some reports even said that some of them were deserting to the FBM. Ghastly business indeed, but Logan steeled himself to the matter at hand. He gave the signal for the transport to do, hopefully, what many other tests had shown before in simulation form. He watched with his staff of technicians at what would happen next. Out the top of the transport came a turret, 24 barrels pointing 360 degrees, almost stuffed together, expanding as they came up to a barrel pointing upwards in the course of 5 seconds. Logan gave a final signal over the network. Blaster rounds, lightweight grenades, blaster shots and a few light duty bombs erupted from each of the barrels, striking everything around it, with some shots going deep into the desert, another set blasting near the distant camera, and creating a dust cloud that made it difficult to see what was going on. From the top barrel came a single explosive, launching up in the sky, splitting up and coming down, creating almost a wall of fire around the radius of the “bogie” transport. One of the close blasts had dislocated the camera. The chaos was created and in under 20 seconds. Some leftover explosions rose over the noise of the fire. Logan stood back with a staff of technicians. “Sloppy, perhaps lacking in range. But still...” he noted of the 40 or so false soldiers, 2 still sent signals. One of the technicians spoke up. “We can outfit transports with this special module pretty quickly. If a convoy was sent out with them, we could have them prepped in 24 hours.” Logan considered this. Nobody paid much attention to it, but Argus was near the brink of his 55th birthday. What better present than to give him reports of failed terrorist ambushes? “Put this on the side, too. The boss is going to start a new project, he hasn’t given me many details, but we can deploy these new goodies along with it.” [hr] [b]Elysium City Border; Harasser Green Two[/b] The driver of the Harasser had changed course a bit. Going to the Safezone would be too far; ultimately, Elysium would at least be faster. Hopefully he could get there without having a warzone. In any rate, he needed orders. As he approached the city, gunfire and continued battle was evident, with the distant view of hordes of civilians attacking what seemed to be corporate personnel in the distance. taking a risk, he sent a small signal to the main local corporate channel, a generic “Help” distress signal. [hr] [b]TSDC Headquarters; Dropship and Transport Launch Zone[/b] Hackett had been a veteran of the Jump Corps for many years before becoming its supervisor. On this day, he awaited the CEO’s arrival, along with 24 Corpsmen and two BeamBlasters in tow. A set of 4 fighters would be providing support. He spotted Argus coming through the set of main doors of the Headquarters. “Security is prepared, sir, we can be off in 5 minutes and arrive in not too long.” Argus gave a casual nod and boarded one of the transports. Darron looked to the Corps and the BeamBlasters. “Alright, gents, move out!” As the forces moved into the packer, he sent a signal for liftoff to the packer and to the escort. he watched as they made their way across the sky, eventually vanishing into the setting sun.