Broker paused in her work to release a small sigh at the first message received from Problem Child. She hadn't actually expected to receive the whole amount, but in negotiation you were supposed to high ball your estimate so the parties could haggle to an acceptable number. The offer was ludicrous, though Problem Child's response did give some indication to her capabilities if her main issue was time, not procuring the actual amount in question.
"Meh, maybe I'm just thinking too much into it. Mysteries make people- Wow."Then came the stream of files that she had requested, something Broker hadn't expected to receive and certainly didn't expect to get such a glut of information. If not for her own morally questionable activities of a mercantile sort there may have been reason to question why there were all of these detailed dossiers on in game characters for the Sweepers and Ebony Strykers. Maybe if this game didn't determine their future prosperity in life there wouldn't be so much effort put into it, but Broker of Fortune had to impressed by the time and manpower that must have been put into gathering all of this.
"Heh, that bastard thinks he can conquer the world with a paltry mechanized division and the lowest grunts in all the game?! Would love to see the look on his face when..." Broker paused, an oft ignored section of chat seeming to explode with activity. She quickly expanded the window and perused the last few minutes of activity. After sifting through the typical deluge of comments that ranged from anti-semetic to marginally informative, a picture of what was going on in the world began to form.
"...seriously?" >
Dealer's choice: Okay, first thing I have to say is that I have not even had a chance to mobilize yet, so none of this is my fault. Second...yeah, that in-fighting you didn't want? Well someone named Abyss Walker just started a civil war between Black Strykers and the Sweepers. I'll see what I can to do about, well, quelling that, but at this rate the Black City is going to be a failed State. Hopefully I can get Eclipse Princess and my guild to help drop the hammer on this before the city is reduced to rubble...on the plus side, this is going to put a lot of pressure on Arms Slave and his ability to lead.Even as she sent the message, Broker of Fortune was in motion, stuffing the completed bomb and a dozen HE shells into her inventory before clambering into the tank and starting it up.
"Why are their four pedals if there are six directions?" Moving beyond the bizarre minutia of tankery, as there really wasn't time with everything that needed to be done, Broker straightened her cap before opening up the guild tab of her chat.
Guild Chat:Broker of Fortune: Ladies and Gentleman, our good friends in the Black Guild seem to be having a tiff with the Sweepers and are about to trash that city we love to trade with. If we let this go on, the Blue Guild is going to find itself sans a source of income that Titania-sama is very fond of, and I'll be damned to let that happen while we have the best damn player base in Deep Ground ready to set things straight. Till Titania or Absinthe take charge, I'm calling for everyone here to load up at the motor pool and get a column moving to the Black City. we have XP on the table, and there is a lot of motorized targets out there that would make lovely practice fodder for these tanks of ours, people. Move out!A thunderous roar erupted in the workshop as the tank sprang to life, exhaust belching forth to produce the intoxicating aroma of grisly combat to come. If all went well, then a sizeable force would be moving out to suppress the conflict, thus earning some brownie points for the Blue Guild as well as showing off their power to the other players around DGO.
And with a show of force like this, our recruitment numbers will be through the roof. Titania-sama will be overjoyed, the guild will be awash with riches, and there will be plenty work to get paid for going around- Oh, should probably tell them about this.To: Rook
From: Broker of Fortune
Subject: Need a Ride?
Mobilizing the Blue Guild to put down some trouble brewing in the Black City. If you want in, then get to the Black City or find something fast enough to catch our column on the way the way their.
We aren't looking to conquer anything, but we need this conflict dead and buried before a civil war gets into full swing. Still, there is going to be plenty of EXP up for grabs, so try and catch up with us. Also, make sure to smash any of the Black Guild's or Sweeper's vehicles if you see them.
To: Eclipse Princess
From: Broker of Fortune
Subject: Helping Hand
We don't know each other, but I'm aware of your reputation, which is why I'm messaging you. If you are still in the Black City, then you already know some of what is going on already in the world at the moment and I won't keep you too distracted.
What you need to know is that you were right about Arms Slave. He's up to something real nasty that will bring down all the Guild's until the Sweeper's are the only one's left, and it's all under the pretense of eliminating Outlaws when in reality he's aiming for world conquest. I'm attaching the attack plans I had smuggled out of the Black Guild and the Sweepers, but I need your help.
The Blue Guild is coming to try and suppress the civil war before it gets too far, but we need to use it to take out Arms Slave and his motorized army. You're a Stryker, and if the word is to be believed, still an Outlaw.
Please, for all of our sakes, you need to destroy his motor pool before Arms Slave can organize his invasion of all the zones. If it isn't stopped now, then no one will be beyond the Sweeper's reach ever again.
And if you happen to need a new guild after this, well, the Blue Guild could use a Valkyrur to lead these tanks in battle.
A pleased grin formed on her face as the rumble of other engines of destruction rose from other. If Eris managed to do their job for them, then Broker would be there to clean up the mess and support her with overwhelming firepower. If she didn't, then the Blue Guild is the savior of the day. With so many spinning plates in action, it was going to be difficult to keep things straight long enough to finish the job, but as the old saying goes...
He who dares, wins.
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