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| Talk.; PMS - Penguin Island. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 31 2010, 02:42 PM (254 Views) | |
| altoh | May 31 2010, 02:42 PM Post #1 |
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The sky shadowed a rosy red and a sickly sweet orange down on the coastline of Penguin Island. The birds floated, looking for a distastefully discarded meal or some fish, though it is quite a wonder that the birds still exist now. The small, virtual window overlooking the scenery closed, and Hearts replaced it with another window in the Vigna Ronah's HUD. Contact. Outside, the seven lances of Hearts' mobile suit gleamed, playful gold ornaments twinkling and giving off an air of irreverence, in contrast to the supposed "royal" feel of the unit. Intending to remain to not be taken as a threat, Stark Von Hearts opened the communication channel to the base of Private Military Solutions, as per the protocol. He wasn't able to see the base with the suit's optics, but he only had a limited view of the island. Better to contact them early than late. "This is Vigna Ronah of Heartbreaker, requesting landing permission at Penguin Island and instructions. I'm here for my appointment." Although the modus operandi of PMS and the etiquette of its leader was attractive, Hearts couldn't help but wonder how smoothly the talks will go; This is something that will be quite risky, after all. Risky, and odd. |
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| Trog | May 31 2010, 03:57 PM Post #2 |
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"Vigna Ronah? Heartbreaker?" one tower controller said in confusion. "Who's that?" "That's not a who, it's a what," another said to him. "That's Stark von Hearts and Heartbreaker is his company. The general has an appointment with him, dipstick." "Oh, right," the first man said, blushing. "Vigna Ronah, this is Penguin Island Control, request acknowledged. We're sending a pair of our mobile suits to escort you to our VIP hangar, with your permission." "I'll get Zippers and Fred out there," a third controller stated. "Mick, get in touch with the base and let them know the general's appointment is here." |
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| altoh | May 31 2010, 04:59 PM Post #3 |
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Hearts slightly smiled, amused by the anonymous controller's ignorance of his company. It was quite natural, really. Despite being a famous talent agency in ORB, most of HEARTBREAKER's fame and market remains in ORB. There are several fans overseas, but in general large-scale expansion efforts in the idol industry had been met with failure. However, a Catch-22 is attached to the prospect of doing nothing but remaining in ORB's market. The industry faces stagnation, and eventually the company will fall into obscurity when it exhausts its personnel and audience. But this is best saved for the actual talk he's soon to have. "Roger that. I'll be waiting at the coordinates I'm transmitting in a moment." And the Vigna Ronah stands hovering, its thrusters consuming fuel to do nothing but idle in the sky. |
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| Trog | May 31 2010, 05:46 PM Post #4 |
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"So nice to be out of the office, if only for a few minutes," Odessa said to herself as she sat in the Victory Gundam's cockpit, fiddling with radio settings. "Ma'am, Mr. von Hearts is waiting to see you," an officer said through a hardline. "We've got a couple of Dolls escorting him to your position." If only for a few minutes indeed. Since the King Cobra and her crew were captured, the work just never seemed to stop for long. "Good. I'll be waiting to greet him," Odessa thanked. "Have a car waiting in case we need to go back to my office." She sighed and opened the hatch to wait for Stark von Hearts to arrive. The picture she'd been sent of his mobile suit was very interesting; there weren't a lot of mobile suits that had such pleasing aesthetics these days, but style was a luxury, it seemed, that Mr. von Hearts could afford. |
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| altoh | May 31 2010, 06:09 PM Post #5 |
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Quite soon after, the suit's landing step echoed throughout the hangar of Penguin Island. The unit straightened itself from the slight kneel it took to brace itself against the landing, and ceased the many tiny vibrations it emitted, as a sign of activity. Following the distinctive hiss of decompressed air and opening of the hatch, Stark Von Hearts descended with a foot on the base of a winch and an arm on the rope. It was recognizable to be Von Hearts due to the distinct lack of piloting uniform or gear on his person; rather instead, the man in question was wearing a much simpler garb as opposed to the almost-flagrant and lovingly stylized etchings on the actual mobile suit. A much lighter step echoed throughout the hangar, this time from Von Hearts' own feet. He looked up towards the woman he saw in the cockpit of the particular white mobile suit facing his own. Another distinctive suit. A Gundam. Quite a charged word. "Gundam." "..." |
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| Trog | May 31 2010, 06:21 PM Post #6 |
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"Yep, that's him," Odessa thought to herself. "He's the only person who'd be wearing a business suit in a military hangar." She straightened up her uniform as well as she could, but only had a brief moment. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. von Hearts," Odessa said, extending her hand in greeting. "I'm very interested to hear why a talent agency in Orb has business with a mercenary group in South America." |
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| altoh | May 31 2010, 08:32 PM Post #7 |
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[OOC NOTE - This next post is huge, because I'm collaborating with Draco on IRC to post it. It's both his and mine combined efforts to save time etc] Choosing a more proper and conservative approach, Hearts chose to shook Bryand's hand in return as opposed to kneeling and lightly kissing it. He wanted to wait until he knew members of this military group better. Smiling lightly, Hearts responded. "I have no qualms discussing the matter right here, right now. However...perhaps we can instead take the car? I imagine it'd be more comfortable for the conversation ahead." "The car is fine with me," Odessa said, pulling the keys out of her pocket. "But nobody drives but me." He had no problems with the situation, or the statement. "Completely fine. Would you mind giving me a tour of the city, then?" As his sentence ended, his feet began moving as he took a stroll towards the car. "It's not a huge city," Odessa said. "Only ten-thousand people, but it's big enough for our purposes. Hearts responded. "I can't help but notice that it is still fairly prosperous. Quite a rarity in these times." The car started with a satisfying purr and Odessa set the air to a comfortable setting. "Yeah, it got real lucky to survive the end of the war. And since it used to be mainly a resort town, there wasn't much to take once the world was too dangerous for vacations. Or at least, that's what the native workers told me when we first moved in. Things weren't bad when we arrived, but they're definitely better, especially when we found a new desalinization plant to make more clean water." Shifting a little in the back seat, Hearts nodded. "That's very fortunate. Ms. Bryand, you asked me earlier as to why a talent agency in ORB would have interest in a private military company in South America. Yes?" "Indeed. As far as I can tell, nobody I work with has starlet potential and based on some the excuses I hear nobody's a very believable actor either." Hearts quipped. "It's relieving to know that the leader of PMS possesses a sense of humor." "It's important to keep a sense of humor, healthy or otherwise, when you're in the business of war. You need to learn to laugh no matter what or eventually some hardship's going to grind you into sand." He smirked. Perhaps he has something he can relate with to Bryand after all. "Agreed. In any case...As you said earlier, the world is now a bit more dangerous today. For better or for worse, our societies have experienced many shocks that we have not recovered from. There are many aspects of living that remained the same. But there are many beliefs and prejudices that changed. ...And one of the things that are changing is the public perception of private military companies." Hearts spoke more pointedly. "And you've confirmed my suspicions. First seen as a necessary evil, your firm and others are transforming your reputations either knowingly, or unknowingly into something more than hired guns. Having managed a coexistence with this island nation is quite an achievement for Private Military Solutions, Ms. Bryand." "Professional Military Solution, Mr. von Hearts." Hearts coughed. "Excuse my slip, please." "We've had to change a lot lately, especially after our original leader was captured on the mainland while helping a client establish a den of anti-Coordinator sentiment." "Ever since most of the original employees were caught at Fort Tantalus, it's been up to me to provide this company with a mission and that mission is to do something to bring order back to the world." "It sounds sort of arrogant, saying our mission is to save the world, isn't it?" she added with a wink. The young man laughed, clearly with amusement. "...No. If you have the means to do so then others who are jealous should challenge you and prove you wrong. My visit here is to offer to help ease the pain of the change your organization will inevitably bring to the world." He continued. "Through a mutual coexistence, I believe we can advance each other's goals. I understand if this seems quite sudden and unsavory to be proposed to by a member of the entertainment industry in ORB." "I appreciate the sentiment. We haven't had much trouble here since we began operations, but several of our operatives on the mainland have been attacked by the various mercenaries and pirates that still roam there unchecked." "I do have to wonder what it is you hope to gain from helping us with our future public relations issues though." Stark Von Hearts leaned forward. "Quite simple. We hope to do what many business entities seek to do. Create new markets for our products." "Ah." Hearts continued to speak after the brief pause. "Were you privy to my inquiry regarding landing clearance at your base?" "Only that you had arrived. I'd left orders that you were to be permitted entry whenever you arrived." "And when I informed the crew of my company's name, they had little idea. Is it not odd that my company claims to be so large, to be so wealthy, but receive little to no recognition worldwide?" Hearts again briefly paused for a response. Which he got moments later. "I can't speak for any particular individual's knowledge, though I do have a couple of your company's products, but when we arrived there was little import/export business going on." "Until we arrived to help this city, there weren't a lot of entertainment shops that weren't exclusively selling local-made products." "It was only recently that people in this city have had access to music, television, and the like younger than ten years old." Hearts responded. "...And do you know what my competitors back in ORB wish to do with this market? And various others that are just recently re-opening after an abyss spent without popular culture? Nothing. Nothing at all." Von Hearts relaxed a little, leaning back. "The entertainment industry in ORB is quite secluded and is approaching the point of stagnation." He then briefly paused, noticing Odessa starting to speak. "I can't say I blame them. A one-city market with, as far as anyone in ORB knows, no money to spend? A good public relations campaign WOULD do this city some good now that I think about it." Sensing a hook from her, Hearts continued. "There is no initiative being done in ORB for these cities. A clever man can exploit even a market with very little spending power and plant the seeds for future growth." And Von Hearts finally spoke of his proposition. "And that is why, I have arrived here today to talk with you. I would like to lead my company into establishing these new markets and at the same time, using them to stimulate further growth in the domestic front. By covering Professional Military Solutions, we can expand into new products and encourage mutual growth of both our parties' global recognition and global image." He quickly added. "Of course, this will not be a one-sided exchange." "Naturally. We get our publicity and you get access to our island's disposable income? Anything I'm missing?" Hearts resumed. "With your permission, I would like to enroll as a pilot in your organization. Utilizing the new knight that will symbolize Heartbreaker's push to solidify and spread this new image that your organization has created. Of course, we will compensate you with a portion of our revenue." "Hmm..." Odessa had to think it over. "Do you have any training in actual combat piloting?" "Yes. But I can understand your feeling pensive about a..."salaryman"... stepping into a weapon of mass destruction. While this is mainly a public relations push, I do understand that warfare is a completely serious matter. While I have little real experience, I am willing to undergo further training as needed." "That's good to hear. I've seen what happens when unskilled, untrained amateurs climb blindly into a cockpit." She mulled it over for another moment. "While we can work the details out later, I think it's safe to say we have an agreement." Stark Von Hearts smiled. "Excellent. I believe this will be the start of a very bright future for both of us." Edited by altoh, May 31 2010, 08:44 PM.
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