Corporate Defiance

[Azaar]

Just before you reach the doors, the one on the left opens to reveal a dark-skinned male human, which all of you know by sight: Verrin Caine, one of the chief figures of the third ring of Sector. He looks over all of you and shakes his head. "You're late," he finally says, moving back within. "Of course, I'm sure you were all gawking at Tifa, so I can't say I'm too surprised."

The triangular room area is fairly sizable: perhaps a little more than half the size of the Seventh Heaven Cantina building itself. Five doors line each of the two opposing walls from where you entered. The central area itself seems fairly comfortable, all things considered -- a pair of half-circle sofas surround a holo-transceiver, while other various and sundry entertainment items are arranged about the room.

Verrin Caine is only one of two people waiting in the room. The other is a female Zabrak, sitting on one of the half-circle sofas. She glances up, azure eyes looking at each of you in turn, and nods politely.

"This is Cayla Toth," Caine says, introducing the female Zabrak. "Cayla is going to be your all-service tech support, as it were, and complete the new cell we're forming here in Parsec VII. So, take a seat, introduce yourselves if you haven't already, and we'll get started."

 

[Dire Lemming]

Vincent sighs and removes a long case that has been strapped to his back before taking a seat. He looks around at the others, realizing that he is the only one that hasn't had any sort of introduction. "Vincent Valik." he says curtly.

 

[penance]

Krandor swoops though the door, and nods curtly at Caine. "Nicccce to work with you again, Caine. Hopefully thiss time there will be lesssss of a body count." With that remark, he walks to one of the walls and leans against it.

 

[Bloodweaver1]

R.c.

"R.C. tis the name." Chimes the blue haired women, "And if it needs to be taken apart, put together or blown up, I'm your girl." Says R.C. with a smile all the while still spinning her hydospanner between her fingers.

 

[Rhun]

"I'm Cydarius Rath," says the athletic, dark haired man again, for those that hadn't heard him above. He takes a seat upon one of the couches. "I do a little of this, and a little of that." He shrugs, and relaxes into the comfortable cushions.

 

[Azaar]

Verrin Caine glances at Krandor, and the faintest of smirks appears on his face for a split second, then disappears. "Okay, I imagine by now you're used to shifting about for new cell formation -- otherwise, you wouldn't have risen from the Gungan fodder of Sector V up this far to Sector III." Obviously, Caine doesn't think much of Gungans. "That said, your designation is one that I know you all will absolutely hate and despise because of recent history. Effectively immediately, you are Sector III - Cell 42*."

Caine gives you all a moment to digest that before going on. "Normally, Sector would assign you a cell leader. Instead, however, we're going to try something a little different. You're all big boys and girls now, so we're going to let you be democratic and decide amongst yourselves who will lead this little outfit.

"I'll say this: if you're worried about security, don't be. Tifa's owned the Seventh Heaven for nearly a decade now, and was part of a group who assisted Sector from time to time before our... offensive two years ago -- she lost several good friends in that battle trying to help us. This was their base of operations in that time, and MarTech never came close to finding them. This is the safest and most secure safehouse you will find in all of Parsec VII."

Caine pauses for a moment. "I'm sure you all have questions. Now's the time to ask."

[sblock=*OOC History Recap]Two years ago was when Sector initiated an offensive against MarTech. Every member of Sector III - Cell 42 was lost in that offensive; in the two years since, Sector III - Cell 42 has had the rather dubious distinction of winding up with an extremely high ratio of deaths in-mission compared to every other Sector cell in existence on Darkness.[/sblock]

 

[Dire Lemming]

Vincent's eyes widen for a moment at the mention of their cell number but he otherwise remains silent as Caine speaks. He apparently does not have any questions.

 

[penance]

Upon hearing the cell designation, Krandor cracks one of his signature grins. "Ah, sso we get to choose our own designationssss thiss time? I will be content with the role of weapons master; my ambition is not to lead." He shifts his position to take a long glance at Cydarius. "Of these humansss, that 'Rath' sseemssss like the mosst... balenccced of them. Quessstionss aren't my forte. Jusst tell me what you want ussss to do."

 

[Dire Lemming]

Krandor's words seem to spark a thought in Vincent (or just any thought at all) and he suddenly sits up. "The Trando brings up a point Caine. Why are we here? What's the deal with these exceptions?"

 

[Bloodweaver1]

"I'll say this: if you're worried about security, don't be. Tifa's owned the Seventh Heaven for nearly a decade now, and was part of a group who assisted Sector from time to time before our... offensive two years ago -- she lost several good friends in that battle trying to help us. This was their base of operations in that time, and MarTech never came close to finding them. This is the safest and most secure safehouse you will find in all of Parsec VII."

"Pfth!" Squils the cute blue haird girl. Quickly recomposing herself, "I'm not surprised. MarTech troops are like broken protocal droids. Cross a few wires, push the right buttons and you can make them do and believe anything." She explains as she leans against one of the wall with her arms crossed. "She is the one who taught me on how to handle those lugnuts." She chuckles again, this time a bit loader and then says, "I mean once a MarTech gaurd was asking me questions and I retorded back, 'You don't play with a full deck do you?' AND you know what he said back? 'Sorry Ms. I don't play cards, against MarTech regulations.'" She lets out a pretty heafty laugh as she remembers the day. She still laughs even if no one else really does.