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FetzenGoldenrod, Elysium
Salandra frowned at the screen, she doubted the message she was about to send would be to her own standards. But managing almost everything from domestic disputes, to security breaches, to finally RnD complaints; took its toll. With little time to spare, she didn't waste a second longer, confirming the command to send the message.
Salandra grabbed her gray coat off the back of her chair, and headed down to the Greyhound transport that awaited. Eight Members of SOU awaited her by the Greyhound, along with Anderson and Kailie Sojurn. As she approached closer the well armed soldiers stood to attention four by four.
She politely smiled to her detail saying "At ease", they stood down into a less tense position arms side by side. Anderson awaited by the Vehicle hatch which was by now opened, his arm extend to pull her up.
"HoS" Salandra said in greeting as she was pulled up. Anderson replied "CEO, good day". The back of the Greyhound was spartan, and efficient, all was to be expected aside from the large dull metal box at the back, that took up five seats. It was pretty large to say the least. Salandra turned back to eye the HoS, "What is that?" pointing behind herself.
Anderson smiled "Well..." trailing off, Kailie was now behind Anderson at the entrance "Its nothing we shouldn't need Mam". "Oh really? Well it wouldn't hurt for you to show me then right?" Kailie looked to Anderson, her face saying "Shes your boss".
Anderson sighed, he approached the large box, putting in a Unique 3D key made from quartz. As the door swung open a low mist of coolant poured throughout the vehicle. After it cleared however, a large black shadow loomed in the box. Two white dots stared from its containment, sitting in a posture of rest, its head raised to attention to the three figures before it. Its nose pointed like a doberman. It was oversized to say the least, when compared to any other canine. Its features was smooth and angular, efficiently so; as if to reduce profile, and increase stealth.
The beast stood up from its resting posture, its electro-activated polymers shifting between the skeletal alloy frames. Its tail of ceramic and titanium discs now coming into view swaying from side to side.
"Anderson, why is that here? Its still a prototype not to mention it leaks radiation!" Salandra was furious about this particular surprise. Anderson now and then would over-do security. But this was a first-timer for sure. Sending a recent prototype along with her security detail to another Companies grounds! As if it wasn't enough that her body-guards were armed to the teeth, Anderson had gone another mile in the name of "Security".
Anderson scratched the back of his head, the Diamond Dog still shifting in the background, as if it were alive for all intents and purposes. "Well boss, it won't leak radiation for another 3 days. Drone division took this puppy apart, and put it back together for this trip of yours.".
Salandra still eyed Anderson with wrath, yet it was starting dissipate, abliet very slowly. "Well field testing could produce valuable data for the team..." Anderson suggested.
Salandra sighed "It stays in the box, just get back to your station HoS." She took a seat, Anderson left without hesitation. Her security detail packed in with her, Kailie closed the containment doors at Anderson's departure. Then taking a seat opposite from Salandra.
The entire ride to the air port was devoid of conversation. The grunts keeping to themselves, no doubt Kailie's discipline. Other than access to the network from her implants, Salandra could only feel time pass as the Greyhound ran through several ruts in the road, and Kailies persistant, and well timed check-ins over the coms.
Just as her internal clock measured 8 Martian minutes had passed, the vehicle came to a stop; Kailie announced "We're here mam".
Sterling X55, David memorial Airport, Elysium
Salandra and her team exited the vehicle from within the Sterling's vehicle bay. The ramjet's interior from the vehicle bays was luxurious when compared to military standards. Forty well cushioned seats in the first compartment alone. Along with network and local jacks for anyone to plug-in. The security detail stayed behind however, as Salandra went forward to the VIP compartment, consisting of ten seats, tables and various screens to play media.
To Salandra's delight she found Greg laid back in a seat. She walked gracefully to the seat opposite of him.
Greg until the night before, was in Mars Orbit aboard a space tug. He had come back to one of the various Skyguard stations for maintenance. When he heard of Salandra going to Archangel spaceport, he may as well have forced SkyGuard to let him break orbit in a pod and land in Elysium.
His red crumpled jumpsuit smelled of chemicals and sweat. In fact he was still asleep. His rough face complemented the gray hair and beard nicely. Salandra sat up taping Greg on his shoulder. Greg awoke slowly from his sleep two brown orbs greeting her.
"Ah, Salandra" Greg Grumbled. "Nice to see you awake Greg, how was your trip? I take it was exciting?" Greg scratched his head sitting up in his seat, joking "Well if those SkyGuard asses weren't busy twiddling their thumbs, then my trip would've been smoother.. You should've heard them when they announced my entry angle! Cold hearted and careless! Felt as if I was getting punched by the g-forces from inside the cockpit when I hit atmo!".
Greg animatedly looked to the side, sighing "The things I do for women". Salandra responded chuckling "Oh shut up you gear head! The only woman you are chasing is that large cable you call a Space elevator!". She then stood up, her hands place on her hips in a judging posture "In fact, before you even begin to insult me, you should take off that smelly rag you call clothing".
Greg sat up and went off to the bathroom, saying "Oh yes mam! I'm your slave, oh no don't worry I'll just go ahead and jump off a cliff for you". under his breath. Salandra couldn't help herself from smiling as Greg traveled the now seemingly monolithic distance due to his pace. His voice slowly going beyond out of ear's reach has he entered the other cabin.
Salandra sat down, she felt enthusiasm surge from herself. It had been so long since she had last seen Greg, he had almost been up in the vacuum for over half an year. If she were to ever have a father figure again it would be Greg. But she steadied herself from these thoughts as they went to the business at hand. The Corporation needed this, that was for sure. For years TPT had always been reliant on other companie's production capabilities, some used to even joke TPT was a middleman corporation because of this. But if anything it was the opposite, TPT was always at the cutting edge of ingenuity when it came to prosthetics and technology.
Shortly after Greg had entered the bathroom the intercoms qued "Hello passengers, this is Jason your Pilot, we are going to be taking off within Five minutes so please strap in for the initial boost phase". Salandra heard "Ah crap!" audibly coming from the bathroom. Perhaps she would have a little fun this trip, she hoped she would. But she hoped more so than anything for the deal to go smoothly.
Goldenrod, Elysium 19:45
The familiar rumble of Grey hounds rang in Anderson's ears, reinforcements then. He needed what could be spared, that was for sure.
The sky had turned into a redish-purple as the sun dipped over the horizon, and before him just over the wall was a crowd of a few hundred civilians, in dusty crumpled clothing, and a desperate demeanor cast over most of them.
They had been here for over three hours demanding entrance to facilities and food. Water and food was first and foremost in the crowds concern it seemed. The fall of the EDC and chaotic riots tearing the infrastructure of Elysium to tatters. Leading to this confrontation.
Along with Saladnra's publicity not so long before the fall of the EDC, these refuges were like fly's attracted to honey. And there wasn't enough honey to go around.
The crowd was growing more anxious by the moment, time for standard tactics then, he taped into the security network "Alright, hit the lights, and keep steady. Don't fire unless they intrude".
The Greyhounds formed in a circle around the perimeter turned on large riot lights, making the crowd stand back from the overbearing stimuli.
Anderson then spoke into the speaker system "This is Anderson Head of Security, you are to disperse, all of you have no place at TPT, entering without permission is a transgression that will be reacted to with force".
Anderson continued, hoping to dissuade them peacefully "Skyguard has already announced several rendezvous points at which you can be transported to safety. Please disperse immediately and proceed to safety".
Then one of the people in the crowd had to be a loud mouth "Fuck SkyGuard! They brought this shit storm on us! They won't do shit for us! You corporate fucks have food and water we need! We have children you know!".
The crowd began to worsen, a wave of rage pouring form their personal injustices. Anderson had to act fast, and the best way he could think of without shooting them, was standing up to the agression with agression. Anderson shouted into the crowd "Do you all think you can storm into here? We are armed and will fire without hestation! Is each and everyone of you willing to risk your life!?".
It might've worked in a better world, but the crowd was restless, desperate and now had a ringleader "Fuck TPT we'll storm and take what we need!".
Anderson knew the signs he called for backup immediately, Sixty-three bodies wouldn't be enough to stop all of them, even if equiped with ranged weapons. Before he could order everyone back into the Greyhounds for retreat, the crowd stormed. A silver stream of tranquilizer darts flowing to the crowd.
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