Warm Talk [Territory Acquiring Mission]

Fri Sep 25, 2015 11:33 am

❅Artist: Troels B Folmman - Song: Man of Steel (Dirty Dubstep) - Word Count: 408❅

Dustian with a pleased face expression was driving in a black, elegant hovercraft. The inside interior was all white and cream colored with details made from first class pine wood. There was a small refrigerator for drinks and snacks, in the background quietly was playing a smoothing classical music and the air was filled with expensive, but well chosen perfume. Shraik was dressed in his best suit, expensive, blue gloves were on his hands and a calm face expression was kept all the time. To note, this wasn't the mans real face, but a mask he wore to disguise. Someone with good sensing abilities could tell that something was wrong with his face's energy readings, but otherwise there was nothing indicating something wrong. Opposite the man two males in black suits sat, starring blankly at him. Both radiated immense amounts of energy. Enough to reduce Dust in scraps if he tried anything funny.
"So these are golems!" He thought catching glimpses of the two creations in front of him.

Nigeria in last 20 years had earned different titles and one of them was "Golem Manufacturing Central". This title is deeply connected of a export the country had become popular lately-energy. The country learned how to extract energy from the land itself and produce cheap, but utilizable energy cores. These then were spread widely around the globe and brought major funds. Afterwards the nation got their hands on the ancient magic of golem crafting and using technologies of 24th and 25th century created powerful mass soldiers. Two of them were now in one car with Dustian Shraik as he was paying visit to the leaders of Nigeria.

The doors opened and he calmly stepped out, carrying himself with a posture of a well educated and confident man. Both golems, who looked like overly buffed movie stars, in emotionless voice asked him to follow them. Dust just nodded and walked with each thing by his side. The house from outside was grand. It had 100 floors which were kept neat by 1,200 personal and 600 golems. Each of these people and creatures were able to defeat at least a weak end "Sabers" member, but Dustian was more then sure that there were also those that could rival someone from the higher ranks. But fighting wasn't what he had intended to do today. No, the mans goal was to negotiate and gain new allies. As well, as perform a little blackmailing, if needed.

Wed Sep 30, 2015 4:47 am

❅Artist: Troels B Folmman - Song: Man of Steel (Dirty Dubstep) - Word Count: 640❅

As expected the hallways were overfilled with different types of security. For Dust it seemed amazing how many golems were guarding the building. Short, tall, black, white, yellow and red. It seemed that all races of Humans had gathered in one place and were now in complete peace. For the male it would seem even sweet if he wouldn't know that all these people are simply dolls. Creations without a soul, just pieces of metal with insane amount of power and capability to act like humans. It was all what these things were. But even then Shraik couldn't ignore the fact that the force in this building was...Magnificent.

Finally reaching the end of hallway with his two companions-golems Dustian was led in a beautiful, red, well furnished room. Actually, to call it a room was a bit was like calling a bat mammal. Yes, it is true, but quite doesn't catch up the whole idea. The place could be called one room because all walls that connected different locations had been torn off. One could locate a bar, jacuzzi, water pipe, corner filled with red pillows, TV and much more. Dustian wasn't surprised seeing all this as it had been a norm for millenniums that the rich and wealthy didn't know where to put their money, but what it though did was please the man, because of the proof now he had how good "Sabers" intel actually was. Even pillows were described in the exact place.

Upon him entering the room three well dressed men turned to face Dust. All of them were white regarding the main population of the nation had completely opposite skin color. Two of them he knew as president of the country and his sponsor. They were those who held the most biggest influence in the country, golem factory and the black market. These people were sharks, more worse then big parts of demons when talking about feeding of someones misery. What made the "Sabers" right hand a bit nervous was the presence of the third party. He was also white, but had this lizard-like appearance about him. The man carried a disturbing, predators smile, had three enlarged fingers with sharp nails in the end and radiated a strong spiritual presence belonging to a nature Irimasha. While all three males carried a welcoming, almost too sweet smile Dust had already feeling of bad news. And he hoped this all will go smoothly.

"Welcome! Welcome! We were waiting you all morning. I hope the trip was safe. I'm Raganik Irimasha, one of head golems of Nigeria's safety department." Alright, now Dust was just a bit confused. He was waiting that more powerful golems will accompany the two leading forces of country, but, telling the truth, he never expected for a higher golem to be so...Lifelike. Curiosity like venom filled the males veins, him just wanting to take a look what is in the teddies belly. Though for these thoughts Shraik didn't have much time as the president spoke. Surprisingly the male had a strong Russian accent and while just looking at him it seemed the male was maybe in his thirty's the way he spoke gave away that he may be much older.
"Pleasure to meet you Mister Shraik! I am Roman Alexsandrovich! But I bet that you know that already! This is my partner in crime, Luis Clementon! Lets take a seat now and talk!"

The four males sat down around a round table. From a hidden panel a maid walked out, holding a silver plate with 4 small glasses and a bottle of water-like substance. Dustian sighed to himself, feeling that cliches about Russians will never turn wrong. The silent servant poured them drinks, left the bottle in the middle of the table and left the room. All four men took up their glasses, made a silent salute and drank.

Tue Jan 19, 2016 8:58 am

❅Artist: Alexandros Nikolaidis - Song: World's Greatest Battle Music Ever: Human Debris - Word Count: 562❅

The drink was strong, bitter and completely unpleasant. Dust hated vodka in general, so this wasn't to indicate that the drink was bad. Actually, it was really good, though, something seemed a bit off in the drink. This feeling quickly became even stronger, as the other three members of their talk started to intensively observe him like a bug under microscope. Dust acted as he hadn't noticed it, in the same time trying to understand what was that strange after taste of vodka they just had.

"So, as we have taken a drink to commemorate this wonderful meeting, please do tell us what your organization wants from Nigeria?" The rough tone was spoken in a formal, maybe a bit too theatrical manner, which again made Dust chuckle to himself. He was now starting to understand what was going on.
"Well, as we spoke already through phone, my group is interested in investing and allying with Nigeria. You will have our protection, as well, as we will help you with further advancing your technologies while what we ask from you is your complete support."

The two males bent their heads down, as in deep thoughts. Meanwhile their eyes now and then would shift to Shraik, as waiting something from him to come out. The golem was just starring, probably because machines had no sense of politeness. Then, in completely calm tone it spoke to its masters.
"The subject seemingly is almost resistant to the sleeping drugs in the drink. Do we commence the plan B?"

Dust bitterly smiled, sadly confirming that his hunch had been right. What he tasted in the drink was probably something to render the man powerless, but sadly Shraiks had been trained to avoid such ancient methods of trapping. The two males first, as to apologize, glanced at their guest, before nodding to confirm. Walls of the room opened, letting out about dozen of golems. They all had the same appearance of a single man, wearing standard army uniform and hiding their eyes behind black googles.

In the same time as the golems appeared the Irimasha golem fired multiple tendrils of liquid acid from his body in the direction of Dust. There wasn't much room to act, him being able only to active his Reiatsu Armor a moment before the green liquid splattered the males body. Smoke started to come out from his body, the concoction eating through his defenses. Suddenly with the smoke also white mist started to leave him. Then the green mass, as on the order, turned into pure, white ice, breaking off him. One of the golems jumped to attack Dustian, but single line of light went across the things stomach, it becoming motionless before splitting into two. In Shraiks hand a mechanical lazer sword could be seen, half of the blade being made from black metal, while the other half from blue, concentrated energy.

With the second hand he pulled out a small gun, used by civilians as well, as police. He fired few balls of energy in the direction of the remaining golems, just to make them scram from their positions. In the same time Dustian bend down as a white, scaled fist struck the place where his head was just a moment ago.
"That wasn't nice, now was it?" The nature irimasha smiled, before opening his mouth to let out another stream of green liquid right in Shraiks face.

Warm Talk [Territory Acquiring Mission]

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