CEO Tartarus
Osmon Surveillance
Caldari State
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Posted - 2013.07.31 10:36:00 -
[1] - Quote
On a planet where winter is a constant, where the inhabitants are born with the cold in their bones...and their hearts but this is both a blessing and a curse for the cold gives their bones the strength to stand before the storm that ravages their world and hardens their hearts as the storm casts its judgement down upon their loved ones asleep in their now icy tombs.
A Lone Warrior strides across a snowfield as the storm rages around him, fierce winds whip his cloak about him revealing a stark white dropsuit marked only by the caldari crest emblazoned upon his breast, the warrior approaches a small pillar of snow midst the field.
The Warrior brushes the dust away from the front panel and quickly punches in the key-code in the hopes he is not too late.....he turns and raises his left arm to the heart of the storm and activates his COMM unit, the warrior mutters to himself as he sees the intel he received was correct and the storm was lingering---"TARTARUS, the hell do'ya want now?" a gruff voice barks from the console.
Tartarus turns to the console and sighs "I heard some potential clients showed up." a click comes from the console and the snow beneath Tartarus's feet begins to melt away and steam rises about him, as he hears the walls begin to rise he removes his cloak and drapes it over his arm, as the top of the chamber seals he turns around and feels his body emanate an almost audible sigh as the cold is chased from his body and the snow coating his dropsuit is turned to water and then steam as heat is introduced to the chamber.
As the steam is sucked out of the chamber a digital voice emits from the walls " Initiating Bio-scan." Blue lights dance about Tartarus as the proprietor identifies him via his customer database. The wall before him is retracted into the ceiling and Tartarus steps through the opening and into a well lit bar room.
An Imposing figure stands behind the bar carefully wiping it down in a manner almost too gentle for his massive build, he wears a battered heavy dropsuit each scrape and chunk missing from the protective plating making you want to run further and further away from him. As Tartarus approaches the bar the heavy stands up cocks an eyebrow at him, Tartarus shrugs and proceeds to the circular table in the corner of the room waving a dismissive hand in the direction of the barkeep " Don't worry your pretty little head Odynn, just bring me a beer and make sure only the ones with deep pockets make it to my table."
Odynn grumbles loudly and rummages in the ice box in search of Tartarus's preferred drink..one of those things you devote to memory seeing as when the guy gets the wrong drink you get a call from you're wife asking why someone just sent her pictures of you and some other Woman grabbing a room in Jita.
Tartarus takes his favorite seat in the corner of the room, a shadow draping perfectly over his face as he removes his helmet, as he places his helm on the table he tilts his chair back & forth while he opens up his COMM and organizes some intel files and awaits his new clients. |