Welcome to Gaia! ::

Waker gets up and walks over to a window and looks about the land of the BC. "Man this land would look better with some new plants". Waker raises his hand as plants started to pop up from the ground. "Hmmm that's better".

"9, you don't seem to know the situation here!" Hidjie's fist came crashing down on top of the map. "If just ONE of those things turn to attack the Black Company, you can be damn sure that we're not going to see the light of day tomarrow! Now, to top matters off we have to worry about this ground team that one of these two ships sent out! You're the leader of this blasted orginization! Do something!" Swearing to himself he scooped the map and began to fold it again. "With Shadow, Truinthil, and Mastema running around with the armies that they have...I suggest we try talking to these ships. I doubt that either of the three hold the technical capability to launch an astral assult...and if they do then IF we manage to get one of these things on our side they'll be blasted before they could hit high atsmophere. On another note, if worse come to worse, and we do manage to get one of those things to side with us, and we start to lose? Well we can just call in an orbital strike and blast the hell out of the entire area." Just the thought of how many would die made Hidjie's, already angered, face cring.

Waker glances up at Truinthil and grins remmembering from the past battles they fout against. "So you still on the wrong side Truinthil".

(( stare 9 and I are in her office, with the door shut))

It is you who is on the wrong side and I am not the Truinthil with whom you have previously fought. That matters none though. I am here to convey my thoughts to all who would listen. I come to reveal my devices, as a warning if you will, to those that hated and still do feel malice filled feelings towards my predecesor.

Hidjie laughed softly as he turned towards the door, stuffing the map away, "9...you're in a whole lotta crap...good luck." Still laughing he reached into his pocket and drew out the bronze flask, tossing it on the desk he said, "Here, you're going to need that a WHOLE lot more then I am." On the flask was the inscription, "The Company Is My Country." With a picture of a dragon coiled around a sword. Still laughing he stepped out of her office and made his way back into the main room where Focht and Truinthil were waiting. He remembered Truinthil from the little battle with his damned wraith thing! His combat processor came online and began to build strategies inside his head. His plasma cannon was just waiting to fire. He didn't make any threatening move, this time, nor did he appear to be in any discomfort.

Focht sighs and leans against the wall, listening.

((Hidjie, the magic of 9's office wasn't active so anyone could come and go as they pleased))