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Tegral would relay a quick series of orders, Rookin and Kah the primary reciprocates of said orders, before he allowed himself to duck into the vehicle. Whether the limo went anywhere was entirely dependent upon Griffin, or his driver, or maybe his sister, Tegral wasn't quite sure as his mental state was currently being run ramshot. A new development in his graviton particle emitter was drawing more of his attention then he would have liked at that possible moment. Experiments run by remote units up aboard the Cradles drew their 'intelligence' straight from Tegral himself, forcing the good Admiral to split his attention when ever a break through like this happened along.

"First and foremost," Tegral stated, by now the limo doors were hopefully closed as he had just beckoned for privacy a moment ago, "Let me convey my most sincerest apologizes for that devastating miscommunication that occurred moments ago. The units were merely following prescript security measures and reacted to your mother's actions, who was likely provoked by the sudden activation of the units." Tegral? Apologizing? Not exactly his usual prompt-to attitude towards these sorts of things. Normally he would have dismissed the matter outright, or made a snide remark about how the weak die and the strong survive.

Tegral's main focused rested on Griffin, half a thought went out to Bell in what could only have been described as pity or sympathy, and as such cold blue eyes trained on the CEO's face. Griffin was a strong man, accustomed to the shifting streams of politics, and from Tegral's current sizings of the young man he was never one to put all his cards in on one gamble. The father's army was a bluff, Tegral had known that one since had he the power to follow through Griffin would have done so and stopped the 'battle' by showing the Admiral that the Twice Royal wasn't a force to be taken lightly. And, if the boy had that sort of power, he was a complete idiot for not making full use of it in the beginning when the forces stationed at the Twice Royal were minimal and in no position to attack. Now, with the information of a possible sizable garrison pulled from the depths of hell or where ever he managed to pull armies out of, Tegral was redeploying his soldiers to cover the most effective kill radius of any army spawning in or around the corporate city. Artillery, heavy armor, anti-armor, air support, the whole kit-n-caboodle! Twice Royal's chief executive officer should have been proud knowing that Admiral Tegral deemed the existence of his corporation a large enough threat to deploy a full kill unit against him, but then again he may be pissed when he realizes that such a force had been arrayed against him for no other reason save his mother and her little toy had broken a couple of easily replaceable T-2 units.

"I disagree with who's to blame, but let us skip the formalities." Tegral inclined politely, his voice fit for any diplomatic court. "In case you are unaware I am Admiral Tegral Kartos, commanding officer aboard the Cradle and ranking officer of the units stationed on this planet. And I've come with a project in mind," He tapped his right temple with his right index finger, "If you're willing to hear me out after what had transpired here tonight."

"At present," Tegral began, his own hands resting lightly on his knees in a semblance of calm ease, "I am taking into my care a certain number of projects that all require a large power load. Currently the Cradle is unable to support such a massive draw on it's reactors and since KB forbids me to mar the super structure of his station with any auxiliary generators I'm left with very few options." Pausing a moment the Admiral allowed his words to sink into Griffin, see if he could figure out just the sort of opportunity presented to him. "Which is where you and your company come into play. An organism as large as your Twice Royal is bound to have sub-companies and contractors galore to help ease the initial burden from the main corporation itself. I am in need of such a work force to construct a planetary generator here in the Black Company, along with the primary defenses required to keep it intact."

Along the edges of Twice Royal's boundaries a rather sizable kill force emerged into the open. Five massive quads, their huge pod like feet ripping huge divots from the ground, with their armament safely tucked away inside their heavily armored hulls along with the additional force of T-2's and Growler units prowling around in their wakes, to add towards the damaged security unit already positioned at the Twice Royal's limit. Artillery tubes were in the process of deploying far out of initial detection range, their 150mm tubes capable of lobbing Mike-Mike shells deep into the heart of the city, a lot more devastating then the T-2's and the Growlers previously stationed there.

Unused to young Griffin's proud behavior Tegral took what was all said in stride, effecting to ignore the siblings dislike of each other at that particular moment. "Good." He says warmly, an affectionate friend to another rather than a potential enemy to prey. "I'll have the information and the statistics of the unit to be built sent down at the soonest possible date. The technology will be rather new to you," It seemed today was a day of shocking happenings. Tegral's primary edge over the Twice Royal was not only the numbers he could bring to bare but also the technological superiority of what ever forces Griffin and his family could muster, and here now the Admiral was freely giving a piece of that which made him more powerful into the hands of those he was apparently bullying into his wishes, "But I'm assuming your people will be able to handle the modifications."

Without pause, Tegral's eyes of sapphire blue trained on Griffin's own orbs, the Admiral pulled back the left sleeve of his crisp tuxedo coat to gaze down at the gold, diamond engraved, wrist watch that glittered in the faint light of the limo's interior. "Ah, it seems I'm late for prior arrangements. Would I happen to see you two at the party?" Obviously the little shin-dig Tegral was referring to was that of the Count, who so graciously invited on mass those in the Black Company. Tegral would depart the limo shortly after Griffin's reply.

Nodding his good byes Tegral departed the limo and began making his way back towards his forces. The possibility of meeting Griffin's father, the very one whom was boasted to have the ability to match Tegral's army if not surpass it, was a definite treat, one the mechanized officer would take great pleasure in meeting and dissuading of any sort of superiority. After all, with the exception of Mastema's pitiful excuse of an army, no one in he Black Company could call to bare anything that could hope to comprehend with the forces KB and he could muster with a single command, and Mastema only by a hair with his absurd barrier to hide behind. Letting the twins know of their mother's condition would have been rather insulting, he figured, and left it silent. Losing himself in thought Tegral relayed a command through his units. The units stationed at the Twice Royal were to return to the Grave to receive maintenance and rearm themselves while the kill squad that had just gotten into position was ordered to remain and continue a vigilance watch on the Twice Royal for any signs of hostile actions after the night's...transgressions. Rookin and Kah were both ordered to escort the Admiral, along with the Elites, to the Seven Hells Temple. But first, something must be done about a date.

Settling himself back into his seat, the armored body he rode now required nothing in the way of comfort but that hadn't stopped him from decking his personal shuttle out in every luxury he could have. Full leather seating with warming interiors, black silk pillows for behind his back and head, crystal glasses for the wide rack of wines and champagne that lined one bulk head. Tegral was a cyborg, true, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy spoiling himself when he thought appropriate.

Finishing the last of his current duties, the pilot already lifting into the night with orders to return to the Grave prior to their drop at the Temple, Tegral allowed himself to slip into what amounted to sleep for a cyborg. Activating his remote links and powering himself down, somewhere aboard the Cradle he would rise and waken.

Twice Royal's night life was different to each and every citizen of the business centered city. Someone in the north area might call it quiet, uneventful, and peaceful, while those in the south or somewhere else would experience bustling streets full of peope from secretive, high class businessmen to less than bashful sleazes.

But tonight was different. Instead of people going about having their individua experiences, people were gathering at the base of one of Twice Royal's main tower, Griffin's business headquarters. Naturally, as the crowd grew, the authorities arrived, and lights began shining around the tower, illuminating the reason for all the commotion.

'Murderer,' 'Liar,' 'Puppet,' 'Spineless,' and other derogative words had been written all over the exterior of the Twice Royal tower. They were all written in bright red paint, easily large enough to be read from blocks away, and a closer inspection revealed that the paint was probably spread with a person's hand, although no fingerprints were recoverable. Of course, the meaning of the words would be lost on the crowd gathered to see it, but they were none the less mumbling to eachother in amazement that someone could commit such an act of vandalism in the dead of night with no one noticing. The whispers and rumors circulated quickly through the onlooking crowd, until another discovery was spoken amongst the crowd. The wording differed from person to person, but the overall message was the same each time. "Some idiot is on the roof."

On another tower nearby the Twice Royal tower, standing atop a tall antenna that rose out of the roof of the building, a vaguely man-like figure stood. Without any lights high powered enough to fully illuminate the man, only a silhouette in the moonlight was visible. What could be told was the man was wearing a cape. Other than that, the man was far too high above the ground to be seen clearly.

With media sources scrambling to get the story on this vandalism, there would be some cameramen attempting to use their cameras to zoom in and get a closer look at the strange figure on the roof. Particularly clear cameras would even catch what looked like the man fitting himself with some kind of mask, but that could only be inferred from the movement of the man's arm and the odd shape of his head, which seemed like it could only be some sort of helmet or mask. Finally, the authorities managed to call in a large, high powered light to shine on the man. The light was turned on, and they immediately began focusing it on the man. However, the moment the light struck the figure, people gasped in horror as the man leapt clean off the antenna and over the edge of the roof, beginning a quick descent to the ground. The media captured as much on film and took as many pictures of the fall as possible, this was great video footage after all. However, the man never hit the ground, and in fact no one saw what happened. Where the man should have hit the ground, there was nothing but a confounded crowd, and the man was no where to be seen.

By morning, the vandalism of the Twice Royal tower would be fully visible. The pictures taken the night before were all of too poor a quality to be useful to anyone but the press, who would publish the photos and videos as much as they could. Not a single photo or video could capture how or even when exactly the man had disappeared, making him little more than a ghost to all witnesses. Other than the words plastered over Twice Royal, there was no trace of the phantom's existence.

Twice Royal Masked Ball

*The Ball hadn’t taken long to arrange or long to fill up in attendance. The main floor had been converted into a golden ice palace for the evening, with crystal bars in each corner, delicately decorated tables set in a large circle in the room, within these circles the space had been cleared for a dance floor and a small but lovely classical band. From the ceiling hangs several new chandeliers of golden glass bubbles lit with flickering flames. The security seems rather relaxed, probably kaiori’s doing rather than Griffin’s, what security there was were simply angry looking men in suits with simple Black masks so they were easy to spot. Four for each door and five for each elevator. Camera’s also dotted the room, but they were mainly to scare out good behavior. The only very different pieces in the ballroom which were different from the average ballroom, were the pillowed areas which were curtained off in small personal sections for privacy and the four thrones at the back of the room, two seats currently occupied by golden masked people dressed in red. Since the ball was a present for the return of Griffin and Bell the only conclusion was that this couple was actually Kaiori and Apollo.*

((Feel free to being any time no time limit for this event))

*The guards would simply let the count past, given his flashy way of showing up The guards didn't want to embarrass such a rich looking guest by asking for an invitation. The ball has a mysterious gleam to it with all the richness of the decorations and the guests of honor and hosts being so far to the back, past many rows of people looking rich and dangerous. The King and Queen sitting far in the back remain rather stoic, not talking to each other but merely greeting those who approach them. The only sign of affection between them is his hand resting like a claw over top of hers on her throne's armrest.*