Welcome to Gaia! ::

Fukumen bowed with respect at the mercenary's introduction. He'd heard of the man dangerous exploits for years and although his alliance was never clear to anyone, he'd generally done good for the world. Fukumen could sympathize with his reasons. A man never truly had freedom in this world unless he crafted it himself...

"As for speaking privately...I happen to be quite short on time, but if you would I could brief you on our current situation, provided you agree to assist us in the coming mission. I offer lodgings for as long as you'd like. Although I can't guarantee your absolute safety, you'll find no safer ship upon these seas."

((Sui-chan has gone on vacation for a week, so I'd like it if everyone could possibly keep this RP to a hiatus until she returns...Thanks and happy holidays!!))

The sky grew darker as Jaanii continued rushing towards her goal. Communications with Esperantos were impossible for the young woman, whose shuttle was roughened up with the strong winds. Threatening clouds were pilling up across the horizon and Jaanii feared for her small vessel, who would not resist exposure to lighting or tropical rains. A single drop of rain came crashing down on the frail glass, followed by two, three, ten others, waking the young woman from her slumber.

But it was all worth it, for Jaanii could clearly see it now. Esperantos; its familiar silhouette, posing as a tropical island. The young woman knew, however, what raw power and determination was concealed under the surface, in a sophisticated vessel. She smiled, victorious, as she began her approach.

What had just happened in the past few hours was nothing but a blur, with both bliss and misfortune aiding Cyan as he stood in front of a giant iron door. Two of his men were down, but somehow they had managed to fall from non-battle related terms. One had come down with a serious bladder problem - which would have made him a giant problem had he kept trucking. It was more towards Cyan's disappointment that he had to leave the other soldier behind. Cyan waited for no-one. This however, could possibly be his greatest fault. Everything was going too smoothly, there had been no problems at all. And now Cyan was standing in front of, from what he could tell, the core of this stupidly designed base. They had found little to no patrol guards - almost as if the base was teasing him. With one swift hand motion his five men went straight into position and the door collapsed. No-one. the four men next to Cyan took their defensive positions in this great room. Cyan was confident enough in his abilities that he just stood in front of the table in plain sight of the hall. He would know if someone was coming, after all, he had had the best hearing and smelling genetic modifications available to anyone in the world.

"This is ******** ridiculous! Why would we need an octet for a simple mission like this?"

He continued to scour the documents, looking for anything that could definitely be what the general was asking. He wasn't going to fail, no matter the cost. He considered waiting to give the order, but it looked as if the mission was complete. Cyan flicked off the camera surveying the ********, you can't catch us, we're the ******** gingerbread men. Men, turn on the sound, we're leaving without silence if we encounter anyone."

This order was a little uncouth, but Cyan knew his men were itching for some kills. He continued to take his time fumbling through the documents - 100% sure they were safe. After all, five front men and a hidden sniper? There was no need to worry, except if they'd have to wait for their ride home.