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originally posted in:The New Dojo
6/20/2017 5:34:19 PM
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Kotch had entered the elevator along with Derek, as the elevator made its way up.
"Is this the IMC ambassador, sir?" The female asked Kotch in a British-like accent.
"Yes, Serena Palusia." Kotch replied, as the elevator stopped, opening the door to the nearby armory. Hundreds of thousands of different weapons were stored behind a few bullet and explosive proof windows, a bunch of men and women stationed to clean and test said weapons out. One man looked to the two walked past them.
"Sir." The man bluntly said.
"John Valencio...keep doing what your doing..." Kotcha states, John smiling as he continued his work on cleaning some type of [url=http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/callofduty/images/9/98/Erad_menu_icon_IW.png/revision/latest?cb=20161115120955]SMG[/url].
They eventually had to walk up more stairs, soldiers and personnel alike passing by, saluting Kotch, for which the Admiral responded them by name. They finally reached a massive set of double doors, a man working on the terminal nearby.
"Open the bridge, Socris." Kotch commanded, the man nodding in response, and began working on opening it.
"How do you like the ship so far?" He asks Derek.
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"It's extremely massive sir, and very well made." Derek said, looking at the Bridge doors. "There's alot to it, how many personnel do you have?"
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"4000; including the soldiers we have within this ship itself." Kotch responded as the bridge opened. About 50 or so personnel were on terminals, the terminals itself pointing at the windows, showing the IMC cruisers in orbit above Honeycomb. Two doors were shown on the other side of where Kotch and McKeon came from, most likely Kotch's personal quarters and a way to the bridge crew's quarters. In the center of the bridge itself, a 21 year-old Hispanic woman and a 24- year old Irish guy were talking to each other, working on a central terminal showing the Galaxy map. "Julia Vasquez, Rotor." Kotch had said in a commanding voice, the two walking up to the admiral and saluting. "Sir." Vasquez responded. "Derek, Julia here is my second in command, should I die, while Rotor here does all the navigation for us." Kotch told McKeon, before looking toward the two. "Vasquez, tell the crew we're heading back to base at the Pylos Nebula. Rotor, tell the engineers to prepare engines." He responds. "Is it alright if you bring the IMC ships to the planet of Anedia, in the Pylos Nebula? It's a massive Cerberus complex that I own. We could get your ships ready the fastest there. It's in the Terminus Systems, so the Alliance nor Militia will know what we're doing." He says.
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"Lucky. I mentioned to one of the pilots on the ground to follow the ships if we started leaving." Derek said, glancing out the window to the IMC ships "So they'll follow behind us as we go along, just send them the coordinates."
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"Already sent, sir." Rotor responded Form the terminal. "Alright, everyone's ready, correct?" Kotch asked Vasquez and Rotor. "Yes sir. Everyone's ready to jump." Julia confirmed from across the map. "Good. Rotor, prepare jump ignition." Kotch replies, as the ship begins to turn around to space. "Vice Admiral McKeon, the IMC ships can jump through the wormhole with us. Just have to pile into Kodiaks while our teams go out and add the FTL cores." Julia had told Derek, as Rotor plugged some type of key into the terminal along with Kotch, a wormhole forming in front of them. Vasquez grabbed some sort of comm, holding it up to her ear as she pressed a button on the terminal. "Olympus prepared to jump to Anedia in 5..." she states. The sounds of engines were coming on. "4..." Everyone had a smile or smirk on their face. "3..." The terminals lit up. "Sir, everything is in the green!" Someone said from their terminal. "2..." "All ship systems are nominal, sir!" Rotor yelled out from the terminal. "1...Mark!" Julia yells, as the Olympus and IMC ships blasted through the wormhole, a slight shaking being felt for a couple seconds. Everyone relaxed after that. "Welcome to our Alliance, brother." Kotch had said to McKeon.
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"Glad to be here..." McKeon said, shaking of excitement and laughing slightly
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"Admiral, ETA to Anedia in T-minus 10 minutes, sir." Julia had replied. "Good; all forces, prepare for exit out of wormhole." Kotch tells everyone, before looking to McKeon. "Once out of the wormhole, our forces will help in upgrading your ships and weaponry. You could also send a warning message to the Militia. None of them can trace it back to here." He responds. "I can set it up for you if you want." Julia had replied.
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"No. Don't send them a warning. Send them a peace agreement. One week of no fighting between our forces. If they believe that we are Wounded, they will no suspect anything when we attack."
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"Yes sir; follow me." She replies, allowing Kotch and Rotor to talk about Cerberus matters. She opens up the door next to the personal quarters, leading to an almost empty room with a drone hovering itself near the back. Another drone laid near by. "Propaganda room. Pretty self-explanatory. When you're ready, I'll set everything up to look like some type of IMC ship or something like that." Julia explains, going in the back of the room with the drone.
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Derek took a step forward, entering his office military posture. His hands behind his back, standing tall and strong. "Ready." He said, staring at the drone
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She tinkered with the drone and her omni-tool for a little bit, before she smiled. "You can go when ready, sir." She replies.
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"As you know, I am Vice Admiral Derek McKeon, part of the IMC. The Interstellar Manufacturing Corporation has sustained heavy losses at key points of these Titan Wars. Demeter, our supply Depot, at Typhon. In remembrance of these losses, the IMC requests one single week, Seven days, to take off of our war. To mourn those that have been lost to the fullest extent, without fear of attack. We extend the offer of piece to the Militia, for a temporary time. Please do not refuse grievance. That is all."
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The drone recorded the entire thingg, ending it right after he finished. "Good work, sir! Gonna edit this in a little bit and it'll start running through all Militia channels. Kotch is meeting up with some other Cerberus generals to talk about what'll happen." Julia had added, Rotor coming in. "Vasquez; Kotch says he's gonna take a rest. You've gotten command of the ship, ma'am." Rotor explained in his thick Irish accent. "Thanks. Head back to your stations and prepare for impact." She replies, as Vasquez went to a nearby computer, using her Omni-tool to work on sending it out. "Do whatever you want, McKeon. We got eight minutes before we arrive." She responds.
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"Understood." Derek said, leaving the room and returning to the armoury, inspecting the various
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[spoiler]Timeskip?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]SURE THANG, ORANGUTAN [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Aight.[/spoiler] [i]8 minutes later....[/i] "Brace for impact!" Rotor yelled, the ship lading within orbit of a small [url=http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/masseffectitalia/images/2/2e/Anedia.png/revision/latest?cb=20140622173617&path-prefix=it]planet[/url], which was most likely Anedia. "Captain, Kotch just sent a message form personal quarters; says he wants you to come with him to Anedia. You and him have command of the Mons and all dealings with the IMC, ma'am." Someone replies from the terminal. "Alright. Tell McKeon and his posse to meet our a**** at the hangar in five minutes." Julia had commanded, making her way down to the bridge. She passed by the armory, where she motioned McKeon to follow her, as Valencio was modifying an ERAD outfitted with mini-Sidewinder bullets...or at least was trying to.
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Derek noticed her, and jogged out of the armour, falling in line behind her "Where to?" He asked, looking around the hallway
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"Hangar. We're on Anedia, and we've got guys working on the ships's FTL core now." She says, as they made their way down the elevator. "Kotch will be here in a little bit; just woke up from his sleep."
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"Understood. What's the game plan?" Derek asked, tapping at a data pad on his fore arm
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"We go in, talk to the other generals, then relax here until we're ready to strike; simple as that." She responded, as they landed in the hangar. Atlas mechs were being loaded onto racks, and soldiers and people were rushing around, Kodiaks being sent out.
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"Seems like a military operation if anything. All these people running about.." As the two walked, the two IMC pilots fell in line behind Derek
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"Can't blame them. Want to make sure no ship other than either pirates or Cerberus are here." She says, a Kodiak waiting in line for them...with Kotch on it. "You really didn't think I was sleeping, right? I'd need the normal 8 hours over 10-15 minutes." He says, allowing both Julia and Derek on board with the pilots, as the door closed. "Just to let you know, we're meeting with Admiral Petrovsky, which has the criminal homebase of Omega under control, Admiral Sokolov, whose in control of the elite Cerberus fleets on Meizhong, and General Davison, whose in command of our ground fleets. They're already aware of you, so just try not to piss 'em off." Kotch whispers to Derek, as the Kodiak left the Olympus Mons and made its way down to the surface.
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"Understood, I'll take your advice under consideration. I suppose it depends on what happens down there." Derek glanced over at Kotch, shaking his head in dismissal "Hopefully I say the right things, and hopefully they don't go to hard on me."
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"They won't. Not many people these days like Cerberus, so to see the IMC step up makes us respect you guys in our books." Kotch had replied, the sound of the Kodiak breaking into the atmosphere of the planet being heard.
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"People aren't like Cerberus? Is it with their actions? What they've done? Or something else?" Derek asked
