198th Floor - Office of Overboss Mr.Baracus - Central Tower

The personal office of Mr. Baracus, one of the Individual Eleven, the council that rules the Families, a loose criminal syndicate that has it's hands in every major pie in the world. He serves under the current Head of the Families, but outside of that, he is subservient to nobody.

By the time she got to the specified floor, she sped past her security escort, unsure if she took them by surprise or not as she burst through the hall way and headed to closest room which looked heavily secure. Spotting it, she sped up, sprinting at a full gait past two other guards, and then swung open the heavy doors into the office. "BARACUS!" She exclaimed, clenching her fists tightly.

"Ah, the troublesome Wolf Beastkin woman reception warned me about. Come in, come in. I'll be with you in just a few moments." came the voice of the man himself from somewhere in the private suites behind the office.

"Security, please be so kind and close the doors behind you as you leave" the voice came again, to which the guards immediately obeyed.

In a few more seconds, the man, dressed immaculately, came out from the side room behind the desk. his purple and white business suit was flawless, his straight blond hair combed and styled to perfection. And the smile of a confident man greeted Katelyn.

"Well now, Katelyn Moonstone is it. Welcome to the Bliss. How can we help you today?"

Random Mobs wrote:"Ah, the troublesome Wolf Beastkin woman reception warned me about. Come in, come in. I'll be with you in just a few moments." came the voice of the man himself from somewhere in the private suites behind the office.

"Security, please be so kind and close the doors behind you as you leave" the voice came again, to which the guards immediately obeyed.

In a few more seconds, the man, dressed immaculately, came out from the side room behind the desk. his purple and white business suit was flawless, his straight blond hair combed and styled to perfection. And the smile of a confident man greeted Katelyn.

"Well now, Katelyn Moonstone is it. Welcome to the Bliss. How can we help you today?"

She watched the 'drones' back off, and leave her be with this psycho. He had his office high so he could see almost all of Galideno, presiding over the city as if he thought himself a God. She has met men like him in the past, who stink of wealth and prestige, who don't lose face at the sight of a massacre. She got that sense from him immediately and it made her beast-kin skin boil, and could almost make her wretch since such a way to present oneself looking the way he did was simply alien to her logic. She clenched her fists into tight balls, and she lowered her head slightly. "Glad you could make some time to see me at such notice, I have no doubt you are a busy man." she says, taking a few steps forth. "So, I'll make this frank. You're operation with the liquor trade, it's killing my business. My clients are thirsty, and my girls need some of that mind-numbing juice so that way they can pilfer the drunkards pockets clean. Now, I'm behind; my bar's stock is getting vacant and I need it to be a Gazatine Oasis again. So what---GIVES?!" She shouted, slamming both her clawed hands upon the desk's face, bearing her fangs in an upturned snarl.

Katelyn Moonstone wrote:She watched the 'drones' back off, and leave her be with this psycho. He had his office high so he could see almost all of Galideno, presiding over the city as if he thought himself a God. She has met men like him in the past, who stink of wealth and prestige, who don't lose face at the sight of a massacre. She got that sense from him immediately and it made her beast-kin skin boil, and could almost make her wretch since such a way to present oneself looking the way he did was simply alien to her logic. She clenched her fists into tight balls, and she lowered her head slightly. "Glad you could make some time to see me at such notice, I have no doubt you are a busy man." she says, taking a few steps forth. "So, I'll make this frank. You're operation with the liquor trade, it's killing my business. My clients are thirsty, and my girls need some of that mind-numbing juice so that way they can pilfer the drunkards pockets clean. Now, I'm behind; my bar's stock is getting vacant and I need it to be a Gazatine Oasis again. So what---GIVES?!" She shouted, slamming both her clawed hands upon the desk's face, bearing her fangs in an upturned snarl.

Mr.Baracus quirked an eyebrow for only a moment ad the sudden burst of anger in the beastkin, before his eyes became dead even. "I see. So you came to us because you seek to recoup losses for the fact that you can't keep up with business. We didn't bar anyone from acquiring liquor. Hell, the stuff is legal. We are not responsible for the delivery companies lack of staff to meet your requirements. We at the Bliss are simply the bigger contract. We have a demand for a certain quantity of product for our patrons and staff just as you do yours. We simply offer more money to ensure we get deliveries that meet that demand on time and to standard. Perhaps then you should speak to them and convince them to hire more delivery staff." Baracus's reply came with a cool, comfortable, and logical tone that made the facts clear.

"Baracus, darling. Due tell, what is all that racket?" came a low, sexy, feminine tone from a side room behind his desk, her tone slightly muffled by the wooden paneled walls.

Baracus looked off to the side. "Ah, Lady Jessica. We were discussing certain logistics with a rival businesswoman and patron here. Jessica, this is Katelyn, Katelyn this is Jessica." Baracus introduced the two women.

"Apparently, Ms. Katelyn believes we are gouging her out of business by purchasing too much of the alchoholic product." Baracus began to explain.

Katelyn growled. "That is what you are doing! Look, I know there is no honor among thieves... but I need this business to be operational!" She growled, her fur standing on end, as well as her chocolate brown hair. She was impatient and growing tired of their games. "Any old 'mutt' would simply attack your installations outright; but I'm not a moron. I came with the intention of settling this in a more peaceful manner... before I decide to sick my girls on you." she continued.

"I may not be a part of the 'Family' but I know how it operates. My guy was reliable up till you bought him out. I put fear into that spineless cur, a kind of fear not many would be so bold to turn away favors from. So either someone has given him a better pay, or promised him something else in return; and you know, I can't help but feel paranoid by what he could have asked for." she leveled her predatory eyes upon Baracus, her lips a tight, firm line of silent anger.

Mr. Baracus was not intimidated as he leaned back in his chair, smiling that smile as he looked Katelyn dead in the eye. "Apparently you don't keep up with the news my lady. You see, with tensions growing more and more volatile with Domescadia, the price of everything is skyrocketing. Booze, food, drugs, recreation, weapons, medicines. Everything." The man placed his gloved hands behind his head.

"Again, not our fault if smaller businesses are not inoculated against a rising economic fracture caused by the prospect of war, but you must understand, supply and demand must be met evenly. We purchased what was available to us. If your supplier is unreliable, then perhaps you might wish to invest in opening your own brewery and sharecropper farm. Or... perhaps you could temporarily close your club down and become a soldier for Galideno, and take on the Black Emperor yourself? If you're brazen and foolish enough to make threats of violence right here, you'll need that bravado when Regis is right in this very building. And you know what he's capable of if you've watched any of his matches." Baracus countered Katelyn's threat with one of his own, before his grin widened. "Not to mention our own private security outguns and outfights your girls 10 to 1."

Katelyn growled lowly, showing her fangs. Her balled fists were becoming painful, as she dug her claws through flesh. "Hiding behind cheap smiles and a silver tongue. How quick can your boy get up here before I have ripped out your throat?" She comments, bringing up her right hand, showing her bloodied claws. "I disclosed my firearms to your bell hop, but you have to realize: I am a weapon. I don't need guns to chew punks like you for breakfast. If you think I will cower from your threats, you have another thing coming, bub. Actions are the only thing that can get you anywhere in this life. You think I'm afraid of you or the Families? Abdel at least puts a blade to your throat before he tells you he's going to gouge out your loved one's eyes." She growled, but instead of following through, she lowered her hand, using all the patience she could muster to keep herself from killing either man or woman. She couldn't die yet, she needed to know the truth yet. Of where that slippery bastard who killed her mother went. She could die after she had avenged her, she only had three more left to finish off after all.

"But I made my point. I'm not afraid to defend my pack. And now that we understand each other's mutual disinterest, I think I'll take my leave. Unless, you really want to do something rash? I mean, yeah. My girls are not the best equipped, but they have no homes either. We're a lost pack you see, and I'm their Alpha. Should I go missing, they'll elect another likely, but not before they'd storm this place like a pack of werewolves. Heh, some of them actually are."

She turned away, heading towards the door. "You know, it seems pointless having come at all now." she paused, rubbing the back of her head. "Heh... continue with your day Mr. Baracus." she says continuing her exit.

"Oh my, empty threats. You operate under the assumption that I am not capable of defending myself, my lady." he said, and his grin turned savage, as his hand lit up with flickers of light blue energy, as did his eyes.

"I too am a Scardian. And unlike my countrymen I'm not fond of people being deliberately stupid." he added as he let the energy die out.

"And please don't put words in my mouth, I made no threats, and I am, or rather I was open to negotiating with you, but it seems you came here with the explicit intent to try and intimidate me into giving you something. In other words, your usual scare tactics you try on small time distribution foremen didn't work and now you are frustrated. A little puppy without her prize, if you will. But if you want action, then here, take this. The fighting pits are open this evening. We have a full card of fights for our crowds entertainment. You would be a welcome guest. For free of course."

Baracus smiled again as he steepled his fingers under his chin. "Oh I would not say disinterest my dear... In fact, I may have news you would be very interested in hearing. With regards to a distant family member of yours in Lux?" that smile turned into a very cheshire grin.

Random Mobs wrote:"Oh my, empty threats. You operate under the assumption that I am not capable of defending myself, my lady." he said, and his grin turned savage, as his hand lit up with flickers of light blue energy, as did his eyes.

"I too am a Scardian. And unlike my countrymen I'm not fond of people being deliberately stupid." he added as he let the energy die out.

"And please don't put words in my mouth, I made no threats, and I am, or rather I was open to negotiating with you, but it seems you came here with the explicit intent to try and intimidate me into giving you something. In other words, your usual scare tactics you try on small time distribution foremen didn't work and now you are frustrated. A little puppy without her prize, if you will. But if you want action, then here, take this. The fighting pits are open this evening. We have a full card of fights for our crowds entertainment. You would be a welcome guest. For free of course."

Baracus smiled again as he steepled his fingers under his chin. "Oh I would not say disinterest my dear... In fact, I may have news you would be very interested in hearing. With regards to a distant family member of yours in Lux?" that smile turned into a very cheshire grin.

She paused. Half turning with her predatory eyes locked with Mr. B's. "Well there is some spine behind the silver tongue after all. I would be inclined to rip out your throat, but I still have shit that needs to get done today. But perhaps another time."

She was about to leave when he brought up Lux, and she turned to raise a brow. "I don't have family in Lux. I'm from the same land as Abdel, Domescadia. If you assume that all Wolf-kin are related, that's just as simple minded as me barging in here." she replied curtly. She rolled her eyes. "And you complain to me about being deliberately stupid." she sighs. "For the offer of the fight? Perhaps I may indulge my rage in your ring. It helps relieve stress." she continued, smiling just as impishly in return. "Enjoy the rest of your day," she says before pushing through the doors, letting them swing behind her.

A few more minutes pass since Katelyn Moonstone departed his office, and Mr.Baracus stood up.

"Lady Jessica, I am needed down in the arena. The matches have started, and I need to get some of our prized fighters prepared. And I need to rig some of the fights." explained the overboss as he did not await a response from the lady as he opened the door, and departed the office.

Several hours later...

Howard Baracus was dead. Jessica's figurehead was gone, and now the woman was destroying evidence that would involve her in any of the bastard's dealings before his untimely death. Gods damn him. He was a fool and a braggart. He should have had his 'head' elsewhere, but the rumor is one of the call girls killed him. They won't tell me how, but it doesn't matter... he's finished. She thought, sparking flame with her fingers against the stack of papers he kept, letting the ashes fall into the toilet of the private washroom. She had destroyed everything that tied her involvement with the Galideno Families, or had it moved to a place only she knew about. The drives jiggled between her voluminous breasts. She was sure no one would be foolish to chance grabbing anywhere there without some punishment.

She flushed the toilet, and turned around, looking through the opaque glass to the office. If you think about it... this means I'm truly in charge now. I need to have Olivia find the bitch who killed Howard alive, so I can torture her myself before I let her pet lizard finish her...but only after I thank her for allowing me to take center stage. She smirked, her glistening plush ruby lips perking up as she exits the bathroom and looks out into the city. Someone needs to get rid of that fatass Huel as well... I think I know just the person for the role... She thought, lifting her mobile phone from her shouldered, glittering purse.

It was then that the large heavy oaken double doors burst open inward. And standing before her, was the coated form of Ooromov, one of the senior managers. "Hello, Jessica." he said, his face dead emotionless, eyes fixed upon hers like the Domescadian serpents.

"Oh dear me, Jessica. On top of Howard's death, we've been receiving reports for quite some time. Rather interesting and disturbing reports. Pay discrepencies, secret deals, illicit trades... all under the table. Blemishing the family's good name... Terrible business that."



The look Ooromov gave to the woman suggested he knew far more than he let on.

Oromov the Black Serpent wrote:It was then that the large heavy oaken double doors burst open inward. And standing before her, was the coated form of Ooromov, one of the senior managers. "Hello, Jessica." he said, his face dead emotionless, eyes fixed upon hers like the Domescadian serpents.

"Oh dear, me Jessica. On top of Howard's death, we've been receiving reports for quite some time. Rather interesting and disturbing reports. Pay discrepencies, secret deals, illicit trades... all under the table. Blemishing the family's good name... Terrible business that."



The look Ooromov gave to the woman suggested he knew far more than he let on.

She heard the doors bursting from behind her, and Jessica didn't have to turn around... she could see Oromov's spooky mug from the reflection in the glass in front of her. "Well we are a crime syndicate, or did you and the choirboys forget that?" She asked, not turning to face him as she lowers her phone, closing it shut by her hip. She then slowly turned to face him with one eye hidden by wavy scarlet hair. "But yes, terrible business with Baracas dead, now there will be a bunch of lower tier thugs vying for his seat. But no worry, I have everything control..." her sultry voice full of confidence.

Jessica E. Springfield wrote:She heard the doors bursting from behind her, and Jessica didn't have to turn around... she could see Oromov's spooky mug from the reflection in the glass in front of her. "Well we are a crime syndicate, or did you and the choirboys forget that?" She asked, not turning to face him as she lowers her phone, closing it shut by her hip. She then slowly turned to face him with one eye hidden by wavy scarlet hair. "But yes, terrible business with Baracas dead, now there will be a bunch of lower tier thugs vying for his seat. But no worry, I have everything control..." her sultry voice full of confidence.

"I believe that was your idea specifically, providing you followed certain assurances that assuaged our benefactors fears. You know he disapproves of much of the criminal underbelly's activities, and only agreed to some minor ones to raise additional capital for the project. You also assured us that Baracus would not be able to implicate or be smart enough to manipulate. You failed on both accords, now both I and Galaerion have to be diverted from our own tasks to clean up the mess and get this place back on track. You are more lucky than you realize.... Lothor and Hazar themselves were going to come down here to.... how shall I say.... 'liquidate the business, and the contractors' I believe were the words they used. You havn't met Hrothor's son's yet, but they are more formidable than the twins, I can assure you of that. Only Hrothor himself and our benefactor could call them off. That leaves you to the tender mercies of the twins and myself."



"And, since I KNOW what you've done, my tender mercies are the best you can hope for at the moment. I can assure you that Galaerion and Istion are eager to return to their own tasks, and are more than willing to let the brothers loose. I am literally your only shot at amnesty Jessica, so start talking. Convince me, and make it good, because I have patience for only one chance."

All the while, Jessica had been preparing a cigarette on a long filter pipe, lighting the one end and drew in the tobacco smoke, before letting the acrid scent plume from her lips with a puff. She turns to him again, her green eyes even with the dark skinned Oromov. "Child of the Sands..." She began, insulting him lightly, approaching him, her sensuous features swaying gently left and right as she approached him, with one arm across her belly, propping her right elbow which held the cigarette stem lazily. Ashes drifted to the hardwood, her red heels clicking as she approached him. She pushed her endowed, DDD's against his chest, but not in a manner of seduction, but as a way to 'push him' back a little. "Howard was a fool who thought himself a martial artist master. He was killed by a little girl, think what would happen if it was someone who actually mattered?" She says with a shrug. "You can go back to your council, and those handsome Scardians can come visit me anytime, I'm open now Howard's gone." She smirked. "That is one blessing we can both agree on. I had everything under control, till the little slut came along and killed Howard. That made all those little men beneath him scramble. I was waiting for orders to eliminate Howard, and they did not come. My people are still on this case. We aren't some front, we existed before you council guys showed up. We can run with or without you. So tell me, do you want to make enemies of me Sandcrawler? Or do you want me to do my job, and kill the slut and Howard's little problems?" She looks him and and down, then snorts haughtily. "Now get out of my office, I have to get work done, half breed." She turned around, dragging on her cigarette, walking back to the desk. "I have to clean house before some uptight TIRS agent decides they wanna make a promotion."

Jessica E. Springfield wrote:All the while, Jessica had been preparing a cigarette on a long filter pipe, lighting the one end and drew in the tobacco smoke, before letting the acrid scent plume from her lips with a puff. She turns to him again, her green eyes even with the dark skinned Oromov. "Child of the Sands..." She began, insulting him lightly, approaching him, her sensuous features swaying gently left and right as she approached him, with one arm across her belly, propping her right elbow which held the cigarette stem lazily. Ashes drifted to the hardwood, her red heels clicking as she approached him. She pushed her endowed, DDD's against his chest, but not in a manner of seduction, but as a way to 'push him' back a little. "Howard was a fool who thought himself a martial artist master. He was killed by a little girl, think what would happen if it was someone who actually mattered?" She says with a shrug. "You can go back to your council, and those handsome Scardians can come visit me anytime, I'm open now Howard's gone." She smirked. "That is one blessing we can both agree on. I had everything under control, till the little slut came along and killed Howard. That made all those little men beneath him scramble. I was waiting for orders to eliminate Howard, and they did not come. My people are still on this case. We aren't some front, we existed before you council guys showed up. We can run with or without you. So tell me, do you want to make enemies of me Sandcrawler? Or do you want me to do my job, and kill the slut and Howard's little problems?" She looks him and and down, then snorts haughtily. "Now get out of my office, I have to get work done, half breed." She turned around, dragging on her cigarette, walking back to the desk. "I have to clean house before some uptight TIRS agent decides they wanna make a promotion."

"Tread very carefully Springfield. You forget, Our mutual benefactor is also the owner of this facility and the land it rests on. No small sum of money was spent building this place, and he does not share your optimistic appraisal of the situation." Oromov place his hands behind his back, and circled around the cantancerous Jessica. "You may have forgotten living here in relative safety, but the world is on the brink of open war. Before long, the profits from your little side businesses will dry up, and you will be forced to open up.... other new ventures. But if you want those opportunities, you need to keep a tighter lid on things now, and prevent prying eyes from trying to peer in on whats going on under the hood, from both sides. the TIRS are one, Adham's are the other, and probably greater threat." he then looked at Jessica again.

"Blade Breaker has already relocated to Lux, and that means we are running out of time. I need to know exactly what technology and information has been lost and to whom, because if the enemy manages to piece together what we are doing before Lord Blade Breaker is finished we are all fucking dead. Do you understand now the real gravity of the situation?"

She stopped, gasped. "Really? You mean, that I have to look out for the TIRS and Abdel's legions?" She says in amazement, before dropping the act. "No. Fucking. Shit." She blew smoke from her nose, and took a seat behind the desk, sliding one leg over the other. "Technology? I know nothing about missing technology." She said in response. "Nor information. I'm pretty sure all that's been destroyed or filed away, could be anyway. I mean, its not like we're running a multi-million Gilex business that skirts the law or anything." She shrugged, looking through her phone's contacts. She needed to get a hold of the man to rub out Huel. "Is there anything else? I'm kinda busy with cleaning out Howard's problems he left me, and on top of it all I have a movie to shoot in the city in an hour. You may like my role, I'm the helpless female superstar who's supposed to be eaten by a wingless dragon." She scoffed. "Animatronic though, so you'll still have to deal with me after the shoot. Poor you." She smirked, playfully blowing smoke in his direction. "I'll keep your people in touch, once I've dealt with the threats. If it was as bad as you say it was, Abdel's forces would have taken over the planet by this point. Let me do my job."

Oromov raised an eyebrow. "You wish to manage the business from the front then?" he asked.



"If you know nothing about the missing inventory, then I suggest you use the system access in Howard's personal computers. You need to locate the missing funds and stolen equipment with the utmost haste. As the General manager of the Bliss, this will become your top priority effective immediately... If you accept the promotion.:

Oromov the Black Serpent wrote:Oromov raised an eyebrow. "You wish to manage the business from the front then?" he asked.



"If you know nothing about the missing inventory, then I suggest you use the system access in Howard's personal computers. You need to locate the missing funds and stolen equipment with the utmost haste. As the General manager of the Bliss, this will become your top priority effective immediately... If you accept the promotion.:

She raised a brow back at him. "Are you seriously asking me that question?" She shook her head side to side, arms folded and chuckled. "You really think Mr. B did everything on his own? Behind every great, or in this case stupid man... is a great and cunning woman. He made silly mistakes, unnecessary sacrifices and was too preoccupied in honing his own craft to realize the threats in front of him." She scoffed. "As for the missing inventory and funds... I'm already on top of it."

"Very well then," Oromov said as he stood up. "I trust I will not have to rush back here out of turn again. If you need the assistance of upper management however, contact me."

He accessed a datapad and updated Jessica's access cards and credentials to the Bliss complex, allowing her General Manager level access, opening up the secrets of the complex to her that were previously only under the purview of Howard's control.

Oromov the Black Serpent wrote:"Very well then," Oromov said as he stood up. "I trust I will not have to rush back here out of turn again. If you need the assistance of upper management however, contact me."

He accessed a datapad and updated Jessica's access cards and credentials to the Bliss complex, allowing her General Manager level access, opening up the secrets of the complex to her that were previously only under the purview of Howard's control.

She smirked, waving goodbye to the Domescan flea. "Sure... Suuuure...if I need help I'll know just the people to call." She replied sarcastically. I never needed access... I had Barakas wrapped around my slender little fingers... there may be a few things I'm not aware of, but all the important information, contacts, the inventory the shit lists... I've been perusing them long before people flocked here for my songs or Regis' or Barakas' cagefights. She mentally mocked. "Go, go... your stinking up my office." She waved him off, taking a seat and propped up her long, sexy legs.

Jessica E. Springfield wrote:She smirked, waving goodbye to the Domescan flea. "Sure... Suuuure...if I need help I'll know just the people to call." She replied sarcastically. I never needed access... I had Barakas wrapped around my slender little fingers... there may be a few things I'm not aware of, but all the important information, contacts, the inventory the shit lists... I've been perusing them long before people flocked here for my songs or Regis' or Barakas' cagefights. She mentally mocked. "Go, go... your stinking up my office." She waved him off, taking a seat and propped up her long, sexy legs.  

"Don't get TOO familiar with insubordination, Jessica. There's only so much of that I will tollerate." Oromov said. But then the silver haired man smirked. "But I know why you want me gone right now... Don't forget to update the boy's contract appropriately. I don't think his uncle would mind too much, as long as you don't permanently damage him."

With that, he turned around and walked out of the office.