Post by Josef "Gauron" Totschläger on Nov 14, 2009 20:57:54 GMT -5
[OOC: Warning: Graphic content ahead.
Approximately Three Months Ago, within the Vermilion Forbidden City]
Gauron sat in a plush chair at one end of a table that dominated the conference room. It had been a few months since he had made a report in person. He had hoped it would be a few months longer. Being dragged out of his operation zone for any amount of time hampered his ability to collect information or have fun. The meetings were long, boring, and filled with people that refused to trust him any further than they could throw him; a wise choice on their part.
"The Black Knights' numbers are just getting bigger. Much longer and they won't need you any more," he said in a condescending tone to the generals around him. There were quite a few there. Gauron only cared to know the names of two of the people in the room besides himself: General Hassan Khalid from the Ottoman Empire and Kayeri Brant of the Iroquois Confederacy. The two annoyed him.
"Tell us something we don't already know!" Khalid shouted. "We're paying you a lot of money for intelligence and here you are, not doing your job!"
"Gathering information is a careful process. It's nothing like harassing people," Gauron shot back in a cold voice. "If you want anything that's of any use, then you'll have to let me handle things my way." The Federation was starting to tighten its grip around him, thinking that he could be cajoled into obeying them. They didn't realize just how wrong they were about that.
"Please continue your report," another General said in a placating voice.
"Fine. Britannia is getting used to being an empire again very quickly. They're getting greedy and arrogant. They'll turn their attention to you soon enough."
"And how exactly do you know that?" Khalid interjected. Gauron could feel his already short patience for the man waning rapidly.
"I have my sources." Gauron didn't have to tell them anything. He was a hired man, after all. He planned on keeping as much of his operations out of their prying eyes as much as possible.
"And who might they be?" That was it. Hassan Khalid would die this night.
"That's none of your concern. You wouldn't know how to get them to talk, anyway." There was an edge in his voice now. It convinced everyone else in the room to stay silent. Everyone except Khalid. The rest of the report was filled with the annoying man interrupting Gauron at every turn, talking down to him, and treating him as though he were one of the Chinese Federation's rookie soldiers. His death would not be fast in coming.
Another two hours passed before the meeting was finally adjourned. The sun had set and the guards throughout the facility would be changing soon. General Khalid wandered through the halls, heading for his room at an obnoxiously slow pace. No doubt he felt as though he had won some sort of contest with Gauron. He had no idea just how wrong he was. The game was only just starting. The mercenary carefully followed behind the infuriating General and managed to stay out of his sight.
Khalid's door shut with a resounding bang. Gauron stalked down the corridor from where he had been watching and knelt in front of the door. His lock picks were out and just about to be put in position when he sensed a person at the end of the hall. He looked and saw a familiar face.
Warrant Officer Tianzao had been one of Gauron's best trainees. The soldier had picked up the mercenary's methods quicker than any of the others. He was a fierce fighter and nearly unbeatable in Knightmare combat. He also happened to be extremely loyal to Gauron. "I am not sure how I will report this, sir," he said in a dull voice.
Gauron stood from his kneeling position. "You won't report this, Tianzao. This is between me and the bastard in this room. Clear?"
"Absolutely." The Warrant Officer unclipped the keyring from his belt and held it out. "These will make it easier. It's G26."
Gauron took the keys and quietly unlocked the door before handing them back. "Carry on, Warrant Officer," he said just before slipping into the room. Khalid was in the attached bathroom, taking a shower. He hadn't heard the conversation or Gauron's entrance. Working quickly, he took the sheets from the bed, tore several strips, and tied them to a chair. The General would not enjoy this.
He had been done for nearly 10 minutes when Khalid came out of the bathroom. When he saw Gauron, his eyes widened in terror. He wasn't given a chance to shout a warning before Gauron delivered a vicious kick to his groin followed by a heavy elbow to the temple. Hassan dropped to the floor, unconscious.
He awoke half an hour later, strapped to the chair and gagged. Gauron sat on the bed, playing with one of his knives. It was one of his favorites - 15 centimeters long, slightly curved, made out of matte black steel, and featuring a ring on one side of the hand guard that let him twirl in on his index finger. The blade spun threateningly as Gauron spoke. "There's something you need to understand about me, General. I don't give a fuck what the Chinese Federation's agenda is, got it?" He brought the knife in and nicked the General's leg. "You're all worthless to me. No matter who I'm working for or what their reasons are, I am in this for one person. You can guess who that is." Gauron smiled as the blade made a deeper cut just above the first. Tears welled in the General's eyes and he made muffled sounds of pain and pleading.
"And here you are, assuming that you're somehow superior to me?" He stopped the blade's spinning and slammed it down, piercing a certain piece of Hassan's anatomy. He screamed as loud as the gag would allow and the tears in his eyes fell unbidden. "I am the worst thing to hit this planet since the FLEIJA, and you dare to question me?" He pulled the knife towards the front of the organ, cutting it down the middle. The General kept screaming. No one would hear, though. The walls and were thick and soundproofed, and the gag muffled most of the noise.
Gauron leaned forward and cut the tendons in the General's knees as he spoke. "You think you can talk down to me like I'm one of your lackeys, treat me like an idiot. I don't like that. The truth is that you are the stupid one here." Blood was starting to pool under the chair. He jammed the blade into Khalid's arm at the meeting of the scapula and humerus. His victim cried out even more. "What have you got to say for yourself?"
Hassan's muffled reply barely escaped the gag as unintelligible murmurs. "I can't hear you," Gauron said as he twisted the knife, eliciting hoarse-sounding screams. He repeated the process a few more times before popping the gag out.
The General panted and whimpered pathetically. "W-why? Why are you doing this?"
"Two reasons. One: you annoy me. Two: it's fun." Hassan opened his mouth to respond and Gauron sprang on the opportunity. His pistol was out of its holster and in the General's mouth in the blink of an eye. "Tell the ferryman when you get to the River Styx that there's a big group on the way." He pulled the trigger and the gun bucked with a crack. The body of General Hassan Khalid jerked as if shocked by electricity as a portion of the contents of his skull exploded out the back of his head, smattering on the wall and floor. He slumped forward.
Gauron walked to the bathroom and washed his hands and knife before walking nonchalantly out of the room. With the man's death, he would send a message that he was not to be trifled with or taken lightly. Warrant Officer Tianzao stood nearby. "You were never here, sir," he said as Gauron walked past. The mercenary smiled and kept on his way. The other members of the Chinese Federation's command staff had no clue that a percentage of the Devicers he trained would gladly turn on them in an instant. It was his insurance.
Gauron returned to Area 11, unchallenged, that very night.
[The End]
Approximately Three Months Ago, within the Vermilion Forbidden City]
Gauron sat in a plush chair at one end of a table that dominated the conference room. It had been a few months since he had made a report in person. He had hoped it would be a few months longer. Being dragged out of his operation zone for any amount of time hampered his ability to collect information or have fun. The meetings were long, boring, and filled with people that refused to trust him any further than they could throw him; a wise choice on their part.
"The Black Knights' numbers are just getting bigger. Much longer and they won't need you any more," he said in a condescending tone to the generals around him. There were quite a few there. Gauron only cared to know the names of two of the people in the room besides himself: General Hassan Khalid from the Ottoman Empire and Kayeri Brant of the Iroquois Confederacy. The two annoyed him.
"Tell us something we don't already know!" Khalid shouted. "We're paying you a lot of money for intelligence and here you are, not doing your job!"
"Gathering information is a careful process. It's nothing like harassing people," Gauron shot back in a cold voice. "If you want anything that's of any use, then you'll have to let me handle things my way." The Federation was starting to tighten its grip around him, thinking that he could be cajoled into obeying them. They didn't realize just how wrong they were about that.
"Please continue your report," another General said in a placating voice.
"Fine. Britannia is getting used to being an empire again very quickly. They're getting greedy and arrogant. They'll turn their attention to you soon enough."
"And how exactly do you know that?" Khalid interjected. Gauron could feel his already short patience for the man waning rapidly.
"I have my sources." Gauron didn't have to tell them anything. He was a hired man, after all. He planned on keeping as much of his operations out of their prying eyes as much as possible.
"And who might they be?" That was it. Hassan Khalid would die this night.
"That's none of your concern. You wouldn't know how to get them to talk, anyway." There was an edge in his voice now. It convinced everyone else in the room to stay silent. Everyone except Khalid. The rest of the report was filled with the annoying man interrupting Gauron at every turn, talking down to him, and treating him as though he were one of the Chinese Federation's rookie soldiers. His death would not be fast in coming.
Another two hours passed before the meeting was finally adjourned. The sun had set and the guards throughout the facility would be changing soon. General Khalid wandered through the halls, heading for his room at an obnoxiously slow pace. No doubt he felt as though he had won some sort of contest with Gauron. He had no idea just how wrong he was. The game was only just starting. The mercenary carefully followed behind the infuriating General and managed to stay out of his sight.
Khalid's door shut with a resounding bang. Gauron stalked down the corridor from where he had been watching and knelt in front of the door. His lock picks were out and just about to be put in position when he sensed a person at the end of the hall. He looked and saw a familiar face.
Warrant Officer Tianzao had been one of Gauron's best trainees. The soldier had picked up the mercenary's methods quicker than any of the others. He was a fierce fighter and nearly unbeatable in Knightmare combat. He also happened to be extremely loyal to Gauron. "I am not sure how I will report this, sir," he said in a dull voice.
Gauron stood from his kneeling position. "You won't report this, Tianzao. This is between me and the bastard in this room. Clear?"
"Absolutely." The Warrant Officer unclipped the keyring from his belt and held it out. "These will make it easier. It's G26."
Gauron took the keys and quietly unlocked the door before handing them back. "Carry on, Warrant Officer," he said just before slipping into the room. Khalid was in the attached bathroom, taking a shower. He hadn't heard the conversation or Gauron's entrance. Working quickly, he took the sheets from the bed, tore several strips, and tied them to a chair. The General would not enjoy this.
He had been done for nearly 10 minutes when Khalid came out of the bathroom. When he saw Gauron, his eyes widened in terror. He wasn't given a chance to shout a warning before Gauron delivered a vicious kick to his groin followed by a heavy elbow to the temple. Hassan dropped to the floor, unconscious.
He awoke half an hour later, strapped to the chair and gagged. Gauron sat on the bed, playing with one of his knives. It was one of his favorites - 15 centimeters long, slightly curved, made out of matte black steel, and featuring a ring on one side of the hand guard that let him twirl in on his index finger. The blade spun threateningly as Gauron spoke. "There's something you need to understand about me, General. I don't give a fuck what the Chinese Federation's agenda is, got it?" He brought the knife in and nicked the General's leg. "You're all worthless to me. No matter who I'm working for or what their reasons are, I am in this for one person. You can guess who that is." Gauron smiled as the blade made a deeper cut just above the first. Tears welled in the General's eyes and he made muffled sounds of pain and pleading.
"And here you are, assuming that you're somehow superior to me?" He stopped the blade's spinning and slammed it down, piercing a certain piece of Hassan's anatomy. He screamed as loud as the gag would allow and the tears in his eyes fell unbidden. "I am the worst thing to hit this planet since the FLEIJA, and you dare to question me?" He pulled the knife towards the front of the organ, cutting it down the middle. The General kept screaming. No one would hear, though. The walls and were thick and soundproofed, and the gag muffled most of the noise.
Gauron leaned forward and cut the tendons in the General's knees as he spoke. "You think you can talk down to me like I'm one of your lackeys, treat me like an idiot. I don't like that. The truth is that you are the stupid one here." Blood was starting to pool under the chair. He jammed the blade into Khalid's arm at the meeting of the scapula and humerus. His victim cried out even more. "What have you got to say for yourself?"
Hassan's muffled reply barely escaped the gag as unintelligible murmurs. "I can't hear you," Gauron said as he twisted the knife, eliciting hoarse-sounding screams. He repeated the process a few more times before popping the gag out.
The General panted and whimpered pathetically. "W-why? Why are you doing this?"
"Two reasons. One: you annoy me. Two: it's fun." Hassan opened his mouth to respond and Gauron sprang on the opportunity. His pistol was out of its holster and in the General's mouth in the blink of an eye. "Tell the ferryman when you get to the River Styx that there's a big group on the way." He pulled the trigger and the gun bucked with a crack. The body of General Hassan Khalid jerked as if shocked by electricity as a portion of the contents of his skull exploded out the back of his head, smattering on the wall and floor. He slumped forward.
Gauron walked to the bathroom and washed his hands and knife before walking nonchalantly out of the room. With the man's death, he would send a message that he was not to be trifled with or taken lightly. Warrant Officer Tianzao stood nearby. "You were never here, sir," he said as Gauron walked past. The mercenary smiled and kept on his way. The other members of the Chinese Federation's command staff had no clue that a percentage of the Devicers he trained would gladly turn on them in an instant. It was his insurance.
Gauron returned to Area 11, unchallenged, that very night.
[The End]