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It had become an bad time to be in Teritora for certain groups. the massive criminal organization that controled the Teritoran underworld had discovered that some outside orginizations were trying to estabish footholds in Teritora. That was not acceptable, it was time to show the upstarts why nobody encroached on Yorin Terittory like nobody dreamed of double crossing them. At same time the Teritoran Inquisition was launching massive crackdown on witchcraft and other heresies due to the increase in activities of demonworshiping cults and other evil groups and finally thegGovernment was hunting down sorcerors to put to death, foreign agents to expel and geneticists and other mad sciencists for breaking of various laws. The Teritorans were out clean house and they didn't care who's corpse they went over to do it.

OOC/IC information: Several members of Xanthal's infamous Ministry of Intelligence Division One have been dispatched to Teritora with the dual objectives of extracting those elements that are being hunted by the Teritoran government that wish to leave and and infiltrating and investigating the criminal group known as Yorin. This is, like all Division One operations, totally secret and will most likely never be discovered at all; and if it is it will be untracable to the Xanthalian government. Just thought I'd let you know. If you want to make an RP out of it, I'm all for it.

OOC:I would normally never say likely or not likely in Teritora but since its not involing any of the 7 Royal families or the King and inftrating the government I would likely right. It will be intresting however, lets go at it. Its always good to RP with you xanthal.

Teritoran Major Oganizations invoved in various crack downs:

Governmential crackdown:

the Royal Coast Guard: An national police agency in Teritora. Offically besides normal coast guard duties they dealt only with the policing of illegal weapons, drugs, and imgirents. Unoffically they dealt with more unusal problems and crimes that couldn't be handled by the Royal guards or by the Local noblility's guards. Such things as mad sciencists and their creations, directing major action against the criminal underworld and such paranormal and supernatural problems that weren't dealt with by the Teritoran Catholic Church. Notable for being the only Teritorans who don't wear any visable armor but wear instead black suits. They also tend to have an nack for making problems disapear... permently. Headed by Prince Iulius Borl

Teritoran Royal Guard:The National miltary, they are also the traditionial enforcers of nationial law. Headed by Prince Hurn Tor Asha

The Teritoran Catholic Church Crackdown:

The Teritoran Inquisition:An Ancient Church Ordwe responsable for for keeping the church pure of corruption, puting down heresy and other duties including hunting down witches. They are known for being able to always discover the real truth... by what ever means nessary. headed by Grand Inquisitor Bern

The Holy Order of St. Vernsi: An order of church knights founded in the 13th century, they are the elite defenders of the Teritoran Church and protectors of the faithful. Headed by Grand Master Jorn

Church Soldiers: Men and Women who have entered church orders as warrior monks and nuns. Generally seen protecting church property, enforcing church laws, with inquisitors or with church knights. N central leader

Criminal Organization:

Yorin guild:An ancient ruthless and down right evil criminal organization whos orgins are lost in the mists of time. They completely control the Teritoran criminal underworld and even amoung the international criminal underworld is known for extreme ruthlessness and outright viciousness with dealing with anyone trying to encroach on their teritory, gets in their way, or dare to try double cross them. headed by an Mysterious figure known only as the Keraci, an ancient Teritoran word meaning son of the devil.

OOC: Let's RP the infiltration of the Yorin Guild then. Sounds more interesting. By the way, the Xanthalian government keeps informants in all known nations' governments, and agents in its enemies' governments. There are no agents in Teritora (besides these Division One people), but there are informants. With this crackdown, you'll probably catch a couple of them. You could choose to RP some kind of diplomatic incident with them too, if you want.

OOC:Informants I would gather they would have to be extremely good and opessive paranoid to not get cought. I agree about RPing the infiltration of the Yorin Guild.

OOC: They work for Xanthal, of course they're good :P . Okay, you'll need to do the arrival post. You can choose where to pick up, I'd suggest with the Division One guy first entering a stronghold of the Yorin Guild (just because RPing the guy actually tricking the guild and joining would be boring) to recieve his first assignment. Since I don't know much OOC about the Yorin Guild, you'll need to interject a lot OOC for me. This is Division One we're talking about, so give me intelligent options too. They're the best of the best, and they do their research. I'll post a description of my guy momentarily.

OOC: I forget. Are Teritorans Human?

IC:It was an massive castlelike building indential to the buildings around and similiar to the tens of thousands other massive stone buildings in the Principality capital city of Asha on Asha three.((One of the three major Teritoran star systems)) However this building was the headquarters of the local branch of the Yorin Guild and everytime people went by it they crossed themselves to ward off evil. Inside the building Jorani Dona waited to give an new comer to the organization his frist mission. The new recruit would be watched closely and if there was even an hint of treachery he would be dealt with at once.

OOC: Well you have an idea that they are so ruthless, vicious and downlike evil nobody who tries to deal with them don't dream of double crossing them or encroching on their teritory. But that also makes them very arregent and unwilling to belive their screening methods could fail. Yorin Guild completely controls every Illegal actity in Teritora, theres less crime in Teritora because its so organized they can make more with commiting less crimes and theres no competors to challenge them. They try to stick to low profile crimes. In an way their over organizated.

OOC:Teritorans are human if stronger, taller, quicker and with more endurence than normal, their almost an subspeices.

OOC:Teritorans are human if stronger, taller, quicker and with more endurence than normal, their almost an subspeices. Much much of it hast to do with the knight orginated or in some causes, spy/assassin/ninja/black opp training of the RSC and Nikja and Ninja like training of the criminal underworld.

OOC: Is this profile good with you?
OOC-posted classified IC record:
Xanthalian database: Government database: Xanthalian government: Branches: Ministry of Intelligence: Divisions: Division One (classified): Personnel profiles: Field Agents: Xiatsu, Connor Hellen:
Current date: February 17, 3507
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Real name: Connor Hellen Xiatsu
Code name: Tanner
Current alias: Henry C. Turner
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Height: 1.83 meters
Weight: 74.84 kilograms
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Blue
Physical condition: Excellent
I.Q.: 163
General training (in order of passage): Basic (A), Advanced (A), Field (A), Infiltration (A), Procedures (A), International customs (A), Disguise (A), Torture endurance (A), Heavy arms (A), Light arms (A), General technology (A), Stealth (A), Forgery (A), Surveillance (A), Sniping (A), Urban combat (A), Rural combat (A), Enclosed area combat (A), Hand-to-hand combat (A), Escape (A).
Mission-specific training: Teritoran culture, Teritoran language, Yorin Guild fact overview.
Last training review: February 1, 3507
Review grade: A
Ministry assignment record: Division 6 clerk (3500), Division 19 field agent (3502), Division 2 specialist (3504), Division 1 training (3505), Division 1 field agent (3507).
Field record: MR21973, MR22001, MR22018, MR22020, MR22195.
Current location: Teritora, The Ancient Kingdom of
Current assignment: Infiltration of the Teritoran Yorin Guild
Comments: Agent Tanner has preformed his duties exemplarily throughout his Ministry of Intelligence career. A seasoned field agent with a mission success/failure ratio of 4/1, he has demonstrated high ability to perform in a variety of circumstances. Level-headed and not afraid to commit acts generally considered immoral for the sake of the mission, he was transferred to Division One because for his skill as well as his ability to function in situations with high moral stress. His current assignment will be his sixth field mission, his first for Division One.

OOC: Yes and Jorani Dona is waiting for him so he can give him his first assignment.

OOC: Yes and Jorani Dona is waiting for him so he can give him his first assignment.

Bloody server.

Henry C. Turner (Agent Tanner's current alias) enters the building with an air of confidence mingled with slight fear. As he strides into the main building, he looks about himself for some indication of where he should proceed.

As he preceeds an piec wall, where there was not even hint of an secret dore, opens up revealing an room where Jorani Dona was waiting patintly behind an desk with apperently no guards. Jorani Dona was one of those people that scared even harden criminals when his face was neutral and made them wet themselves when he slighlty smiled which wasn't an good thing. He had dark cold blue eyes that told of an truely evil soul lured behind it who would kill the person before them an horrorable aganizing death with the emotion of an person killing an fly.

Agent Tanner turns to the newly revealed room and walks inside cooly, placing the note he rad been handed by the recruiter and a photo I.D. with his alias on the desk. "I've heard a lot about you, you know. The dreaded Yorin Guild, king of the underworld. They don't seem to like us very much."

Jorani Dona spoke. "Only fools don't fear the Yorin Guild and what it does to its enemys. There are no country anyone can hid in that the guild can't find and kill them horrorably in and get away with it. Serve the guild well and you will go far, betray the guild and nobody will be able save you, there will be no place even if you flee into the Alien space that we will be able to find you. Your frist assignment is to kill the head of an foolish triad operation along with his whole family for daring to try to establish an operation miti in this city. Keraci nor the Yorin guild will torate falure. Anyone gets your way kill them. Kill the head and his family as viciously as possable we are trying to send an message here. Any questions."

"Should I make it clear who's responsible, or let the events speak for themselves?"

Jorani Dona spoke, his eyes flashing even more evilly than they were before. "Oh the event will speak for it self." He chuckled coldly, soundly all the world like an demon fixing to get his claws on the man before hims soul to torment and feed off of for all eternaty. "The message will be quite clear indeed."

Tanner grimaces inwardly and makes a mental note to tiptoe around this man. Outwardly he appears only slightly unsettled. He nods. "So who are my targets?"

OOC:The scary thing the higher ranked people of the organization are even more evil.

IC:" Miahaxi Weng, his son Yiu Weng and his three daughters, please do pay extra attention to making their deaths even more grosome. You will find in the abandan castle of an dead clan on the edge of the city. Standard layout for such an place." He chuckled again at the though of what was to happen to the daughters of the upstart somehow sounding even more monsterious.

Tanner nods and exits the room. He walks out of the castle, then makes his way to 'his' house (really owned by the Xanthalian government covertly by some long and complicated and generally sneaky and untracable process for this operation), where he logs in to a computer. Doing a search for castles that fit the description given to him, he identifies the location. He then does a search on the names of the family members, but comes up mostly empty. He finishes his activity with a search on recent murders in the area. Finishing his task, he firmly locks the doors and windows and goes to sleep.

In orbit, a non-aligned starship does its part.

OOC: I'll explain if I must, but if I do it'll kind of ruin some of the mystery. What it does won't visibly affect anything, it's working behind-the-scenes independently from the agents on the ground. The crew (which are actually, naturally, Division One agents) is coordinating their efforts with their compatriots through predetermined ques with no direct communication.

OOC:Little info, Teritorans got an another oddity, they tend to besides having large families, live in an single dwelling with everyone down to the 7th cousins. But you guy could clam his family died out for some reason and he's the only one left, with so many clans, it would be nul impossble to proof otherwise

IC:Jorani Dona watched him leave then went about his busines, the newby failed he better hope he died in the attempt, if he betrayed... well then he would get to have fun. He smiled coldly, an very bad sign.

OOC: Should I make this NC-17 by RPing out the brutal killing, or should I skip that part?

OOC:Skip it.

OOC: Gladly.

IC: It was late morning the next day before his task was complete. He had killed them all, but he knew that they were safe... In a way. In any case, the bodies were genuine. There would be no way to tell that the people he had just killed had doubles that were alive and well, thanks to some ingenious planning and the wonder of Xanthalian transporter technology. They would be in the brig of the Xanthalian ship in orbit now, pending their transfer to a quarantine facility. The outside world would never see them again. Agent Tanner checks a final time on the man that had been tailing him (quite expertly, he might add) since his departure from his home at four A.M. He pauses before the giant castle he was to report back to, smiling. This was going to be one hell of a mission. He walks inside, shoulders set and nerves steeled.

Jorani Dona watched the newest member of his branch of the organization enter then spoke with an evil unholy monotone voice. "You did your job well enough but next time I will expect better. Now that you have your first kills under your belt its time for an name change. Forget the name you had before, you are now simply Hurina. Is that understood?"

OOC: Should I just start calling him that, or should I stick with his codename for non-conversational purposes?

IC: "Hurina? Sure, why not? It's hardly my first kill, but working for you I have a feeling it won't be my last. So, what new task awaits me today?"

OOC:New name is just for conversations only. Its what he will be known to the orgization and people in Teritora in general as. Police records, governmental records and so on.

IC:Jorani Dona openly frowned and his eyes flashed more than usual with some unseen emotion. That was an little to inslince. "You will do what you will be told to do for the organization and like it." He paused and grinned an epression that belonged more on an Demon Lord than an person. "Or else..." He then turned to his merely seeming barely human evil neutral expression. "Now as for your next mission, you are to pick up an package from an mad sciencist by the name of Baron Tor Dorna from his castle 10 blocks from here.((With the way all the streets twist, turn, have 40% ending in an dead end, its an four hour walk.))" He spoke then an evilly sweet voice. "Do be carefully the Blackguards are out in force going after all the mad sciencists.((NickName for the Royal coast guards for their practice of wearing black cloaks, surcoats, armor and so on.)) It would be an shame if you failed to return with the package. I would have to take steps then wouldn't I and you wouldn't like that. Not an bit."" He laughed, sounding all the world like an pit fiend feasting on the torment of some poor soul.

"If I don't come back it'll be because I'm dead, and if I die I won't really care what you do. Give me something besides 'castle' to go on. Half the building here are castles. Unless you want me to knock on the door of every person in a ten block radius asking for a package, that is."

Jorani Dona spoke harshly. "Very well, Its the place with the strange glowing lights, screams, pickled heads lining the battlements and the howls of inhuman abinations coming from it, really high tower with an thundercloud blocking the veiw of the top of the tower and an black ozzing moat. You can't miss it."

Tanner smiles. "A sense of humor. I like that. Very well, you'll have your package by nightfall." He leaves headquarters. He was beginning to suspect that this would be a long-term assignment.

Across the street from the headquarters, the church had just finished one of its witch hunting raids freeing prisoners who were going to be used as virgin sacrfices and puting an stop to the witches coven across the street in the ancient half ruined castle across from the headquarters. An line of Witches guarded by church soilders and knights could be seen being led away along with an few inquisitors keeping an eye on the whole business.

Tanner watches the procession, wondering if among either the prisoners or the guards an agent like himself resided. It wouldn't surprise him, Division One alone sent two hundred operatives to the surface; Universe knew how many had been sent by other nations. Scarily enough, his was one of the safer assignments among those given to the Xanthalian field agents sent down here. Shuddering slightly, he makes his way toward the castle that seems to have a thundercloud hovering over it. Jorani was right; you couldn't miss it.

Baron Tor Dorna crackled evilly. The project for Yorin Guild was complete all would take is for it to be delivered and then he could get back to his work. Creating an army of mosterious creatures to help him take over the Princapality then the country. He started laughing again with an evil mad sceincist crackle NO II.

Agent Tanner, after following a few dead-end roads, finally arrives at the castle's front gate. Strange glowing lights eminate from within, along with horrible screams and howls. Pickled heads line the battlements that give way to a single tower that stretches into the sky, its top hidden by a rolling thundercloud. He looks down at the oozing moat of what seems to be tar. This was the place all right. He has to wonder exactly what the hell is wrong with Teritoran authorities that they let this kind of stuff go on. Shrugging it off, he grabs the giant knocker on the right-hand door and pounds it against its casing three times. He waits, trying not to admire the scenery.

Baron Tor Dorna manservent, an hidious abamination, cloaked in shadow. Then spoke. "The master has been expecting you." He went inside then brought out an small black iron chained with silver and cold Iron chains. "The Package sir."

Tanner regards the "package" a moment, then grabs it and puts it under his arm. "I won't bother asking. I don't suppose I have to tip you?"

The Creature spoke. "No sir."

Tanner shrugs. "Take this anyway." He hands over a ten-plati piece. "Use it for your next evil plan." He walks back across the drawbridge and back toward headquarters.

OOC: I love this guy!

OOC:I can tell.

IC:Just after he left the draw bridge an few score Royal Coast Guardsmen came up with an battering ram, quickly knock in the gate and soon the sound of gunfire, clashing swords, blaster fire and screams both human and not could be heard as the RCG preceeded to clean house.

OOC: He's the first Ministry of Intelligence character I've ever RPed.

IC: With plenty of time until nightfall, Tanner stops by his house breifly and lies down on the couch, gazing with curiosity at the bundle. After an hour of rest, he carries the thing back to Yorin headquarters.

Jorani Dona smiled coldly sonn the package would arrive. It was an compont for an special device that would make Yorin Guild even more powerful than ever. The faceless, ((The 8 Rulers of the Guild under the head huncho.)) Would be most pleased and it would surely raise his statis in the guild. He waited for Hurina to enter his office with the package.

The Xanthalian agent arrives just before dusk, standing in the doorway of the castle. "Jorani, open your wall. I've got your package."

Jorani Dona opened the wall and spoke harshly. "Come in."

Tanner reminds himself not to tick these people off too much as he enters and places the package on Jorani's desk. "There you go, Sir."

Jorani Dona picked it up, examined it and gave to an standard evil criminal underling type two minion who took it way. "Good, Good, I won't have to slowly flay you alive and impale you after after all which is an extremely merciful death. Now I have another mission for you. You are to meet an incoming agent who has been runing an top secret information network in Xanthal, Tirah, Tordor, Kecha, Zerni and Zroin as well as preparing the set up for operations in those countries. You are bring him here and you will 3 escorts to insure that he arrives safely. He is extremely important and the bosses and the head honcho will insure we all die agonizing deaths that will likely take 28 days to kill us if we are lucky and their feeling merciful."

Jorani Dona waved and an another wall openned and f3 men and women stepped out. The First was unusally tall((8 ft)) even for an Teritoran, massively built, bald, pale man who had cybernetic parts covering much of his body. What could be seen was covered in vicious deep scars. In his single remaining eye pure evil glared out like he wanted rip out the spines of the people before him. The second man was completely average looking Teritoran... too average looking. He was 6 ft 9 inches, thin, with emotionless, his only notable feature was his eyes. He had dead eyes like he didn't have an soul. Finally the third person, the female was clearly an rengade Nikja. She was clad head to foot in black, the only thing that could told was that she was 6 ft tall, an little shorter than the average Teritoran female.

Jorani Dona spoke again. "Your escort, they will insure that the person arrives safely."

Only Tanner's training keeps him from grinning. It would be a cold day in hell when the Yorin could set up an operation in the Socialist Republic. There was no market, and too many enforcers. Teritora seemed to tolerate the Yorin Clan. Xanthal would not. He already felt sorry for them. Being the highly trained agent that he is though, he simply bows. "Xanthal, Tirah, Tordor, Kecha, Zerni and Zroin? He must be very busy. Okay, where do I find this guy? And if I could have an actual address rather than a vague description this time it would be greatly appreciated."

OOC: Nice RP tactic. I keep trying to picture an organized crime unit in Xanthal... I don't think it's even possible with the amount of regulation there. The Yorin Clan would stick out like a sore thumb, and the Xanthalian government would crush them, even if they had to declare martial law to do it. To them, consequences are irrelevant. I have to admire the Yorin though... That they're even trying is a testament to their power.

OOC:Thanks.

IC: Jorani Dona smirked and spoke. "I am afraid not, he will find you. Go to the Tea Cafe outside the catharal and wait. Anymore questions" He smiled thinking about the pat of the Yorin Guild. The Criminal organization was founded in 3200 B.C. the same time King Teritora united the 7 Princapalities of Teritora, it was as old as the nation itself but its politcal and social system was not nearly as complex and confusing. Yorin Guild was criminal power incaranate, they were able to conduct operations even in the most hostile anticaptialist country because, there was always people wanted something they couldn't legality get and the guild could always get it one way or another. It would be intresting to see what the agent had to report.

OOC: Fun.

IC: Tanner sighs and makes his way back out of the compound and to the cafe.

The three goons follow quickly after him. Meanwhile near the cafe, the forementianed agent, Jiron waited for the contacts to arrive. It couldn't told wither the figure was male or female and it was careful to stay out of sight expecally from eyes in the sky.

Tanner arrives shortly afterward at the cafe and sits down, ordering a vanilla soda.

The goon squad arrives and place themselves in stratagic placements. After 15 minutes the figure walked up and sat at the table, ordering an Draco tho Thodu.

Tanner smiles. "Exotic name for such a simple order." He takes his hand from his pocket and offers it to the man. "Name's Hurina. Are you the agent I'm to take back to headquarters?"

The agent spoke pulling an perfect Xanthalian fenimine accient. "Exotic? Not really its just the best wine you can get." The figure then speaks in an provenical high Tenor Kechan accient. "Yes, your the contact."

Tanner raises his eyebrow, withdrawing his rejected hand. "Mmm." He sips the last of his soda, then tosses the bottle into a nearby trash can. "Are you a woman then? Or do you just do good impressions?"

The figure Speaks in an High Elven accent. "That would be telling and would effect my effectiveness." Speaks in an Tirah miner accent. "After all its hard to hunt an agent you don't know who they look like, wither their male or female or even their voice for certain." changes to an deep male Zerni mercent'a accent and follows up with an high sorpano female Tordoran sceincist's accent. "Besides its fun to make them guess."

Tanner nods. "Just try to stick to one voice, would you? As impressive as I find your ability, it's awfully confusing." He waits impatiently for his charge's drink to arrive. "So, obviously I can't have your real name, but I like to be able to address my aquaintences directly. What can I call you?"

The Figure chuckled softly and spoke with an latin accent as the drink arrive. "Thats the point, its meant to be confusing. If you must call me something call me Yui."

Tanner stands up. "You should take that with you, I don't want to keep the boss waiting. Yui, it's a pleasure to meet you." He holds out his hand to help his guest up.

Yuri nods, accepts hand and rises to go. As one the goon squad rises to follow them.

OOC: What is Yuri, really? I need to know for RP purposes. Include any "enhancements" he/she may have.

OOC:Yuri is an human female about 5 ft 4 in. with an few gifts. She's an perfect actress who can pull of flawlessly any role male or female. Shes also an unbelivablely good escape artist with an lot of luck. All contacts for her spy and and criminal rings, the ring leaders, know her as an different name, person and personallity making extremely difficult to even catch her. As for weaponary she has daggers, an sword and blasters of various sizing hidden all over her clothing as well as some standard Teritoran martial arts training in armed and unarmed combat.

OOC: Good :twisted: ... I just needed to know if my guy would get caught. He would have been if she had any technological components.

IC: Tanner escorts his party back to the base without incident, reporting back to Jorani. No one would ever know until it was too late about the covert nanomachines he had injected her with. The microneedles were on a tiny, skin-colored patch he had affixed to his hand inside his pocket. When he helped her up, the job was done. It was easy to throw away the patch with his napkin, and no one was the wiser. The nanomachines were new to the Xanthalians, a product of their current nanodefense research program (which has, by the way, been announced IC). They masqueraded as blood cells, and they were undetectable unless you knew exactly what you were looking for which, as the public hardly knew of their existence, was unlikely. Even if they were found, there would be no way to trace them back to him or the Xanthalian Republic. And in the meantime, the Ministry of Intelligence would see "Yuri" wherever she went. She would help them capture many illegals, and when the time was right she would be arrested as well. Tanner bows to Jorani. "I've brought your agent."

OOC: See, this is why I love Division One. It lets me be the evil, underhanded ass I never get to be as the Xanthal visible to the public eye.

OOC:Intresting. To warn you before time and for later times, contact poisons is something that came up IC: at an really old Teritoran event, one of the guests wore something to prevent from geting poisoned by someone shaking their hands. I'll try to find it but its likely deleted by now.

IC:Yuri smiled then took of some glove like materal looking like skin off her hands and threw them in an nearby trash can reveling slender feminate hands. The Skin glove was something she wore as protection agaist contact poisons and to give an false fingerprints to make it so nobody could get fingerprint match on her when she was on assignment but she prefered her black leather gloves. She turned then turned to Jorani as she put on black gloves and spoke. "Ah Jorani, still an minor monster compared to your higher ups I see." She watched Jorani nerviously sputter at this and look nervious. He then calmed down and spoke. "Yuri... I swear if the higher upps didn't think you so imporant and our glorious leader didn't have some conection to you I would put you in your place."

OOC: Noted, but that wouldn't stop this. It's not a contact-transmitted thing, it's injected. And unless the glove stops needles sharpened to the atom (which these literally are), it wouldn't make any difference. They're obviously not thick enough to prevent an injection or they'd be noticable. If you say it stops the needles I'll trust you though.

IC: Tanner smiles. He liked this Yuri.

OOC:It does but I imagion that your agent won't give up that easly. After all if they didn't kill him on arrival with such an imporant person they trust him more than ussual retruits. Something he could use to his advange.

IC:Yuri spoke. "An local personal manger put me in place, really." She chuckled warmheartly. "The missions are under way. I do say I find the man you sent for me to be most intresting. He will go far quickly." Jorani stared. His newest retruit just got aproval from an member of the central headquarters. That was something else, it either ment Yuri was impressed or Yuri was seting an trap for the new retruit by encoraging premotion.

Tanner bows. "I also find Yuri to be most interesting. No name, no nationality, no gender... I know nothing about this person before me except that she... and I say she only for refrence purposes; is a very clever individual indeed to get as far as she has in her mission."

Yui merely spoke. "An good criminal should blend in so well and hide their actities so well that they can work in the most law obiding and regulated area with out notice or real proof being found. If caught they should be able to dispear or escape take on whole new identities. I train my operatives very well."

Tanner smiles. "And I am very well trained. I am interested... Would you care to engage in a friendly duel? A match of strength and wit, nothing lethal. If I am outside my bounds, let me know."
OOC: What's the Teritoran equivalent of paintball?

OOC:Teritorans prefer close range melee weaponscraft and their own specal brand Martial arts. Some practice archary with the longbow but those are mainly Yeoman farmers and most others practice with various types of crossbows ranging from onehanded crossbows to heavy seige crossbows. Gun laws are strictly enforced in Teritora.

IC:Yuri smiled coldly. "You will not have time for that. Its time for your mentor to instruct you on the finer parts of the organization."

Tanner shrugs. "Oh well. I suppose that I can always find a less worthy opponent later. So, what's next?"

An tall figure with an tattered black flowing robe walks. Yuri spoke. "Your mentor in crime awaits is what next." The Figure spoke in an voice that sounded like an dry grating bones. "It is time for your lessons."

An tall figure with an tattered black flowing robe walks. Yuri spoke. "Your mentor in crime awaits is what next." The Figure spoke in an voice that sounded like an dry grating bones. "It is time for your lessons."

Tanner throws up his hands. "My, you're certainly the drama masters here, aren't you? Okay, okay... Lead on. It will be my pleasure to defeat any fair or mildly unfair test you lay on me."

OOC:Lets just say someone tried to kill your agents Yoirn mentor and failed, but you seriously don't want to see whats under the robes.

IC:Yuri chuckled. "Torik, your mentor to intrudice to you the guild is an veteran surviver of every type of assassination tactic the ancient and modern world has ever come up with. Everything you could thing of and beyond he's survived it. So now he instructs new members. Have fun, please do attempt to survive."

Torik spoke. "Come." He then turned and left to led his new student to an class room.

OOC:Lets just say someone tried to kill your agents Yoirn mentor and failed, but you seriously don't want to see whats under the robes.

IC:Yuri chuckled. "Torik, your mentor to intrudice to you the guild is an veteran surviver of every type of assassination tactic the ancient and modern world has ever come up with. Everything you could thing of and beyond he's survived it. So now he instructs new members. Have fun, please do attempt to survive."

Torik spoke. "Come." He then turned and left to led his new student to an class room.

Tanner just laughs as he follows his "teacher". I love these people! There's never a dull moment!

OOC:You are going to hear things your agent doesn't know about.

Torik spoke. "The Guild was founded in the year 3200 B.C. the same time as the kingdom. It is the oddest continiously existing criminal organization with some type operations in every country and colony. The real fun places to work are places like Xanthal or other countries even worse for operationing criminal operations. After all they belive they can find them out easly just because their organized or some other reason or if there is some warning sign. What they don't know is the ones they catch are decoys. You got me so far."

Tanner nods.

OOC: Until you RP anything like this in my nation and manage to get away with it I still don't acknowledge that you've established so much as a crack-smoking hobo in Xanthal.

OOC:Of course not, it hasn't happened yet.

IC:Operating in Teritora it self is quite an challange as well, the guards are everwhere and they can't be bribed and if its not them its the nobitlies guards, or the Church soldiers or knights, the Royal Coast Guard and other groups. You won't find an single drug house, Brothel and no slave rings in Teritora. Too vuerneralable and an magnet for goody two shoe heros and guardsmen. Besides too costly to try to capture people who are just as well armed if not better armed than you are and highly trained fighters."

Tanner yawns, speaking in a bored tone. "Mm. You don't say... Boy, that's interesting."

Torik moved with practiced quickness and ease to knock his pupil across the head. "Pay attention, I am going be leding you on an tour of some operations and telling you some secret histories."

Tanner just as expertly ducks the blow. "I'm listening..."

OOC: I hope that they fight when he's done talking. Division One agents are awesome fighters. He might even take down his teacher.

OOC:True and Torik has lot going for and against him. It would be interesting.

IC:Torik noted the dodge. Intresting. He continued. "Targeting the nobles to rob is diffecult at best for trained thiefs at best and with the higher nobles and the royal families nill impossable to pull off. As for the Royal Palace of the King, only the Xanthalians have been able to get even low level informants in that place. Way to risky. So in effect operations in Teritora have to be low level or at least operations that will not attract the authorities greatly. That still leaves great room for great profits expecally in the black market. Automoblie industary, exotic and in some cases untraciable drugs and poisons native to Teritora exported to other places, exotic and deadly animal exportation, and more can be done under means that seem perfectly legalmate to even invesgations. The Guild owns though member clans numerious legalmate businesses to hide its operations under. For example we are in the Medical Hostel of The Horni family known for their work and business with medinces and antipoisions for 3,000 years."

Tanner nods. "Go on..."

OOC: I'm giving this guy an ultra memory, just because my own sucks so bad I need to compensate.

Torik continued. "The one of three best ways to hid something is in plain sight under doing something perfect legalmate involing what your dealing with. Because its much harder for them to even get supious of what is going on, very hard to find evidence of wrong doing and its ridiously easy to hide or destroy what evidence there is." They entered an medince lab. "This is where we prodice rare medinces and illegal sell them cheapier than some of the major companies but at an enough for profit allowing people in countries who would be unable to get such medince because of cost to have the medince."

"So we do good deeds too, eh? Good to know that I won't have to lose my conscience completely to work here..."

Torik spoke inwardly smirking, but speaking in such an way that his pupil wouldn't be able tell if he was joking or not. "Well you might lose your soul and doomed to enternal torment in hell." He paused then continued. "But whats an little thing like that."

Tanner smirks darkly. "I don't believe in Hell. If I did, I wouldn't be here."

Torik continue to speak in an an tone that it couldn't be told withever he was being serious or not. "Then you won't mind selling your soul then will you? After all you seen what having no soul or the spirit of an demon has done wonders for the guild leadership. Your assignment officer is an an example but he's an saint compared to the local leadership and they look like the most holy angels compared high leadership."

Tanner can't help but grin. "If I ever had a soul, I lost it long ago. In my line of work morals are a hinderance, not a help."

OOC: This is actually true, but it applies to his coverstory too.

Torik spoke like he was quoting something from an old memery, musing to himself. "One can have an soul and no morals but one can not have morals without an soul." He continued walking. "Now, to the fun part, weaponcraft and sparring."

Tanner continues following, but quietly tenses in case his instructor tries anything.

They entered one of the complexes smaller training rooms, mats covered the floors, an firing range for various weapons was at one end and weapon racks lined the wall with various weapons. "Here is where we will spar, test what skills you have and what you need to learn or unlearn."

Tanner looks about at the various weapons. "Does this match have any rules?"

Torik spoke. "Frist we will test you on various projectile weapons, from dart guns, to onehanded crossbows, larger crossbows and short bows, then with thrown weapons. Then we will spar and when that happens, no crippling or killing and try to avoid mutual kills, their dramatic but useless for any line of work in the guild."

Tanner speaks with great confidence, but not without an air of respect. "Great. Hand me a shooter and watch me work."

Torik moved over to one rack and hands his student an small crossbow that can be fired with one hand. "Collapsiable single hand crossbow, small easly hidden and carried by about everyone in Teritora. Lets see how you do with it before we start on these others." He points to an larger crossbow, various sets of throwing daggers of various sizes and variations and throwing darts.

Tanner looks the thing over. "This is a new one to me. Let me get the feel of it. Give me a target."

Torik pointed to the various wooden and hay based targets that lined the walls of the firing range at the other end of the room. "Over there."

Inquisition Headquarters.

Grand Inquisitor Bern looked pleased as he read the reports. Alrightly 500 heretics had been sent to isolated monstaries to reflect on the errors of their ways, it was unlikely that there would be many more, witches on the other hand were what bothered him. They had alrightly arrested 3,000 cultists across the kingdom and it wouldn't bother nearly as much if it wasn't for the fact the witch cults practiced human sacrfice and every cult his inquisitors didn't catch mean that inncent people would die at the cultists daggers. That was what bothered him the most. But all he could really do is pray that his inquisitiors lived up to their training and let god's will prevail what ever it would bring.

Tanner takes a shot and the arrow goes about three feet astray to the left. He nods and loads another arrow, firing again. It falls down and to the right of the target. Reloading a third time he speaks. "I think I have the feel of it now." He fires again, the arrow embedding itself deep in the center mark of one of the targets.

Torik smiled inwardly. "Okay but that was the easy part." He points towards an set up of moving targets, some of them moving around slowly and others moving wildly around. "Now like with the other projectile and thrown weapons you are going to have to hit each of those targets."

Tanner looks disconcerted. "Do I get to choose what I hit them with, or do I have to use this?"

Tirak. "Spoke oh your going to be going at it with each of the weapons on that rack, thats why I had you shoting frist at the stationary target. I am seeing what you can do."

OOC: I'm just curious as to what you would do if you came across a Wiccan sect in your country?

OOC:Nothing, what they concider witches are demon worshipers and others with dealing with such creatures as well as people who conduct human sacrifice, the Teritoran prechristian reglion was not an pleasent one, demon worship, human sacrifice sometimes on mass and other unpleasentaries.

Tanner manages to hit all ten moving targets with fourteen shots of the mini-crossbow. He sighs. "Well, not bad for a first try I guess."

OOC: We probably shouldn't RP out all of the target practice, but I do want to RP the test with a pistol and an energy weapon. Those are Tanner's best weapons and I wanna show off.

IC:Torik frowned at his student. "Yes but those were people people you would have only killed two of them and mortally wounded two. After we get though these weapons I will test you last on firearms and energy weapons before we start on melee weapons and hand to hand."

Tanner grins. "When I'm going to fight somebody I don't do it with weapons I don't know how to use."

Torik chuckled. "Oh you will learn to use with at least compence all these weapons as well as some melee weapons. One warning, the agent you excorted in, be careful of her. She got connections with the main headquarters and to get her attection is very bad for your heath. Be careful."

Tanner places his hands behind his back after handing the miniature crossbow back to his teacher. "I'm always careful, but rarely cautious. I don't care who gives me their attention and in what way. I'll do what I do until I die, and then I'll be dead. That's all."

Torik spoke. "Around here, there are fates much worse than death. Much worse, why kill someone when fates worse than death is so much fun, assuming they can't get hold of your soul to torment before it gets to hell. I want you around 10 years from now and around here ill caution will get you an fate worse than death quickly." He starts his student on the other weapons and began to work their way down to energy and firearm weapons.

Tanner preforms exceptionally with a few of the weapons, well with most, but at least average with them all. It's obvious which ones he's had experience with in the past. Most of the weapons unique to Teritora he shows considerably less skill with.

Torik spoke. "I see, your going to have to go though an serious crash weapons course before your allowed to do any serious missions in Teritora. Theres children who do better with most of these weapons than you do. No matter, you will learn." He points to the firearms and energy weapons. "What your use on missions made to look like outlanders commited the crime or operating outside of Teritoran space weaponary. Lets see how you do."

Tanner smiles. "You'd better make it harder for me, sensei. Give me a pistol. Something accurate. A model XAN-302 if you've got one. I'll show you what I can really do. And speed up those targets."

Torik spoke. "Energy weapons, the best you can likely get would be Geran type one Blaster, surplus since the TP of Tordor don't use them any more. Common in the underworld among certain circles, it will take out even an assault robots commonly found in the underworld. Which is what energy weapon you will be using. Its the best you can in handheld energy weapons you can get without killing an TP officer for his side arm. Pistol you will be using is an Geran Type one 9mm Special, pierces body armors such as commonly found among bodyguards and criminals, it fires an armor piercing expanding bullet and packs an punch. Was the Tordoran police officer and miltary sidearm for 200 years before they retired ito over the protests of the Miltary and police personal in Tordor." He pressed an button in the wall and the targets changed and sped up to act like humans, cybernetic enhanced humans and guard robots evading, attacking and other activities.

Tanner fires two test shots to get the feel of the pistol, then fires; hitting every single target on the bulls-eye in under five seconds with as many bullets.

Torik nodded. "Now with the Geran type one Blaster, be careful it has more power than your average hand Blaster."

Tanner handles that equally well, though it takes him ten seconds to hit all the targets because of the powerful blasts.

Torik spoke. "Well at least your good at something. Now are there any melee weapons you know how to use and if your going to say knife or dagger please tell what style and type as there so many styles and varations."

"I'm good with almost all short melee weapons. Things longer than two feet I'm not as good at, but I'm still good."

Torik sighed and spoke. "Right and the 2 odd billion in something other people in the kingdom have also trained from childhood with various melee weapons. What is your combat styles with such weapons."

"Defensive, mainly. I don't have a name for my style, except 'winging it'. Rather informal, but hardly weak as many who have fallen to my blade have discovered."

Torik replied. "Meaning you got some skill and the luck of the devil I take it."

"Lots of skill and a bag of luck the size of a planet."

Torik spoke. "Then lets test that luck then." He pointed to weapons rack. "Choose your weapons, we're going to have an little sparring match."

Tanner grins. "Fine." He reamains standing in place. "I'll use my best weapon: Myself. You can take a blade if you want to."

Torik frowned. It was time to take his student down an few notches. "Very well but after this we will go at it with weapons." He took an stance that at frist glance seemed unprepared for any attacks that could come.

Tanner's eyes sharpen and he grins. "The first move is mine, eh? Okay then." He throws out a basic punch at his opponent's chest, being careful not to compromise his defense while he was still testing his rival's skill.

Torik moves out of the way clumsy barely avoiding the punch... or so it seems at frist glance. Torik was seeing wither his student would see what he was doing.

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Tanner sighs inwardly. He wasn't going to be able to feel out his opponent this way. Okay then, plan B.
He moves with unbelieveable quickness, aiming a chop at the left side of his teacher's neck. He creates a hole in his defense at the same time however, sacrificing the protection of his upper right body to facilitate the attack.

Torik seemly trips out of the way at the last moment like geting out of the way was an accident and 'accidently' delivers an strike at his students upper body with his left hand.

Tanner actually barks out a laugh as he jumps to the side, avoiding the blow and reestablishing his defense. "Interesting style. Hard to read, but undeliberate."

Torik spoke chuckling. "So you caught on did you?"

Tanner shrugs. "Not hard to see what you're doing... Your style has excellent defensive merit, but only average attack power."

Torik spoke approvingly. "Its only one of various styles I know and its only ovious to those who know what to look for, the average outlander attacker wouldn't know unless he had martial arts training. Its an defensive style, you end helping your attacker kill themselves while seeming like an clumsy fool."

"And only a fool can't see through it. Still, there are a great many fools in this universe." Tanner begins circling.

Torik was still in no aparent stance but now he would be using another style. "Yes there are alot of idots and fools and theres some that want stupid minions and guards just so they won't try to take over from them or get ideas. This is not one of those organizations with many fools or idots."

One side of Tanner's mouth rises in amusement. "Good for us." He jabs out with his left fist.

Torik seemly flowed way to side from the jab effortlessly and double attack first he aimed an strike at the side of his opponent's neck while launching an short fast kick at his oppentants groin. "Indeed, so what is your real name, not the one miser pscho decided to give you."

Tanner dodges doth blows by jumping back. "Turner. Henry Turner."

OOC: I'm beginning to doubt either one will actually hit the other unless they go for a full-out attack. At which point their defense will be gone and they'll be beaten. This could take a while...

Torik spoke. "Harry Tunnor. Hmm one of those few familes decentanted from the exiles and refugees on the exile islands back on earth that fled to Teritora for various reasons are you? Word of advice, you only really need to go by the name they give you when dealing with the folks in charge, thats what everyone else does."


OOC:I think your right, their going be at it while, talking as well though.

Tanner looks vaguely confused. "Uh... Yeah. Well, I don't like my given name much anyway, so..."

OOC: Teritorans are big on family names and histories, aren't they?

OOC:Oh yes really big on families names and histories, the great nobles of records of various times going back to 3200 B.C. Family Honor, Personal honor, family history, historic loyalities and so on.

IC:Torik stared intently from under his hood. "How odd. Most strange indeed."

Tanner sighs. "Sorry, I'm not Teritoran by birth. I don't know all about these families."

Torik spoke. "Don't worry, you will become Teritoran, all outsiders become Teritoranized sooner or later."

Tanner fakes right, but doesn't attack. "That's comforting; thanks."

Torik movies back but then feints an kick, punch, strike combo but dosen't commit.

Tanner doesn't even flinch. "Now that was predictable."

Torik grinned under his hood. "It was an slip after all you must expect an Old man like my self to make those time to time."

Torik grinned under his hood. "It was an slip after all you must expect an Old man like my self to make those time to time."

Torik grinned under his hood. "It was an slip after all you must expect an Old man like my self to make those time to time."

Torik grinned under his hood. "It was an slip after all you must expect an Old man like my self to make those time to time."

Tanner chuckles. "I'm trying to think of a good way to take you down without killing you. I'm having some difficulty."

Torik chuckled as well. "I am having the same difficult but I still have some tricks up my sleeves."

"I'll be here all day."

Torik spoke. "Yes but, for us to progress any farther and for you to learn more you must finsh this either with you winning or your defeat."

"Really? What's wrong with a draw?"

Torik paused for 5 minutes then spoke. "Their gone. It was just to throw off some listeners. An draw is fine. Just don't need it getting around. High command likes to knock off people who do too well as being pausable spies."

"They kill their best people because they might be spies? Your leaders don't seem to be the most intelligent folks around. Evil, but not intelligent."

Torik spoke. "Depends how you look at it. They have other means of retruiting intellence and highly skilled people so if they have someone come in as you were brought in that seems to be too good than what the info says on them then that person is likely an spy. As they see it you would be too good to be just an raw retruit."

"I told them right from the start that I was highly experienced in combat. Of course, I couldn't say why. I need to protect my former employers too."

Torik spoke. "The guild has very good spies and also makes good use of sleeper agents even over generations. Another reason they would be watching you even more than usual, if they can't find out who was your orginal employer if you had one or if just your records just don't seem quite right your get their attention in the wrong way. I would sujest you arrange something to get in their hands to make them happy and get some of the heat off of you. Everyone who come in here is highly expernced fighters as well as highly experenced at other things. [i]Nobody/i] fights one of the training instructors to an draw."

"I'm not going to lie to the guild leaders. It's hard enough lying to everyone else. I can't exactly be honest about my life around friends."

Torik raised his eyesbrows. "Friends outside the guild?" He paused. "I would put off seeing them for while until the guild stops having you followed around, otherwise oh fearless leaderd may use them against you if they find them as insurence. I am only telling you these things for your own survival."

Tanner breathes deeply, remaining on gaurd. "I've never been one for doing what's best. That's how I got where I am today. I do what seems exciting and fun, then wing it. A bad situation has never bothered me because I'm the best. Yes? When I go down, that's the end."

OOC:You getting the feeling that old Torik isn't quite what he seems?

Torik spoke again. "That would be most foolish, nothing is what is seems." He paused as if he heard something than spoke something else with an hint of in his voice for his student to follow. "An most intresting spar, now what type of melee weapons would you like to test out, your need to try at some type of sword and an some type of dagger dagger."

OOC: I've noticed that he acts differently from the others, if that's what you mean. You're going to mess up my plans, aren't you?

IC: "A katana will be fine. That's my best blade. Long but light is the way to go."

OOC:I am not planning to

IC:Torik nodded. "Very well, theres one on the rack over there." He paused. "Their gone again, now we going have to do something so you don't get your self killed."

Tanner grabs the sword. "What are you talking about, anyway?"

Torik grabbed an long slightly curved single edged sword that was slightly shorter than an katana... It was an type of weapon only used by Nikja, RSC operatives and their ink, the type of people who owed allegince to some noble or the king himself and would never working for an criminal organization, at least not to benfit the guild anyway. "We all got secrets but your attitude and mannerisms are going to get you killed and I frown on people getting themselves killed."

Tanner laughs. I'm not planning on being here much longer. "Don't worry abot me, sensei."

Torik muttered inaudablely. I been on assignment for 20 years, I will not have my long term investagtions ruined by some hot shot newcomer "Do you take anything seriously?"

OOC: Aha! I thought so! 20 years though? Talk about a long-term assignment. The Ministry of Intelligence will be turning over a huge file to the Ministry of Justice as soon as their agents are out of here in about a week. At that point, the Ministry of Justice will remove every Yorin Guild collaborater they can find in the country. They'll miss a lot of them, no doubt; but the idea is just to give the message that they'll not allow the Guild's operations to continue in Xanthal.

IC: "I take everything seriously. There's no reason not to have a good time too though."

OOC:Not that will deter the guild, their just be sneaker about it and even more quiet about it. Yep Torik is one of several agents from varous agencies ranging from the RSC, to various's Nikjas, the Royal coast guard, the space police and others on long term undercover assignments in the guild.

IC:Torik spoke. "Just make sure you keep serious, this is an dangerious game at best, deadly at worse. We are all walking an tightrope other an demon filled pit here and the leaders are ready to shake the rope."

OOC: You really don't understand Xanthal at all, do you? The way the economy and society there is structured the Yorin Guild simply can not exist. I dare you to try it. It just can't work. If you conduct your business elsewhere and just let people take the goods home you might be able to pull it off, but bringing the business into Xanthal... It's just not going to happen. Seriously, start an RP. You'll see why.

IC: Tanner rolls his eyes. "Are you done yet? I'm getting bored over here."

OOC:Maybe when I have more time and wrap up some other storylines. I will say that one of the methods that the Guild uses is sleepers, sometimes an few generations of them before they become active.

IC:Torik picked up an long dagger that was almost an short sword, took an stance and spoke. "No young one, now you must face me in an show of skill with you weapon."

Tanner sighs. "Nonlethal combat with lethal weapons is such a bother." He jumps forward and makes a straight cut at his opponent.

IC:Torik under his hood got that look that Teritoran got when they were doing something dangerious that they concidered 'fun'. "Bother? No this fun, the most fun your going to get before the really boring letures start." He deflected away the cut with his dagger and pu and launched and sliced at his students face.

Tanner grins and ducks as he rolls to the wall. Torik's slice takes a bit of hair from his head, nothing more. Tanner puts on a mock-pouty face. "Hey man, watch the do!"

Torik grinned alrightly moved back into his stance. "Oh okay, would you prefer if I aim much lower, you would make an intresting sorpano."

Tanner chuckles. "I have nut cups of steel! ...I'll just borrow these." He reaches behind himself and grabs two throwing knives and a dagger. The knives go into his belt and the dagger goes into his left hand in one flud motion.

Torik smiled. "Ah saw the advange did you?" He smiled, he alrightly had some throwing daggers hidden on him, the right movement of his wrist an one would be in his hand to throw.

Tanner beams. "Taking advantage of your environment is the key to winning these battles. Now are you going to take a turn attacking, or are you going to leave all the work to me?"

Torik smiled. "But as it is right now and the fact I am such an old man against such an young man, defensive tactics serve me best."

"Bah. You're not fooling me, you're just as fit as I." Tanner swings his katana in a large arc towards Torik's neck from the right. His other hand brings the dagger to bear in a defensive motion.

Torik dodges out of the way, swings his sword at his opponent's side and strikes at his opponents dagger hand with his own dagger.

Tanner grins. If you can reach me I can reach you old man! Tanner uses his own momentum to relieve his opponent of his dagger and block the sword with only his left hand weapon. A split second later his swordpoint is at his Torik's jugular. He smiles sweetly. "I win."

OOC: That was a bit godmodded, but I did want to end the fight sometime this century. If you have an objection I'll delete it.

Torik spoke. "Not quite, your dead as well. Unless you can recover from and dagger to the heart." He had used his own movement to twist his wrist slightly hand put one of the throwing daggers in his hand from its holding place and the dagger in the pefect postion to go into his student's heart. "I always have an trick or two up my sleeve."

OOC:Yes it was but I evened it out.

Tanner sighs. "I'd hate to ruin your small victory, so I'll let that comment pass. Bye now!" He exits the room and heads back to the castle's entrance.

Torik watched him leave, he had some supisions about his recent student but only the RSC would really know and they wouldn't talk to some deep cover agent for the Royal Coast guard.I am not sure wither I should have thrown that fight however like I did. I might have given something away about my self as is. I don't need anyone getting the idea, possable freindly or not that I am not anything other than an old man who's survived an long time in an one of the deadly if not the deadist most ruthless and oldest criminal organization around

Tanner spends the rest of the day in conference with himself. Locked up in his room, he communicates with his superiors over secure channels that can't be detected even by the most sensitive equipment. There are several topics, but one in particular. He goes to bed knowing that he'll not wake up on this planet.

Torik quietly left and that night made his quartly report to RCG headquarters, else where other agents from various government and church groups made their reports and plans. Also that night the guild struck out at several upstarts in lighting fast operations, by dawn, there was no evidence the upstart organizations ceased to exist and all phsical records and evidence of their exstance was destroyed.

Torik quietly left and that night made his quartly report to RCG headquarters, else where other agents from various government and church groups made their reports and plans. Also that night the guild struck at several upstarts and wiped them out completely leaving no physical evidence that the operations ever existed and all the people in the attacked operations involed were killed.

OOC: Tanner included, or is that up to me?

OOC:That would be up to you, Xanthal.

OOC: Wow. I thought I'd have to do something suspicious! Who'd have guessed that the Guild would wipe out any trace evidence on its own? What luck for them!

IC: Even as Tanner's body was disposed of on the planet, Tanner walked the halls of the ship taking him and the rest of the Xanthalian agents home. It had been an interesting mission, and he's got plenty to tell his superiors when they return.

OOC: Would you like to try the Yorin-in-Xanthal thing here, or close this RP and do it later?

OOC:Let me think about it, its time for me to log off for the night. If I do it, keep in mind I will do it with several methods, including sleeper agents, some there for several generations. Let me work out how I am going to do this.

OOC: Okay. You'll need to tell me more about these "sleeper agents" though.

OOC:The basic Idea about sleeper agents are yhats agents sent into an country but they don't start up operations at once, do things slowly until years later they become active agents.

OOC: For generations?