NationStates Jolt Archive

In the darkend confrence room, the young black man adressed the group of investors with a subdued enthusiasm.

"In other words, ladies and gentlmen, we are, in essence on top. Even if the rumors of Shinsekei releasing a new fighter are true, and if WYC is making a huge merger with UMAC, we are still rolling high. And with this new project, I'm sure we will be the lead in biowar corporations in Imitora. Thank you for your time," he finished, and left the room.

As he strolled down the hallway, CEO Byron Ellis brushed the shoulder of his suit off, and met with an adivsor. "Whats the news?" he demanded grabbing a glass of water from a fountain. He looked at a brief of files, and kept walking.

"We've never heard of them, but they are big. And the rumor mill has it that they are looking for a possible partnership or merger. And last time we listened to the rumor mill, we hit it big. I'm all for it."

"You are? Well, thats why I pay you big. Contact whomever we need to to get things going. I want there head in my office ASAP. Do what it takes. I'll write the letter."

The next day, the following communication was sent to the CEO of IVA:


Emperor Uganda, CFO of IVA

It is good to see another biological research company around. Now a days, it is hard to find anyone who can accept teh existance of our fine corporations, let alone another one like us. It is my great honor and pleasure, then, to invite you to the Umbrella Corporation main offices in New Housdon to talk of buisness matters, and discus the status of our two fine companies, as well as a way to litteral corner the market in our industry. We have been working on many projects which I am sure you would be intrested in hearing about. I look forward to your response, and anticipate your arrival. With due respect,

[url=http://www.hiphopcity.com/images/artists/jayz.jpg[/url]CEO and President Byron Ellis, The Umbrella Corporation
Making the world a better place

Lord Tal'had sat behind his large oak desk reading the morning mail. It seems that the mail boy made yet another mistake and delievered the wrong mail. He glanced at the letter for a moment noting that it was addressed to Emperor Uganda as CFO for IVA. "Damn it" he stated as he slammed his fist on the table, "I'm the CEO and founder of IVA and here Mwto'ar throws his weight around like it's those Aero-Tech pencil pushers", he added.

He gestured to an aid, "Get the Emperor on the line". "Sir...it will take some time to relay him a message", the aid stated. "He is still outside the system." "Well then, looks like this should be for me then", he stated as he took a sharpened blade to the envelope. Upon reading the letter, he promptly instructed his aid to have the company jet prepped. "Tell the pilot to make a course for New Hudson", Tal'had said. "Sir?...Imitora?" his aid replied. "That's correct...I wish to be in the air within the hour", he responded.

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The black jet neared Imitorian air space when they opened a channel..."This is flight 107 to NHAF, requesting permission to land..." The pilot glanced over to the co-pilot, "Well we should be picking up our escort now", he stated with a smile. "Sir...I don't understand", the co-pilot stated. "Your in Imitora now son...it's a whole different ball game, you think the Empire's Security is strict." The pilot responded.

:::Ding:::

Lord Tal'had looked up and saw that they must be on final approach as the safety belt light just came on. The cabin crew began to take their seats as one of Lord Tal'had's escorts opened the overhead compartment and removed a silvery briefcase. He reached into his pocket and removed his ID and slid it leanth wise, down the center of the briefcase. Upon doing so, a section of it popped up and extened a "cuff", which was fastened to Lord Tal'hads wrist. "Better grab a seat...we'll be landing soon", Tal'had told his escort.

As soon as the jet entered Imitoran air space, several anti aircraft satalites, equiped with both survailence and attack setups, locked onto the Sambizie aircraft. Several F/A-78 Ravens, with Athena Mod 5 activated and GhostSkin running full go swoopt in, and surrounded the Sambizie aircraft. One, equiped with a full sensor package, scanned the jet, and gave teh tower clearence to clear the jet to land.

When it landed, several gaurds belonging to the Umbrella corporation, heavily armed, lined the tarmac, and surounded the jet for the CEO's security. A black BMW 760i waited on the run way, a crimmson colored carpet leading from the stair way of the aircraft do the rear door, where an armed gaurd waited. The black car had blacked out windows, and looked almost menacing. Inside, Ryan sat, waiting for Lord Tal'had.

The gaurd opened the door as he approached, and bowed slightly. "Welcome to Imitora sir," he said.

Lord Tal'had returned the greeting with a silent nod. He then stopped and gestered to the Legions at his side, "Kro'luTuuk", he stated. Only one man, (a geeky looking chap) continued to proceed to the vehicle. Lord Tal'had entered the vehicle...after he more or less pushed the geeky looking fellow in first...

Byron sat back in the BMW. While not obvious from teh exterior, it had been stretched and chopped slightly, allowing him to sit with his back ot the driver, facing Tal'had and the aide. As tehy entered the vehcile, he extended his hand to both, offering each a cigar. "Welcome to Imitora gentlemen. I hope your trip was pleasent."