The Crimm
13-10-2006, 05:17
A news reporter stands in front of his camera, waiting for the little light to go on as he watches the goings on at the remote quasi-military base and glances nervously at the armored man beside him. Finally, the light does come on and he starts rambling on about who he is and a short(and innacurate) history he was handed by someone before he arrived. Finally he stopped babbling and turned to the man. "And here with me is the commander of this base, Pulkownik Hurst. Mister Hurs-"
"Pulkownik. It's a rank equivilent a Colonel. Get it right, microphone boy." The man says in a voice that says he has absolutly no use for the man and is irritated with having to put up with him.
"Um... yes. Well, Pulkownik Hurst... you stated to us that you wished to make an announcement to the world from your base." The man says, more nervous and uncomfortable than ever.
"That's half right. I don't really give a damn what most of the world thinks... I'm not here as some special interest story to win you a prize. I'm here to talk to others like myself. Independant businessmen with weapons. You'd call us mercenaries. What I have to say is simple... there is a long history of people with our ideals in warfare. Soldiers fighting for money and glory, rather than for land and honor."
He pauses and gestures for the camera to pan around as he speaks. "These men and women are all the best of the best that Crimmond has to offer. Marines, Navy, Aerospace pilots... all of them have ended up here and in other facilities to make their fortunes in war. Do we like the Empire we were born in? Yes, of course. It's a militant capitalist's dream. We are not patriots though... not in the sense that we will give anything for our Empire. We will do what we are tasked with... so long as the Empire pays well."
The camera pans back. "We are the Knights of Midnight. Named for an alliance of nations that valued strength, power and capitalism. All the things we stand for. We are also tired of being only regional players. Fighting only for the Empire and Gholgoth. We have a business proposition for the rest of the world's mercenary outfits, sanctioned or unsanctioned. For too long, we have been controlled by our clients. Unable to make true profits. Now is the time to expand... or continue to stagnate."
He holds up what looks like a contract. "This piece of paper is the first bricks of a foundation of a future that is full of power and profits. The International Non-Alligned Combatant Guild. I am asking that a neutral location be chosen, so that we may... negotiate the exact terms of the contract and how best to make it fair and profitable to all involved. Let me say now that, though this guild is being proposed by the Knights, we have no desire to take anymore than a fair share of power. All ideas and all opinions will be weighed by all in attendance and all will have a say in what shape this guild will take. Anything else builds grudges. And we all know that a grudge is bad for business."
The reporter looks throughly stunned by what has just transpired. Hurst looks at him. "What the hell are you standing here for, you Jimmy Olson wannabe? Get the hell off my base!" And he turns and stalks back towards the administrative buildings. The live feed cuts out.
"Pulkownik. It's a rank equivilent a Colonel. Get it right, microphone boy." The man says in a voice that says he has absolutly no use for the man and is irritated with having to put up with him.
"Um... yes. Well, Pulkownik Hurst... you stated to us that you wished to make an announcement to the world from your base." The man says, more nervous and uncomfortable than ever.
"That's half right. I don't really give a damn what most of the world thinks... I'm not here as some special interest story to win you a prize. I'm here to talk to others like myself. Independant businessmen with weapons. You'd call us mercenaries. What I have to say is simple... there is a long history of people with our ideals in warfare. Soldiers fighting for money and glory, rather than for land and honor."
He pauses and gestures for the camera to pan around as he speaks. "These men and women are all the best of the best that Crimmond has to offer. Marines, Navy, Aerospace pilots... all of them have ended up here and in other facilities to make their fortunes in war. Do we like the Empire we were born in? Yes, of course. It's a militant capitalist's dream. We are not patriots though... not in the sense that we will give anything for our Empire. We will do what we are tasked with... so long as the Empire pays well."
The camera pans back. "We are the Knights of Midnight. Named for an alliance of nations that valued strength, power and capitalism. All the things we stand for. We are also tired of being only regional players. Fighting only for the Empire and Gholgoth. We have a business proposition for the rest of the world's mercenary outfits, sanctioned or unsanctioned. For too long, we have been controlled by our clients. Unable to make true profits. Now is the time to expand... or continue to stagnate."
He holds up what looks like a contract. "This piece of paper is the first bricks of a foundation of a future that is full of power and profits. The International Non-Alligned Combatant Guild. I am asking that a neutral location be chosen, so that we may... negotiate the exact terms of the contract and how best to make it fair and profitable to all involved. Let me say now that, though this guild is being proposed by the Knights, we have no desire to take anymore than a fair share of power. All ideas and all opinions will be weighed by all in attendance and all will have a say in what shape this guild will take. Anything else builds grudges. And we all know that a grudge is bad for business."
The reporter looks throughly stunned by what has just transpired. Hurst looks at him. "What the hell are you standing here for, you Jimmy Olson wannabe? Get the hell off my base!" And he turns and stalks back towards the administrative buildings. The live feed cuts out.