NationStates Jolt Archive

A quiet, dank back-alley was the scene for this event. A single door, flanked by a pair of well-dressed black men in business suits with red ties and afros stood stock-still, arms folded. Their sunglasses denied visual of their eyes in the darkness of the alley. Their heads didn't even turn when a pair of men walked down the alley. One of them was another black man in similar attire and cosmetics. Behind him was a single Hyperborean business man. As they came to the door, the black man leading the Hyperborean stepped up to his brethren, and he was addressed, without his brethrens' heads turning.

"So I heard you like Mudkips?" An odd sentence, it was obviously a code-phrase.

"Wise beard man. His words are wise. His face is beard."

Almost immediately, the third, non-talkative man turned to the door, procuring a key, and he quickly unlocked the door. Before the Hyperborean could figure out what was going on, he would be literally drag-shoved into the door into a dark hallway. The door behind would shut, and no light would enter the hallway. After some few minutes of quiet shuffling and being dragged about, he would be tossed into another room. This time, he would not be joined by the man who had brought him here. Instead, after a few seconds, a light would click on, and a table would be seen in the center of the room. The light was pointing towards the Hyperborean, and it prevented him from seeing the face of the man on the opposite side of the table. The man's hands were folded on the table before him, and he gestured to the table.

"Sit." His voice was ominously synthesized as he spoke, and it was commanding at the same time.

A quiet, dank back-alley was the scene for this event. A single door, flanked by a pair of well-dressed black men in business suits with red ties and afros stood stock-still, arms folded. Their sunglasses denied visual of their eyes in the darkness of the alley. Their heads didn't even turn when a pair of men walked down the alley. One of them was another black man in similar attire and cosmetics. Behind him was a single Hyperborean business man. As they came to the door, the black man leading the Hyperborean stepped up to his brethren, and he was addressed, without his brethrens' heads turning.

"So I heard you like Mudkips?" An odd sentence, it was obviously a code-phrase.

"Wise beard man. His words are wise. His face is beard."

Almost immediately, the third, non-talkative man turned to the door, procuring a key, and he quickly unlocked the door. Before the Hyperborean could figure out what was going on, he would be literally drag-shoved into the door into a dark hallway. The door behind would shut, and no light would enter the hallway. After some few minutes of quiet shuffling and being dragged about, he would be tossed into another room. This time, he would not be joined by the man who had brought him here. Instead, after a few seconds, a light would click on, and a table would be seen in the center of the room. The light was pointing towards the Hyperborean, and it prevented him from seeing the face of the man on the opposite side of the table. The man's hands were folded on the table before him, and he gestured to the table.

"Sit." His voice was ominously synthesized as he spoke, and it was commanding at the same time.

The Hyperborian sat down on the Chair, these were the men that Khan Alexandira had told him to meet.

"I take it you are the ones ho I was told to meet?" he asked.

"That depends," the Man said. "Are you the one with the money and the job we were told about?" There were a pair of cups on the table, each filled with water. A pitcher sat between them, filled with water. The Man took hold of the one near him, and it disappeared into the darkness as he sipped it. He then placed it back down on his side of the table and refolded his hands.

"That depends," the Man said. "Are you the one with the money and the job we were told about?" There were a pair of cups on the table, each filled with water. A pitcher sat between them, filled with water. The Man took hold of the one near him, and it disappeared into the darkness as he sipped it. He then placed it back down on his side of the table and refolded his hands.

The Hyperborian Took out a bag and dumped a pile of Metal bars out. "Temiaium, just like Gold and as Valueble. It can not be recreated in any Lab." He said, "wroth over 50 Trillion Universeral Credits"

The Man seemed to pause as he observed the metal. Picking up a single bar, he seemed to examine it before he clicked his fingers in the other hand. Suddenly from the darkness, two men exactly identical to the man who had lead the Hyperborean here quickly gathered up the metal before any word could be said by him.

"Then we have a deal," the Man said. "Provide us coordinates of the planets that need evacuation, and we'll establish temporary bases on each and work from there. Furthermore, escort shall be provided for the staff and government official evacuation ships to your home planet. Once they are relocated, our Corps will take full control of the planets and their infrastructure."

The Man coughed slightly before continuing with a question. "Is there anything else that's "read between the lines" that you want done?"

The Man seemed to pause as he observed the metal. Picking up a single bar, he seemed to examine it before he clicked his fingers in the other hand. Suddenly from the darkness, two men exactly identical to the man who had lead the Hyperborean here quickly gathered up the metal before any word could be said by him.

"Then we have a deal," the Man said. "Provide us coordinates of the planets that need evacuation, and we'll establish temporary bases on each and work from there. Furthermore, escort shall be provided for the staff and government official evacuation ships to your home planet. Once they are relocated, our Corps will take full control of the planets and their infrastructure."

The Man coughed slightly before continuing with a question. "Is there anything else that's "read between the lines" that you want done?"

The Hyperborian have him the Coordinates to Jalbam and Tankai. "Last time I heard, Tankai is under Terran Attack, so you have to move fast to get to there"

"That isn't a problem," the Man replied. "You may leave now."

And as he said that, the whole conversation had been recorded and relayed, along with the coordinates to a waiting fleet within range of the Hyperborean planets...