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Silens Nex

Silens Nex is the gang at the top of Aurum Doman organized crime. They smuggle weapons, assasinate government officials, counterfit money...you name it, they've probably done it. This notorious group has existed since the 1950's after Aurum Domus' defeat in the Twelve Years War. It is made up of disgraced military officers and just people who enjoy killing. This group is allegedly hired out by the ADIA to do dirty work, this should be taken with a grain of salt. Known allies include the Red Mafia, who Silens Nex buys at least some of their weapons from. The man at the helm of this organisation is known as Mortuss Visio. The legend goes that he was horribly disfigured in the Twelve Years War and the government never compensated him. Who he was before, we have no idea.

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Central Highway, Outside of Goldton

A military truck loaded with recently decommisioned AK 103s is on its way to a warehouse where the weapons will be eventually sold. Silens Nex has other ideas.

Two jet black motorcycles with two riders wearing matching black uniforms with a silver skull upon them each speed behind the truck. A signal is given and the motorcycles pull on either side of the truck. The rider on the right side of the truck pulls up an AMP-1 and opens fire, killing the passenger. As the driver reaches for his pistol he too is killed. The riders jump onto the moving truck, open the doors and yank out the bodies. Another weapons shipment has been stolen. Dusk is falling upon Aurum Domus.

OOC: Open? Need a fence for the guns?

OOC: Yeah this thread is opened but the guns aren't for sale. However if there is a criminal organisation that would like to open relations with Silens Nex then feel free.

OOC: cool.

Encrypted message to follow:


My organization has heard of Silens Nex, much of which the men working for me believe must be legend. However, I have reason to believe that if our two organizations were to work together, we would be able to achieve great things.

Please contact me if you are interested.


~Cassius

Encrypted Message:

We would be interested in working together. I suggest a formal meeting in our headquarters in Moutn Tritium.

Mortuss Visio

Encrypted Message:

We would be interested in working together. I suggest a formal meeting in our headquarters in Moutn Tritium.

Mortuss Visio

Encrypted Response

Unfortunately, I have business to attend to. I am sending one of my most trusted lieutenants. You may consider his words as my words.

Members of my organization do not like to leave too much of a trail when they travel, so he will be arriving via his houseboat. What port should he arrive at?

~Cassius

OOC: Can I have a VSIS Agent within Aurum Domus?

Encryption= high
From: Tantalus INC.

We would like to inquire if your organization is interested in having an ally with a
legitimate face. Besides our standing as a company, and being, for all
intents and purposes, the only crime oraganization in Free Shepmagans,
we have major pull over the government. If you think this arrangement
could be profitable, do not hesitate to contact us.

OOC: Sure Vetaka

IC:

Encrypted Message to unamed organisation:

Your lieutenant can arrive in Uber Prodigium, it is a very busy port city and therefore hard to draw attention to yourself.

Mortuss Visio

To: Tantalus Inc

We would be glad to establish relations with your roganisation

Mortuss Visio

Encrypted Message to unamed organisation:

Your lieutenant can arrive in Uber Prodigium, it is a very busy port city and therefore hard to draw attention to yourself.

Mortuss Visio


He should arrive in a matter of days

~Cassius

OOC: Care to fast forward to the meeting?

OOC: Cool the agents mission has been sent to investigate Silens Nex. Do you mind michelle spying on this mission?

Goldton, Aurum Domus:

Michelle Seato a women of some 6ft with Blonde Hair wore leather trousers a low cut black top and a Black leather jacket sat in her hotel room checking her e-mail. To everybody within Aurum Domus she was Michelle Janeway a tourist from the nation of Vetaka. However this was all a cover in actual fact she was a Vetakan Security and Intelligence Service (VSIS) Agent. She had been sent by VSIS to investigate a group known as Silens Nex a group VSIS Foreign Intel had identified as a threat to the stability of the government and thus to one of Vetaka's most respected and strongest Allies. As a result VSIS wanted to know more thus they had sent one of their best operatives Michelle Seato.

Encryption= high
From: Tantalus INC.

Excellent. We look forward to doing business with you in the future, we'll be
keeping an eye on you. If you need to contact us, simply use this address.

OOC: Oh you can send her but don't be surprised if she ends up dead or incapacitated.

Yeah we can fast forward to the meeting. RP your guy coming to ski on Mount Tritium. The company that runs the ski resort there is merely a front for Silens Nex. They are expecting your arrival.

Bump

OOC: No Problem I am off to bed but ill have a post up within 8 hours.

I would like to send a unit (eight Police Officers in total) of Special Operations Police to help you stop theses terrorist. Is this ok?

Thomas Glower
President of Green Hawk

OOC: Bad IC post, I know...

OOC: Nah were good for now.

OOC: Can I have a dramatic entrance to this ski resort meeting place? I'm the Red Mafia and he'll have the proof on him.

If anything was true, it was that Claude DeCell did not like skiing.

He hiked up to the resort with his snow board and his things tied to his backpack. The Army coat he usually wore was supplemented by an even heavier jacket that was issued to him in his Special Operations training. And like all former Siapian Special Forces, he hated skiing, because, like all other SSFs, he had to do the "bare slide", where he and his entire plattooon cross country skiid 3/16ths around the base of Mt. Heaven in January. The sight of skis still made him shiver.

He wanted nothing to do with skis.

Hopefully they should figure this out. His SSF jacket, though fraying at the corners, still had the Siapian Army insignia. When he entered the foyer, he approached the desk and said, "Hi, I have a reservation."

The sound of a plane over a mountain wouldn't be a strange thing. Nor would the sound of it descending making a characteristic roar be odd. What was odd was the fact that it seemed to be going far too steep an angle for civilian planes. Then a man tumbled out of it. The plane went toward the ground, behind a mountain, and vanished into a fog bank. It was a chartered plane designed to reach backwoods landing strips and find a quiet place to ski and the pilot was shocked when the man jumped out early.

The man did several tumbles and proceeded to deploy a large parachute, a special forces style one and turned at the ski resort. As he neared the approach, he went skiborne, detaching the parachute. He slid down the mountain awkwardly, until he finally smashed through the ski resort's window.

He lay there, face down, glass scattered everywhere, his skis supporting his legs up, like he was frozen in time, perpetually falling on his face.

'Our special guest is here."

"Send him in."

Michelle after recieving an update from VSIS regarding a possible Headquarters for Silens Nex had proceed to it as fast as she could on the drive to the bottom of the mountain she had checked her map and also viewed some Live Satellite Pictures via her OBSAT VSIS PDA. She was very impressed by this place as she loved to ski dressed in Civilian Winter Clothing with skis strapped to her back she hiked up to the impressive building and waited for a moment taking in the amazing sceneary.

She decided to take the direct approach entering the building she entered the foyer and approached the desk speaking to the person she smiled and put on her most flirty voice:

"Hi do you have a room I could have for the night? I don't have budget anything at all?"

Establishing encrypted communications, secure, 512-bit, IPv8, under SeComm V. 3.44 build 6342.
Recipient is (removed IP spoof with CounterStrike Security V3.00) spec-slnxanon@adsl-204a-7ffb-c831-bfa1-e31b-0003-0000-0000
No active recipient: prerecord instead. Provide prerec after ping 31.

Mortuss Visio. You must remember me - General Nikolo Kamarov from the military. I am now retired, but still the taste of war remains in my mouth. Your recent exploits in the black market and otherwise have taken a hold of my attention.

If you should notice, I no longer exist on Aurum Doman records. A handy time it is to have friends in high places. It is a most convenient disappearance that has allowed me to mask my mostly "questionable" movements. The world of commerce is a fascinating place, especially in those dark and musky places over which reason and justice have no control. It is so that I have quietly formed Ex Nihilo, an equally quiet organization that operates under some very dark shadows in the Trade, which has most appropriately been formed from nothing.

I extend my hand to you, of Silens Nex, that old enemies may unite. And it is as simple as that. Details shall be presented should one accept. This message may not exceed 1024 bytes, so I cut it short. I await your reply.

To: General Nikolo Kamarov
From: Mortuss Visio

I agree aswell that is time for us to reunite. Come join me at headquarters ASAP, a conference of underworld figures is about to begin.

Claude DeCell and the Red Mafia member were led to a secret door that led to an elevator. The elevator was a direct link to Silens Nex Central Command, a vast room located deep within the mountain. The assistant typed in a code and gestured for the men to board the elevator.

"Yes madam we have many free rooms, ski season is just beginning, you got here on the right day. Would you like the master suite?"

Sophisticated. Claude thought as he walked aboard the elevator. Not to my tastes, but classy nonetheless. His eyes were obscured by large sunglasses, which allowed his eyes to dwell on objects and people without seeming like he was staring. He slowly panned his vision across the foyer as the doors closed, allowing his eyes to rest on the girl checking in.

She's cute. He thought to himself.

OOC: I originally planned for the message to come before the convergent meeting, but since you fast forwarded, I'll just write it as though you received it at the same time as Siap's message.

IC:
Indeed it was a handy time to have friends in high places. The quiet rotation of five specially angled rotor blades, coupled with some rather primitive optical camouflage, masked the UH-72 Absarokee as it landed on a plateau some two kilometers away from the resort atop Mount Tritium. A tall man of some six feet and four inches, bearded, in a large, imposing black coat, and with an L96 AWM sniper rifle slung over his shoulder, stepped out. Following him was a seemingly young, and very attractive woman with long brunette hair. She could not have been more than three inches shorter than the man, she was wearing a brown coat, and carried an M249 SAW in her left hand. The helicopter left them, and they began the quiet trek towards the ski resort.

"Henerala Petersen," the man spoke. "I trust your judgement here, but why do only the two of us come to this installation?"
"General Kamarov," Petersen replied. "You have fought full-scale battles for twenty years, but never was it so that you needed to fight them at the individual levels. Vast underground cells like Silens Nex operate at this level, and your Ex Nihilo operates inefficiently in a militaristic fashion. You could learn much from Mortuss Visio, and you could learn much from me. Without restraint, and in your current state, you'll have nothing to offer to Visio. All you need to know in order to survive, however, is who is in charge here. Can you answer me?"
"It is you, Henerala."
"That answer satisfies me. Let's move."

The two finally reached the ski resort after some manner of walking and trekking. Nikolo Kamarov stepped up to the front desk. "Kamarov, Nikolo. This is my...wife, Christine." The General had hesitated for a moment, perhaps to look back at his companion for approval. "I believe the two of us had previously requested a reservation. Please forgive our weapons."

Kamarov's eyes were attracted to the other woman at the desk. A woman of six feet, with long blond hair, checking in. She'd just been offered the master suite. He quickly turned his mind back to the mission, though.

[OOC: I've been looking to get into a small-scale character RP with my country's top covert agent, Delta One. Can he come to knock off some Silens Nex members? He'd be posing as an independent hitman, despite the fact that he's actually an HCIA agent, and he'd be soliciting a contract from your government, or perhaps a faction within it, to..."deal with" these unsavory characters. Also, I'd prefer he not be captured or killed, and preferably for his involvement to not be traced back to the Halberdgardian government, as this technically wouldn't be an HCIA-sanctioned hit. If you're not interested, no worries.]

"Right this way sir and madam, the others are waiting."

He led them to the concealed elevator and returned to the front desk.

OOC: I'm not really interested in that right now, right now I'm building alliances and makign business deals and the like.

"Thank you." Petersen and Kamarov entered the elevator, and rode it down without notable event to the true, subterranean layer. At the very bottom, achieved after about five minutes of transit, the silver doors parted and they were greeted by the sight of a vast operations room. Perhaps having just arrived were a man in a heavy-looking jacket, and another who seemed to have recently gone through some nasty beating. Nikolo Kamarov moved ahead while Christine Petersen walked behind him, watching carefully her companion's movements. They stopped by the sides of the elevator doors, waiting unresponsively for some dark and shadowy receiver to arrive...

BUMP

OOC: I know a good chunk of us were busy during the Hatarian crisis, what a waste that turned out to be. But lets get this RP started.

OOC: Wasn't around for that series of unfortunate events, but agreed. Take the lead, cap'n.

As soon as everyone was seated around the table Mortuss began to speak,

"I called this meeting to establish partnerships with other similar organisations so that we all can grow richer and more powerful. So tell me what you have to offer and what you are looking for from me."

Nikolo Kamarov and Christine Petersen, with strange, professional silence in their maneuvering, took off their coats and sat at the table, high-powered guns leaning against the backs of their chairs.

Seeing as no one was stepping up to speak, Kamarov chose to begin. He stood up at the table.
"Mortuss Visio. As I stated in my message, I am General Nikolo Kamarov of the organization Ex Nihilo. I did not specify, but I have brought along a companion. This is my wif- ahem. This is my superior, Senior General Christine Petersen." The dark-haired woman stood up.

"To you, Mortuss Visio," Kamarov began. "I offer a mutual partnership. Between Ex Nihilo and Silens Nex. I understand that you have some advanced dealings within the black market, and within the professional killer industry. I, on the other hand, have a network of specialized agents in Aurum Domus and neighboring nations, who have infilitrated their governments at every level, and send information to me on border control, Customs tags, and trading routes, while they let my other people slip past officials, make unusual trading ships disappear, and, as you may already know, I no longer exist on records. That, too, is part of my system.
"I trade not in physical artifacts, but in intelligence, infiltration, and information. That is also a big business. My foray into the black market is not as substantial as is yours, and I rarely allow for killings - that is for Silens Nex to execute. With this partnership, however - together, our organizations may take back what the War had stolen from us!"

Christine Petersen then spoke. "General Kamarov."
Kamarov looked back, and nodded. "Of course, Henerala."
"Mortuss Visio. I am Senior General Christine Petersen, one of the highest-ranking officials currently serving in the military. Yes, you heard it right - I am an active officer. I have reason to believe that my colleagues are planning a series of tactical strikes against known Silens Nex positions, and from my own independent research, while they are mostly unsuccessful at securing absolute locations, they're getting better at the job. This is part of our intelligence offer. I don't think I need to say anything further."

The two sat down, saying "Thank you" in unison. No obsequience could be observed here; the two said their parts, made their offers, and sat down with no expectations.

Claude sat back and waited his turn to speak.

"The organization I represent has a vast array of interests, primarily located in The Community. What appears to be a common ground here is the trade in intelligence. My superior has succesfully placed informants in the Siapian Intelligence Network, which, if you have not heard of it already, you probably will. We also would like to mention that a former researcher for the Esmund University Computer Science Department has joined our organization. She was one of the primary systems architects for most of my nation's encryption technology, and her skills have also served us well."

"What has been our most profitable venture so far has been our stake in the Siapian black market and our hijacking ring. We are able to move men and equipment in and out of Siap, plus our network of informants has allowed us to seize valuable cargo, from weapons to gems."

He cleared his throat. "My organization also owns several large legal cannabis and opium growing fields, as well as labs to create more refined and powerful drugs, as well as the means to move them. We also do some small arms manufacturing. If you want access to the Siapian market, or anything made in Siap, we can get it for you."

BUMP on request from Perimeter Defense

You guys can still have your criminal figures arrive, Me and PD just missed this thread since the Hatarian crisis prevented it form beign finished

Long-delayed bump! Looks like these'll come every two months.