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New Rastoria (Capital of Rastoria )


The Metropolis of New Rastoria was a city that could easily rival New York or Moscow in size and grandeur as massive sky scrappers and large buildings pierced the sky. The sight of warehouses and factories all across the city could be seen as massive roads and subway stations were as usually cramped with traffic and people.

The city on the surface looked like a safe place for any innocent bystander just walking on the sidewalk but the sad truth of the matter was this city was as corrupt and decayed on the inside as Gotham in the Batman movie. The Rastorian Outfit ruled the streets with a complex system of payoffs to the cops and with brutal street muscle that forced out rivals and competition at the point of a gun.

The average citizen was banned from owning a weapon and could face a hefty fine and a harsh prison sentence for carrying a firearm but these strict penalties did nothing to deter the Rastorian gangsters that now ruled the streets with their black marketed weapons that made them the "toughest guys on the block." The worse part about all this was the gangsters were all united under one command system called the Syndicate.


The Syndicate was originally the name for the local La Cosa Nostra that had infiltrated into Rastoria during the late 1890’s and soon these mobsters had managed to reach the highest pinnacles of power within the country to the point that not even the Federal Police would touch them. The Dons had expanded their influence by incorporating the street gangs and other organized crime groups into a massive organization called the Outfit.

The Outfit gained international notoriety for it’s mass murders of witnesses and potential rivals in their first couple of weeks of blood and gore. The Rastorian government had even refused to openly acknowledge the existence of a Mafia like organization in Rastoria and claimed the violence was from strong arming hooligans seeking to gain money to get out of their slum like environments.


The people however knew better and many of them openly criticized the government’s lack of commitment to combat this cancer that was eating away at the United States of Rastoria. This lack of conviction and feeling of constant danger forced several thousand Rastorian citizens to move out of the country forming refugee like colonies in other nations.

These refugees however were followed by their parasitic hunters and several gangsters/mobsters had followed seeking a chance to expand their markets overseas. It would be interesting to see how the international community would reacted to this new organization trying to expand into their nation's criminal underworlds and rival organizations finding a new hungry competitor muscling into their markets….

bump for intrested parties.....

tagged for interest (it's late here, I'll respond in the morning)

Le Bump...

SIC To the RO:

The Capitalist Underground would like to arrange a meeting between our organizations.

The message was received by several Rastorian gangsters and they knew something like this had to go to the men with a plan. The Dons were notified by their soldiers and the Rastorian Syndicate was called to send their reply to the Capitalist Underground.

The syndicate bosses all were older Italian Rastorian men in their early sixties and had a lot of prestige in Rastorian society. They looked at this offer from the Capitalist Underground and finally after a long debate about the pros and cons of doing business decided to send their reply:

SIC TO: The Leaders of the Capitalist Underground…

The Rastorian Outfit is interested in your proposal but the fact is our organization is made up of a group of leaders and no one person can speak for the entire organization. We need to have more than one representative to speak for all the factions within the Outfit…

SIC Response:

That is acceptable. Our contact will be waiting on an airship in Fort Marx, Yanitaria

The Rastorian Outfit sent some heavy hitters to negotiate for them as a private jet was sent to Fort Marx, inside the jet were three men each a legend within the Outfit.

The first and most notable was Lono Demilo head of the Demilo crew. The elite hit crew that the Syndicate used in the fabled "Rat Massacre" a few months back that forced several hundred people to flee the country for fear of their lives as these fearsome hitmen chased them across the globe just to kill them.

Lono was chosen to speak for the Italian mafia that made up the core nucleus of the Syndicate and as such had the most power of the these three powerbrokers.

The other man was Shamus Harper the legendary arms dealer and drug peddler that had been smuggling guns for the New Dublin Gang that ran Irish Organized Crime within Rastoria. The Irish had a lot of power in eastern Rastoria and could almost rival the Italians in prestige. He was well connected and was rumored to have a private army of arms dealers, drug pushers and street soldiers.

The last man was Virgil Sikes the head of the Guild the last major section of the Outfit. The Guild was not as prestigious as it use to be but it still had a lot of influence in society and as such had a lot of respect on the streets as their soldiers still could take on the Italians and Irish with guns and switchblades on the streets of New Rastoria.

These three men had been chosen by the leaders to meet with the Capitalist Underground and negotiate with them on behalf of the entire Outfit a very dangerous job to be sure but they had proven their abilities in the past and as such they were selected.

They all waited for their jet to land and prepared to meet their contact near a local airship….

News of a meeting between the Capitalist Underground and the Rastorian Outfit had spread, mostly through the loose lips of those that proved to be too nervous or exited in the Outfit.

One in perticular, Roberto Linguini, was intrested in the matter. Long had he lingered among the low ranks of the outfit, but he desperately seeked greatness.

A born Moanarougian, Roberto had kept in contact with much of his family in the Serene Republic. His mother had told him of a group of refugees that had infiltrated their village. They were dependant she said.

Based on their dependancies, could he end up controlling them? Without a second thaught. He purchased a one way ticket to his hometown in Warslug, Moanarouge.

Never looking back, he hoped that this would work out. One man. One camp of three to eight hundred refugees...

OOC: Wait, Roberto Linguini is a member of the Outfit?

OOC:Originaly part of a small street gang, they were forced to join the Outfit or be faced with death. Unwillingly, yes.

OOC: Yep, That sounds like the Outfit alright,

If Roberto is moving in on Rastorian Refugees. He should get one of the Dons to sponsor him or he could be facing a lot of rivals from within the Outfit’s ranks.

If you want a list of Dons here they are:

Don Vito Garazoni
Don Emilio Barlucchi
Don Bruno Maranzino
Don Carmine Cappaletti
Don Vincent Maggolzetti

Or you could pay tribute to the Irish or the Guild...

Three men, dressed in black silk suits with dark sunglasses and gloves met the delegates from the RO.

With out a word, the beckoned the men forward, and led the to a private terminal. They were ushered into an office, and asked to wait. The Airship took off, and flew towards Yanitaria City.

Eventually, a man in a silk suit, but with out sunglasses came in.

'You may call me Pavlov, I will be your contact with the CU. All negotiations will happen through me. The CU has extensive arms and drug smuggling rings, and is the largest producer of marijuana in the region. Is there anything specific you would like to discuss?"

While on the plane ride home, Roberto Linguini was constantly questioning himself. Could he without any help realy counter the greatness of the Outfit? Eventually, after hours of vigirous thaught he came to the conclusion that his original plan was not going to suffice.

But how could he? How could he combat them? A jolt of realization ran through his body. Fight them from the inside. He had heard that the Irish held great power in the Outfit. Being of Irish decent, and the provisions that the Irish could provide, he decided this was the only way.

Reading through the news paper, he discovered that the precentage of Rastorian refugees in Moanarouge had gone up an amazing 47%. A smile slithered on his face. He made a final decision, he was to send a letter to Shamus Harper hoping to gain his approval.

SIC:

To: Rastorian Syndicate
From: Silens Nex

We would like a meeting between your leaders and our leaders to discuss a possible partnership. If you agree the meeting will be held in our HQ in Aurum Domus. Please respond ASAP.

Three men, dressed in black silk suits with dark sunglasses and gloves met the delegates from the RO.

With out a word, the beckoned the men forward, and led the to a private terminal. They were ushered into an office, and asked to wait. The Airship took off, and flew towards Yanitaria City.

Eventually, a man in a silk suit, but with out sunglasses came in.

'You may call me Pavlov, I will be your contact with the CU. All negotiations will happen through me. The CU has extensive arms and drug smuggling rings, and is the largest producer of marijuana in the region. Is there anything specific you would like to discuss?"


The Rastorian Gangsters and Mobster looked at Pavlov and they seemed to look at each other and finally they decided to get to business after a few minutes of intense silence…


Shamus Harper dressed in his usually flashy red business suite with a equally red fedora hat. He stood up and said, “We need to discuss about territory and boundaries between our two organizations. I mean if one side operates on another’s turf that is just bad business and takes the bread from the mouth of the turf’s owner. I think we should discuss a treaty between our groups agreeing to not infringe upon each others territory…”

Lono with his slick back hair and dark bussiness suite and Italian leather gloves merely smiled and said, “Leave it to a gangster to think along the lines of territory and turf. The real issue is how our organizations can interact with each other while still making the most profit? I think the solution to that is easy. We should agree to make an alliance between our organizations to better increase our influence and control in the international scene. If both sides have each others backs then safety for both sides can be guaranteed…”



Virgil remained silent and did not say anything and let the two rivals the Irish and Italian duke it out over business deals…


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SIC TO: The Leaders of Silens Nex…

The Rastorian Outfit is interested in your proposal. The Dons shall come to meet you personally as soon as possible....

From: 1034 Poleslaw Ave. Moanarouge
To:Shamus Harper

Fellow Irish,

This is to be viewed as nothing more than an informative letter.No treason is meant by this letter, it is only a plea for help.

If you wish to respond to this letter in aid, please do so. If you are not interested in helping me discard of the letter and think nothing more of it.

I wish to counter the Outfit. I am soon to have in my power a vast amount of people, but I can not do this on my own. With your help, supplying my people with arms, and fighiting the Outfit covertly from within, we can change you from being an important member to being the king of the all ruling Outfit and its future expandings.

My name was not included for fear of being persecuted. If you wish to respond, reply to the address of the abandoned mailbox I have provided you with. Hopefully a meeting time and place can be aranged.

ooc:Whos profits? Sorry a bit confused.:confused:

ooc:Whos profits? Sorry a bit confused.:confused:


OOC:

Sorry my bad let me delete that, I thought he had already sent the letter asking for the Irish Mob's protection. I did not realize he was asking for a Coup against the Italians and the Guild. This changes things slightly...

ooc:Is this still open?

SIC:
To: The Rastorian Syndicate
From: Silens Nex

We expect to see the Dons at White Tail Ski Resort on Mt Tritium outside Goldton, Aurum Domus in one weeks time. Have them proceed to the reception desk and tell the receptionist that they have an appointment with the boss. She will lead them to the meeting.

OOC: I'm thinking this needs a new thread, do you want to make one or should I?

From: 1034 Poleslaw Ave. Moanarouge
To:Shamus Harper

Fellow Irish,

This is to be viewed as nothing more than an informative letter.No treason is meant by this letter, it is only a plea for help.

If you wish to respond to this letter in aid, please do so. If you are not interested in helping me discard of the letter and think nothing more of it.

I wish to counter the Outfit. I am soon to have in my power a vast amount of people, but I can not do this on my own. With your help, supplying my people with arms, and fighting the Outfit covertly from within, we can change you from being an important member to being the king of the all ruling Outfit and its future expanding.

My name was not included for fear of being persecuted. If you wish to respond, reply to the address of the abandoned mailbox I have provided you with. Hopefully a meeting time and place can be arranged.



The Letter was received by the Enforcers of the Irish New Dublin Gang. The most powerful Irish run mob in all of Rastoria. They had territory along Eastern Rastoria and they had enough guns and drugs to supply the army for several years.


The letter was addressed to the Boss Shamus Harper, this sadly came at a bad time because Shamus was out on business working with the CU. The message ended up in the hands of “Black” Jack Connelly the infamous Irish hit man and enforcer whom was left a black jack playing card at the scene of each of his murders.

The Irish gangster read the letter and scoffed and said, “I hate traitors, We should whack this guy if we could find him!”

The other looked around and one of the Irish thugs replied, “Shouldn’t we wait for the boss to see this first?”

Black Jack merely turned around and glared at the upstart thug and growled his displeasure. The thug backed down afraid his boss might decide to make an example of him…

“We wait for Shamus and then proceed to answer the message…”was Black Jack’s finally decision…



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OOC: Yes the thread is still open….
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OOC: Yes a new thread would be a good idea for the meeting….

Roberto bit his lower lip in anxiety. He checked the mailbox every hour of everyday, hopelessly waiting. He had spent all of his life savings on pursuading the local refugees to join him with bribes of food and shelter. Soon the camp grew. Everyday the camp would accept 40 to 80 new refugees. Roberto's name was begining to circulate amongst the refugees. With his promises of weapons and greatness, people were begining to think that he was the savior of Rastoria.

Still the mailbox stood empty.

What if he were to decline my offer? What would I do with all these people?

OOC: Ok, I'm goign to bed now, I'll make it tomorrow and post the link here.

The Rastorian Gangsters and Mobster looked at Pavlov and they seemed to look at each other and finally they decided to get to business after a few minutes of intense silence…


Shamus Harper dressed in his usually flashy red business suite with a equally red fedora hat. He stood up and said, “We need to discuss about territory and boundaries between our two organizations. I mean if one side operates on another’s turf that is just bad business and takes the bread from the mouth of the turf’s owner. I think we should discuss a treaty between our groups agreeing to not infringe upon each others territory…”

Lono with his slick back hair and dark bussiness suite and Italian leather gloves merely smiled and said, “Leave it to a gangster to think along the lines of territory and turf. The real issue is how our organizations can interact with each other while still making the most profit? I think the solution to that is easy. We should agree to make an alliance between our organizations to better increase our influence and control in the international scene. If both sides have each others backs then safety for both sides can be guaranteed…”



Virgil remained silent and did not say anything and let the two rivals the Irish and Italian duke it out over business deals…

"We would definitely agree to an alliance. How are these for terms? We stay off of each others territory, and we don't engage in any activity that is detrimental to our organizations? As for a business deal, we have the entire Yanitarian Arms catalog available to us, as well as a drug called Shift (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13304712&postcount=36)."

Roberto bit his lower lip in anxiety. He checked the mailbox every hour of everyday, hopelessly waiting. He had spent all of his life savings on persuading the local refugees to join him with bribes of food and shelter. Soon the camp grew. Everyday the camp would accept 40 to 80 new refugees. Roberto's name was beginning to circulate amongst the refugees. With his promises of weapons and greatness, people were beginning to think that he was the savior of Rastoria.

Still the mailbox stood empty.

What if he were to decline my offer? What would I do with all these people?


The letter that Roberto wanted eventually arrived but it had very neutral news for the low ranking gangster. Black Jack Connelly sent an unofficial reply to give Roberto some insight on what was going down and why his offer had not been accepted right away.

It may even ease the anxiety that Roberto was feeling….




From: "Black" Jack Connelly
To:1034 Poleslaw Ave. Moanarouge

Dear Potential Business contact,

The Boss Shamus Harper is currently outside of the country on official business, He therefore cannot directly answer your offer directly. I am afraid, I can not take sides on this matter because only Shamus can authorize a coup against the Italians and the Guild and as such. I can only offer you weapons from our stockpiles in a matter of business deals between your group and our own.

We are willing to sell you weapons but using them against us or our confederates will be considered an act of aggression against the New Dublin Gang and as you would already know retaliation will be imminent should that happen. I suggest you give us the time and the meeting spot and I will notify Shamus directly via his cell phone…

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"We would definitely agree to an alliance. How are these for terms? We stay off of each others territory, and we don't engage in any activity that is detrimental to our organizations? As for a business deal, we have the entire Yanitarian Arms catalog available to us, as well as a drug called Shift (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13304712&postcount=36)."





Lono smiled and said, “This proposal seems acceptable an alliance between the Outfit and the Capitalist Underground is definitely going to be good for overall business ventures. Especially for ones outside of Rastoria…”


Shamus listened to Pavlov and finally replied, “I would be interested in moving Shift into Rastoria. I mean the anti-drug in Rastoria are near infamous and the common man needs to get his relief somewhere and this Shift stuff seems like a good thing to start pushing…”

Virgil sighs and replies, “Shamus Harper, world famous Arms dealer and drug peddler always enterprising into the newest drug and weapon craze.” Virgil stares at Pavlov and adds, “The Guild would be interested in acquiring weapons, It is no secret that we need them in order to hold our own against our more prominent rivals.” Virgil eyes up his two associates in an almost whimsical way and adds, “If you catch my meaning…”

OOC: Meeting thread http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=546518

Port Metropolis of Crig, TSRT

The Commissarat Colonel shook his head at the boatload of refugee's, a Captain had told him they were from some place called Rastoria. The name sounded familiar, but the Colonel had no interest in pursuing it. Right now the refugee's were under guard by regular Commissars armed with submachine guns.

The Colonel walked out too the group of Refugee's and said, in English:

"Welcome too Red Tide, ladies and gentlemen. I am sure you have had a long trip, as such, you will be given food, water, and medical care. Also, we will be passing around immigration forms so that you may apply for citizenship here in Red Tide."

He didnt go into details into what 'citizenship' would entail. The Totalitarian State never let their citizens leave the country without express permission from the Government, sometimes it still happened thanks to the Red Tide Mafia, but that was another issue.

OOC: Feel free too RP a gangster mixed in with the refugee's, RS.

The Alfegos Underground Mafia

Greetings. We are the Alfegos Underground Mafia, also known as the AUM, and we are interested in associating with your organisation.

What can we provide you with?
The AUM have thousands of plantations and drugs factories across both Alfegos and its colonies, providing you with many drugs. As well as the standard mainstream drugs, we can offer you "extras", most notably the hallucinogen "Foresight", the insanely stimulant "Hyperspeed", and the depressant "Zen", all cultivated inside Alfegos and all under strict control of the AUM.
We can also offer you goods: items of great value such as airships, airyauchts, electronics, vehicles and other such things, lovingly removed from their original owners, restored and put back up on the market.
Finally, we can also offer your syndicate "garbage removal" services, disposing of those who you wish to remove from your lives (usually involving the removal of them from theirs), and destroying any evidence left behind.

What are our prices?
We always do deals benefitting both sides accordingly, and these deals are usually the most competitive on the "market".

How do you contact us?
Send a representitive/representitives (unarmed) to pier F17 at the Old Zevkhay International Port, where they can find one of our contacts who will then lead you to a safehouse, where you can negotiate with a higher-end official.

"Ah, shit! You better be kidding me, Hernan!"

Raymundo Cortez, a short, chubby man in his early 50'ies was angry, very angry, and with good reason. The new prime minister of Boranesia had sworn to put an end to organised crime in the country, and seeing as Cortez is the country's biggest drug baron, he's not very fond of that.

Today the Boranesian police had raided two of his drug labs, arresting ten of Cortez' men and confiscating 30 kilos of coca-leaves and 5 kilos of cocaine.

"They closed down our two other labs last month. Now we have 100 kilos of coca-leaves in my warehouses, and our farms bring in more all the time. We don't have anywhere to cultivate it into cocaine. What are we gonna do, Ray?"
Cortez seemed to have calmed down, and was now sitting comfortably in the armchair in his luxoriously furnished office.

"Look, we gotta expand. We can't run our labs here with the cops always peering over our shoulder. We can still grow our coca-plants, though. They'll never take down all of our farms, they're simply hidden too well out in the jungle. Now, i want you to find us some contacts out in the big world. We need to open our labs elsewhere, somewhere where the law isn't as goddamn persistent in ruining our lives as they are here. Your guys gotta spread the word, Hernan. I'm gonna pull some strings, see if i can get the guys they caught back out."

OOC: Organised crime in Boranesia is dominated by spanish cocaine syndicates, growing the raw materials in thew country's many lush jungles and cultivating it into cocaine at their drug labs. The police in the country, though, have closed down many of these labs, yet they can't take out the farms with the same efficiency.

If you want to either buy Cortez' coca-leaves, let him build his labs in your country, or even try to take him out and muscle your way into Boranesia's underworld, lemme know.

The phone rang, Roberto hestently picked up the phone in fear of answering to some Don or figure of power within the outfit.

It was his brother's voice, shaky and barely audible.
"Roberto, look man I need your help. I was on a large boat of refugees, we washed ashore upon nation apperantly named Red Tie. This man, looks like some sort of military leader to me, continues to yell at us in an incoherent language, forcing many of us to sign papers we dont even understand. I called mom, she said you were in control of a few refugees? Help us get out of here, I fear they will turn us into slaves! We all do!"

Roberto ran his fingers through his slick hair. "Do not worry my brother. I have recently been informed that I may very well be backed by the Irish of the Outfit. Once we can get our hands on weapons. We will make our way to you. Tell all of your freinds, of the great Roberto Linguini, the savior of Rastoria!"

Johnny replied, "The Irish! The very same group of mobsters that split us appart! I can not believe you. How can you trust them."

"Ah but I dont, Im just looking for a little help, those bastards will soon get what they deserve, once I get what I want from them, soon we will control not only the Outfit, but all of Rastoria. And remember tell the refugees to rebel against the man, I do not care what he does, do not sign those papers!"

He hung up. His stomach twisted. He was going to make too many enemies in this venture. He waited for the phone call his brother had promised to make informing of the current status in Red Tie.

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OOC:Feel free to control Johnny Linguini however you please.

Lono smiled and said, “This proposal seems acceptable an alliance between the Outfit and the Capitalist Underground is definitely going to be good for overall business ventures. Especially for ones outside of Rastoria…”


Shamus listened to Pavlov and finally replied, “I would be interested in moving Shift into Rastoria. I mean the anti-drug in Rastoria are near infamous and the common man needs to get his relief somewhere and this Shift stuff seems like a good thing to start pushing…”

Virgil sighs and replies, “Shamus Harper, world famous Arms dealer and drug peddler always enterprising into the newest drug and weapon craze.” Virgil stares at Pavlov and adds, “The Guild would be interested in acquiring weapons, It is no secret that we need them in order to hold our own against our more prominent rivals.” Virgil eyes up his two associates in an almost whimsical way and adds, “If you catch my meaning…”

"We will provide you with Shift at $50 per 30ml. It's street price is double that. CU MO usually entails giving out thefirst two doses for free, to get the customer hooked.

"And the weapons will be made available at sale price. When you are read to place an order, here is my email." He gave out cards to all three men. "It's a direct CU link, and should be secure."

OOC: If you want to place an order, do it here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=545292)

OOC: Don't know if you saw this

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=546518

Roberto's brother was now employed in a Tech-Com Corporation Steel Mill. It was the only job he could find, but the people there distrusted him... as they usually did foreigners, even citizen foreigners, who they thought were spies for the Intellegince-Commissarat. His wages were just enough too pay for a small tenemant room, and basic foods and other nessecities, plus taxes. But the work conditions were horrible, and the safety measures pretty poor.

Port Metropolis of Crig, TSRT

The Commissarat Colonel shook his head at the boatload of refugee's, a Captain had told him they were from some place called Rastoria. The name sounded familiar, but the Colonel had no interest in pursuing it. Right now the refugee's were under guard by regular Commissars armed with submachine guns.

The Colonel walked out too the group of Refugee's and said, in English:

"Welcome too Red Tide, ladies and gentlemen. I am sure you have had a long trip, as such, you will be given food, water, and medical care. Also, we will be passing around immigration forms so that you may apply for citizenship here in Red Tide."

He didn’t go into details into what 'citizenship' would entail. The Totalitarian State never let their citizens leave the country without express permission from the Government, sometimes it still happened thanks to the Red Tide Mafia, but that was another issue.

OOC: Feel free too RP a gangster mixed in with the refugee's, RS.



Yuri Rubenkov was a Rastorian Russian and a member of the Hell Viper Crew. This group was a street gang in the employ of the Guild. The more secretive of the three Outfit branches.

Yuri unlike Roberto and Johnny was loyal to the Outfit and he wanted to make a better life for his family. His crew had also joined him in coming to Red Tide because they were all from the same neighborhood and from the same Regiment in the Rastorian Army which is where their name had come from.


Yuri and his friends were quickly processed by the Red Tide security people. They hoped that the Red Tide Government did not have ties with Rastoria’s police department otherwise their past criminal activities would probably be revealed such as loan sharking, bootlegging, Extortion, contract killing and drug smuggling…

Yuri upon finishing his request for citizenship went to talk to his crew all of them were wearing black leather jackets and had sunglasses with their Hell Viper logo on the back.

They may not have looked like a very sociable punch but they talked about being in the Rastorian Military and about boot camp and did everything under the sun to make the local intelligence people think they were just a bunch of old army vets having a meeting about the good old days before gangsters and hoodlums took over the streets….


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The Alfegos Underground Mafia

Greetings. We are the Alfegos Underground Mafia, also known as the AUM, and we are interested in associating with your organisation.

What can we provide you with?
The AUM have thousands of plantations and drugs factories across both Alfegos and its colonies, providing you with many drugs. As well as the standard mainstream drugs, we can offer you "extras", most notably the hallucinogen "Foresight", the insanely stimulant "Hyperspeed", and the depressant "Zen", all cultivated inside Alfegos and all under strict control of the AUM.
We can also offer you goods: items of great value such as airships, airyauchts, electronics, vehicles and other such things, lovingly removed from their original owners, restored and put back up on the market.
Finally, we can also offer your syndicate "garbage removal" services, disposing of those who you wish to remove from your lives (usually involving the removal of them from theirs), and destroying any evidence left behind.

What are our prices?
We always do deals benefitting both sides accordingly, and these deals are usually the most competitive on the "market".

How do you contact us?
Send a representitive/representitives (unarmed) to pier F17 at the Old Zevkhay International Port, where they can find one of our contacts who will then lead you to a safe house, where you can negotiate with a higher-end official.


Tommy Mulligan was a little known gangster on the streets on New Dublin. He had connections to the New Dublin Gang and was chosen by the brain trust to speak for the Outfit.

Tommy was dressed in a sleazy red suite with a crumpled bowler hat. He would seem rather ridicules to any person on the street and that usually kept the cops of his back.

It was because all the major players were busy working that Tommy was chosen and he was nervious about being in the big time. He was going to meet a contact of the AUM and try to get them to agree to some business deals for the Outfit. Tommy waited nervously for his contact at pier F17. He was shivering from nervousness and the freezing cold as the waves splashed against the pier.

Tommy was unarmed which was odd for him and he looked around cautiously trying to make sure he was not followed…

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"We will provide you with Shift at $50 per 30ml. It's street price is double that. CU MO usually entails giving out thefirst two doses for free, to get the customer hooked.

"And the weapons will be made available at sale price. When you are read to place an order, here is my email." He gave out cards to all three men. "It's a direct CU link, and should be secure."

OOC: If you want to place an order, do it here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=545292)



The three career criminals all smiled in unison. This was perfect the Outfit had made a new connection and had the ability to buy weapons and drugs that could easily be disturbed throughout their complex network of drug dens and hidden speakeasies. It was almost a dream come true.


It was then that Virgil added, “Do you sell or buy cars or truck parts? You see a lot of my people are into taking vehicles that don’t belong to them and chopping up their parts. I need to get these parts off my hands and was wondering do you have any buyers?”

The three career criminals all smiled in unison. This was perfect the Outfit had made a new connection and had the ability to buy weapons and drugs that could easily be disturbed throughout their complex network of drug dens and hidden speakeasies. It was almost a dream come true.


It was then that Virgil added, “Do you sell or buy cars or truck parts? You see a lot of my people are into taking vehicles that don’t belong to them and chopping up their parts. I need to get these parts off my hands and was wondering do you have any buyers?”

"Ah, of course. The CU is backed by numerous legitimate corporations, and so we can buy car, boat, and aircraft parts. We can even sell them back to you as fully made automobiles. Yanitaria has an extensive auto industry, and this will give us a cutting edge in the market."

The contact was easily spotted, by his conspicious clothing. What sort of person wore clothes like that?
The man, a tracsuited underling, walked along the dockside and then up the pier.
"My name is not important, but my purpose is. If you would follow me please."

The man left the pier, with the other in pursuit. He walked across the dockland, through many small paths between warehouses, before finally arriving at a smaller building. He banged three times on a door set into the ground, waited, then said a few incomprehensible words. A few seconds later, the door opened, and he walked down into the safehouse.
Through concrete corridors, with the occasional armed man in view, they finally reached the office of the AUM representitive.

"Good evening. My name is Gho'la Yun'ila. I am your representitive for this evening. I understand that you wished to come here to negotiate trade? I will let you speak your wishes and terms, and we will work on that."