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Post by stinger2319 on May 11, 2020 10:19:56 GMT -6
Mars Location: [Redacted] Time: 23:45 Weather: Seveere Martian Sandstorm
Another storm had decided to roll in, though this time around it was decidedly seveere casuing the recently renovated and repaired facility to be put to the test. But today Mr.Rhom had a new round of guests slated to arrive at his humble facility.
He was quite amused by the amount of work he had been sent over the past weeks. Most notably the dubious Honour of reverse engineering the captured Sinanju Stein and analysis if it's former pilot.
The machine stood stripped to its frame in a mobile suit dock with a plethora of cables, Wires, and hoses snaking into its workings. Even it's weapons were being given a once over for the third time to ensure that no detail had been overlooked.
The hardest part had been the computer system. It had been quite Fortified from intrusion, even for being a bit out of date it was clear the machine was part of something greater. Likely an attempt to start a 'Second Zeta' project.
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Post by Oberst on May 12, 2020 18:40:33 GMT -6
Shelly Walther's would arrive at the agreed time on board a Geara Doga being carried by a base jabber. Her master had sent her all the way to the Martian surface to oversee an especial mobile suit he had requested from a person she'd never heard about before. Martian R&D procurement was a shadowy affair with only certain individuals allowed acess to all this sensitive information and truth to be told Shelly wasn't the most technically minded young officer in their defense forces, nonethless this was an important assignment which couldn't be overlooked.
The glasses wearing brunette was wearing her Ensign uniform complete with the small adorned cape seen by other holders of this rank. " This is an odd time for an appointment." She would comment to herself upon landing in the facility during a particularly heavy sandstorm. Even though she was sealed inside the Geara Cockpit she felt compelled to give herself a good dusting as soon as she landed.
The facility hangar doors would open up and close immediately once she'd set course inside, sheltering the Doga and it's mount from the endless dust shower.
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Post by stinger2319 on May 13, 2020 0:54:42 GMT -6
Rhom watched as the mobile suit arrived. He was expecting something more ornate or gaudy. Instead the venerable Gera Doga peaked his interest. Even more when he saw Shelly exit the mobile suit.
Even after being buffeted by the sub flight crafts wash of air and sand Rhom advanced to greet shelly. He had an amused expression as he spoke.
"My My this is a bad one isn't it? But it seems you chose the right machine to get through it just fine.
I am Mr.Rhom, I take it that you are here to discuss the mobile suit development?"
The older man extended his hand to shelly. Though old habits died hard rhom found himself evaluating the girl. She was certainly young and very... Disposable it seemed going by her rank.
He was further amused by this. It almost felt as if somebody was toying with him or trying to test him. But he was an old man and his youthful days were behind him.
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Post by HeadlessSeeker on May 14, 2020 18:45:33 GMT -6
Not too long after the arrival of Shelly Walther another would arrive being one of the aforementioned guests. A yellow PMS-007 Jaguar I atop a base jabber came down amidst the sand storm. A somewhat rare machine in this day and age, but one that wasn't exactly all that old. The hanger doors opening and then closing behind it as it was allowed in. The proper codes being given at the moment of request. The thoroughly dusted mobile suit and jabber touched down at a spot in the hanger across from the Geara Dogga. There is rested for a moment before the cockpit opened up with a hiss as the seal broke. A dim light coming from the inside of the cockpit before going dark completely. Climbing out from the cockpit after a few moments of no movement was Citrio Gilliam whom wore some rather extravagant and non standard attire. The largest of their three hair bows brushing against the lip of the cockpit. Citrio's eyes danced over the surrounding hanger before coming to rest upon the two in the hanger with him. Teir eyes being on them for a moment or two he eventually smiled widely. "Oh! You must be Mr.Rhom!" they said before they began to make their way down from the mobile suit with some grace. Moving with practice motions they stepped down to the hanger floor elegantly and with a spring to their step. Approaching the two they leaned forward and smiled once more."I'm Citrio. We never spoke directly, as my contact set up this meeting." he said before looking over to Shelly."I mean, at least my meeting." he said knowing that this Mr.Rhom was a busy man."I hear you are the man in the Mars Sphere to talk to about mobile suit development~?" Citrio was in the need for some more advance mobile suits. He had a large supply of AE models like the Jegan and some Bredas and Jaguars. But the tech he was rolling with was at the least, ten years out of date. If he was going to be serious about this, he had to get something very substantial. Since he was in the neigborhood, poking around, giving the Feddie supply lines a hard time he had his contact Jove ask about.
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Post by Oberst on May 15, 2020 21:13:52 GMT -6
" It's what we had in hand, sir." Shelly offered the older gentleman a smile. Politely and respectfully she would shake his hands, with a feathery but firm hold. Pilots needed steady hands after all, and she had just braved a severe turbulence on the way here. There was no need to stick to military formalities seeing Mr. Rhom was a civilian, not really a part of their military.
" I am just leading the way for my master. He should arrive shortly, we must have lost visual in this storm." Shelly would clarify, not wanting to make any statements that might contradict what Siegfried discussed with this man. She had merely heard some of his ideas but he wasn't Siegfried wasn't someone she would dare to predict.
She thought he was the next arrival but instead was surprised to find this other mobile suit that looked like a heavily modified Geara Doga arrive. it's paintscheme was all different, sporting some unusual markings not seen in other Martians mobile suits. " That's certainly not one of ours ..." At first she thought this curious pilot was a girl with the way he was dressed, that voice being the only give away Citrio Gilliam was indeed a male.
' He is prettier than me ... ' Shelly was certain his waist was slimmer than hers, not that she had gone out of line.
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Post by stinger2319 on May 16, 2020 16:15:34 GMT -6
Mr.Rhom watched as the Jaguar came into the hangar and landed. He was suprised anyone on Mars had such a machine. But after the tense momments before Citrio revealed himself rhom felt an ominous aura wash over the hanger. Mr.Rhom then extended a hand politely with a smile.
"Why yes that would be me. But as you say I am a busy man."
He then picked up on the slight jelousey from Shelly upon seeing Citrio. It was rather amusing to the older man but nothing he hadn't become aware of in many situations. Though he saw an appeal in both Shelly and Citrio, but atleast one of them was a customer while the other was merely a glorified place holder for another customer.
"Well, while we wait and discuss business could I interest you two in something to eat or Drink? Perhaps some gray area entertainments or something else?
If you two found me then surely these things should not be much of a shock. Esepcialy given you both bothered to come out all this way... Well one more than the other."
Mr.Rhom Smiled making his preference of interaction quite politely clear. Though he did want to pick Shelly's brain among performing other acts on the two. But it was time to he professional not to indulge in pleasure, especisly with so many orjects going on.
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Post by HeadlessSeeker on May 16, 2020 16:35:51 GMT -6
Citrio smirked almost in conjunction when he felt a a sense of jealousy coming from Shelly. A slight glance towards her no doubt giving it away to Mr. Rhom from whom which he also picked up a feeling of pressure from. A new type? Oh, almost definitely. Citrio's own aura was on the heavy side, and it's pressure no doubt noticeable. Though e did his best to suppress it. His eyes flickering back to Mr. Rhom away from Shelly he continued his smile as he straightened up from his leaned forward position. A obvious spring in his stance accounting for his energy.
"A bite to eat or a drink? Hmm~" Citrio said placing a index finger to his lips in a thinking posture."Why yes, I would love that. You are a most welcoming host~" he said with a slight pause."As for entertainment, by all means." he said with a soft nod. Citrio could detect a hint of lewdness coming from Mr. Rhom. A unmasked thought, one that was somewhat curious. Directed first at Shelly, and then a hint towards him? How curious indeed. From where he stood he examined Mr. Rhom trying to gauge them of their character. No doubt Mr. Rhom was doing much the same."While we are doing that, as you said we can discuss business. No doubt I and her have come here for similar things?" he asked with a smile."Should make things... nice and smooth."
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Post by shockwave1793 on May 18, 2020 1:46:03 GMT -6
Siefgried looked at the time sighing, he hated being late. The storm had steered him off course and he had to circle back to where he started. The Rebawoo Attacker, still damaged from the previous battle, landing next to Shelly's Geara Doga. Siefgried powered the mobile suit down, the cockpit opening with a hiss.
Siefgried climbed out of the cockpit, wearing his Zeon uniform. He brushed his hair out of his eyes, making his way down to the group. "Sorry that I am late Mr. Rhom. The Rebawoo sensors are still a bit finicky." he said, holding out his hand to shake the elderly man's hand.
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Post by stinger2319 on May 18, 2020 20:22:07 GMT -6
Mr.rhom was annoyed by the later arrival of the noble. But he shook the young Newtypes hand regardless. He still smiled as he spoke. "Ah come with us. We were going to get some entertainment and refreshment. My tab of course.
If you have any requests please make them now."
Mr.Rhom now turned to leave. Leading the group into the facility proper where personal were busy at work. This place was clearly alive despite its tomb like construction.
Though the area meant for entertaining guests was isolated behind a pair of thick doors. It was rather quante, having several sea ting areas, a bar, windows that looked out upon artificial enviroments, and several doors that likely led else where.
There were also several pieces of art were placed around. Along with recreated paintings of varying quality and content.
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Post by Oberst on May 18, 2020 21:03:27 GMT -6
Shelly was pleased to finally be in the company of her master. She thought little about this entertainment the three men discussed among each other, after all she was no stranger to keeping herself quiet while other people sorted the nitty gritty details. The bespectacled brunette was fascinated by the underground shelter construction, very rarely venturing into the underground Martian surface.
This Mr. Rhom was a man of quaint tastes and that was evident on the decoration he'd chosen, especially those old canvas paintings in beautiful frames. It was easy for her to get lost in such a large facility, her attention wandering between paintings, not realizing the group was leaving her behind while she admired this unique collection since she always fascinated herself an arts connoisseur.
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Post by HeadlessSeeker on May 19, 2020 8:55:07 GMT -6
"You have wonderful taste Mr. Rhom." Citrio would say with a smile as he gave a quick glance over to one of the paintings. It was nice well picked artwork, and something he could possibly see adorning one of his walls. Citrio stepped through the room before walking up to one of the windows. Looking out into the environment before spinning around on a heel."Perfect for three guests." he said placing a hand on his chest as he looked over the new arrival more completely now. So this was another of the people Mr. Rhom had been expecting.
"Mind if I have a drink?" he asked as he then walked over to the bar."As you can see from the mobile suit I arrived in, the tech I am working with is quality... but a tad dated. No ready supply of spare parts either as I am sure you are aware." he said leaning up against the bar thinking for a moment about what he wanted. His mind re-concentrating on business a moment later."I'm in the business of disruption at the moment. So better hardware means more success at that." he said with implication."I do appologize for hogging the discussion so far. No doubt you two wish to discuss business as well." he spoke with a pause as he glanced to the bar."Do you have any Moscato d'Asti?"
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Post by shockwave1793 on May 24, 2020 13:22:39 GMT -6
Siefgried looked at the paintings, smiling a bit. This place reminded him of his father's family house in side 3, well from what he remembered. "I agree with the gentleman here, very fine taste Mr. Rhom." Siefgried added to Citrio's comment. He looked back to see Shelly admiring the paintings, smiling at the brunette.
Siefgried stood near the bar, not particularly in the mood for a drink at this time. He waited patiently, as much as he could, for Me. Rhom to conduct their business. He crossed his arms, thinking for a bit.
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Post by stinger2319 on May 27, 2020 7:51:27 GMT -6
"I beleive there should be a bottle of that floating around here somewhere." Mr.Rhom walked behind the bar and began to cautuiously check as he spoke. "
"I do apologise, my assistant is out on official buisness at the momment. She normally would would handle this kind of thing.
Now... If it is an update to your technology you are seeking I have a soloution taken straight from the titans."
Mr.Rhom pulled a bottle out and a glass for Citrio. He then placed the glass down and began to open the bottle without missing a beat.
"The machines are called Woundwarts. Transformbale modular mobile suits. Older than anything in service today but just as good even from stock. And given your excentric nature as a jovian... I think you might find an interest." Mr.Rhom was now pouring a glass for Citrio as he spoke. He then turned to his second potential customer after feeling slight tones of impatience and frustration. "Perhaps I could interest you in a Woundwart aswell young master?"
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Post by HeadlessSeeker on May 28, 2020 17:19:40 GMT -6
Citrio watched his every move with a smirk an exact interest. His eyes following as he poured that bottle for him, and then spoke at the same time."Woundwarts huh~?" he asked as he took up the glass that had been just poured for him with elegance and ease. He took a sip, tasting the wine. A smile coming to his face as he then swallowed."Mmm, very good." he complemented."Modular and transformable? How interesting. I don't think I've ever heard of these before. But, the Titans were known for rather high end mobile suits." he said with a thoughtful nod."Hmm, tell me more about it's modularity. You have my interest at least." he said as he glanced over to Siefgried.
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Post by shockwave1793 on May 30, 2020 9:43:27 GMT -6
Siefgried pulled on his collar, shaking his head. "No thank you, I don't drink." he said smiling faintly. "Now...i was told little about my reasons for being here. Only hearing about a top of the line mobile suit." he explained, walking around as he spoke, his boots echoing in the room.
"Mind telling me what that special Mobile suit is?" Siefgried asked, walking back to the counter and resting his arms on it. He went straight to the point, much like his business meetings.
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