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Wed Dec 17, 2008 7:21 am
Bacta production facility
This is the area in which the bacta is produced and stored.
In the middle of a boardmeeting in which the members had just audaciously voted to increase their own salaries, they are interupted by sounds of a commotion outside the closed boardroom doors. Suddenly the security guard comes flying through them, landing on his back with a crunch, still and unmoving. Staring in shock, they watch as a tall beast of a man with dreadlocks storms in after the fallen guard and levels a glare at the group. A discerning eye might pick the man as a Kiffar, but those watching him were far too scared right now to notice. Another guard runs through the door behind him and a stun baton, but a lightning fast spin and a rock hard fist to the face send the guard flying into a wall, whereupon the man turns back to the directors. One of them, a portly older man known for his bluster, at last gathers his courage enough to stand and speak*
=Mr. Howard=
Th..this company is owned by the VSE! They'll kill you for...
*The Kiffar - Hammer to his friends - cuts him off with a roar*
=Anhur "Hammer" Sha Mordin=
SILENCE!!! How dare you invoke their name!? I serve Lord Reign himself!
*At hearing this, two of the board members faint and another soils his pants and the rest simply shiver in fear, but Hammer surprises them by taking no punitive action other than to state in a steely voice*
=Hammer=
Point out to me the most competent and capable individual in this boardroom, other than myself.
*It seems like a strange request and fraught with danger. Noone wanted to be singled out, and noone wanted to be thought of as less than fully competent, no matter the state the company had fallen into. Eventually however, a consensus is reached - a slender man with a small goatee who is suddenly looking decidedly nervous. Even more so when Hammer suddenly produces a wicked-looking discblade as he pronounces his judgement*
=Hammer=
The Lords of the VSE to not tolerate disappointment nor disloyalty. And they despise incompetence. You reap what you sow.
*The stench of terror in the room increases two-fold at that pronouncement, and sheer pandemonium breaks out as Hammer hurls his discblade, splitting open two throats on the first pass and spraying blood across the expensive boardoom table. Yells and screams echo through the chamber as people scatter in every direction. One of the more spritely directors tries to duck past Hammer and out the main doors but a sword with a bone hilt flashes out to intercept the man, slicing across his chest even as Hammer catches his returning discblade in his left hand. However it does not rest there long before being spun out to punch through the chest of a particularly attractive blonde bimbo. Before long the bloodbath is over and only two people remain; Hammer himself and the man with the goatee, who seems to have just enough self-respect not to beg for mercy as Hammer approaches him with an unyeilding stare. A tear leaks out the corner of the man's right eye as the blood-covered spectre of death approaches, but he suddenly becomes totally and utterly perplexed as he watches Hammer put away his discblade and sheathe his sword.*
=Hammer=
Stand up like a man!
*The man whose name shall go unmentioned due to both its insignificance and my lack of creativity, slowly rises to his feet, still just barely resisting the urge to piss his pants, and worried that some kind of special death has been chosen just for him. However it seemed to be his lucky day*
=Hammer=
For your supposed competence, you shall be granted a second chance. Assemble a new board and return this corporation to its former glory. Succeed and you shall become a very wealthy man. Fail, and what you witnessed here today will be as nothing, with your family home as the venue. Understand?
*Trembling, the man nods fervently, his gaze flickering between Hammer himself and the gory remains of his former boardmembers scattered around the room. Satisfied now that his mission from Reign is complete and the lesson has been learnt, Hammer turns and walks away. Just before he passes the threshold though, he turns back to add an afterthought*
=Hammer=
Oh, and leave the blood stains on the table. A memento to remember the price of failure
