Post by The Marquess on Apr 14, 2017 18:07:23 GMT
"This one sure is a fighter, huh?" chuckled a Zoon Seijin, as he and his partner, a Kabochan with dark red hair, dragged a male form between then. The form in question had a dark bag thrown over his head, his arms bound behind his back. It didn't stop the man from thrashing and struggling in his captor's grasp, much to their amusement. "Still, we should get him to the boss quick," the Kobachan replied, "You know he doesn't like to be kept waiting." "Yeah yeah, the Zoon Seijin said, "We're almost there."
The two would push through a set of double doors into an office. With an unceremonious shove, the figure was pushed to the floor onto his stomach. The figure struggled, trying to get up onto his feet, only to be pushed back onto his knees by the two goons next to him. With a quick yank, the Kobachan tore the bag off the man's head, revealing himself to be a pale red Brenchian. The Brenchian blinked, trying to adjust his vision to the sudden light in the room. It seemed like a rather well kept office, not unlike some of the places one would find on the Raiti-Zacro asteroid. If anything though, this made the place more creepy. If anyone had the money to keep a place like this, then they would have to be pretty dangerous to get the money to do so.
His eyes then fell onto the mahogany desk near the back of the office, and at the person sitting next to it. A man wearing an unsettling, smiling mask, dressed in finery. The Brenchian recognized him. A newcomer to the asteroid who had set up shop for himself. What was his name again? The Markee?
"What the hell is this about!?" the Brenchian yelled out, "You realize what the fuck you're do-"
"Sssshhhh."
The Brenchian stopped dead at the man's interruption, a finger brought to the painted smile on his mask. There was just something about the man's demeanor, something that caused the captive to stop. Once silence had fallen in the room, the man lowered his finger, his hands resting on the desk. "Now then, Mr Kesa was it?" the man spoke, "Would you mind telling me what the last couple of days have been about?" The Brenchian was confused. "Wh-What?"
The man slowly rose from his seat. "For the last couple of days, you and some of your associates have been causing trouble for the nearby establishments. Reports of you trashing their businesses, extorting them for protection money. You've been causing quiet a stir amongst the local gangs. And I want to know why." Kesa blinked in confusion. So this guy had been paying attention. But his guys hadn't hit anything owned by this guy yet, so what did he care? "What's it to you? You deciding to be a cop now or something?" The attempt at sarcasm and bravado quickly faded as the expression on the man's mask didn't change, and neither did his demeanor. "Of course not. Do not be silly. But, I believe it would only be a matter of time before you decide to go after my interests. Consider this nipping it in the bud before it becomes a problem." The man stood before the bound brenchian, bending down to bring his masked face closer to his. "Now, I'm curious about the why. Your little gang's been around for a while, but it's been only recently that you started this little power play. Might I guess it was something to do with the, 'new management', running the asteroid?"
Kesa almost gaped as the man had guessed it. He quickly tried to put on a false smirk. "You don't think we're just going to stay a little street gang forever, huh?" The man stood back up. "I suppose not. But the timing is suspicious. Stop me if I'm wrong, but I believe you're trying to build up a little power base for yourself, and then suck up to the Mazoku Dominion for protection from reprisal. Hide behind the big dogs and reap all the benefits, am I correct?" Kesa was stunned. The man had hit the nail on the head. The man seemed to read the meaning of his stunned silence, because he kept on talking. "I can tell you now, it wont work. Do you really think the Dominion would care about a group of street toughs. A pack of vultures who have nothing to offer but control over some territory that THEY already control? All you're doing is angering the local gangs, who will eventually come after your heads. You're setting yourselves up to fail." The man turned his back to him, looking out the window behind his desk, seeing the lights of the criminal district below. "However, I have a way out for you."
Kesa quirked an eyebrow. "And what is that?" the Brenchian said, already getting a suspicion about it. The man turned back to him. "That should be obvious. Work for me of course. You'll have my protection, my guidance, and you'll get the benefits of your criminal activities. In return, I expect a cut, and for you to follow my instructions. Understood?" Kesa knew it. A job offer. They were doing a good job at what they were doing, and this guy wanted in on it. Kesa couldn't help but smirk. "You know what I think?" Kesa replied, confidence returning to his voice, "I think you just want all of our hard work, without doing it yourself. Because you CAN'T do it yourself. You bring me here to scare me, to trick me into working for you, so you get yourself a nice little army without lifting a finger. So you know what, you can take your offer and shove it! And then, me and my guys will come and shove something else into you! How does that sound?" The Brenchian chuckled. Feeling rather proud of himself.
The man was silent for a moment. Then he slowly turned his head back to look at him, the dark black eyes of his mask looking straight at him. "Wrong." he said, with a bit of ice to it before returning to his usual tone, "I'm more than capable of wiping your little gang out. I know where each and every one of you lives. I know where you sleep. And I know how to kill you. To be honest, I had thought you and your 'guys' would make a useful resource to me." He turned his head away from him. "But, since that isn't that case..." He brought a hand up and snapped his fingers. The Kobachan behind Kesa smirked and brought something up to the Brenchian's head. An arm cannon. Kesa looked back, his eyes wide when he realized too late what was happening. "W-Wai-" he didn't get to finish as the cannon fired. Kesa's blood splattered onto the carpet as the Brenchian, a chunk of his head missing, collapsed to the floor lifeless.
The Kobachan smirked in satisfaction before bending down to pick up the lifeless corpse, slinging him over his shoulder. The Zoon Seijin stepped forward. "What are your orders boss?" The man, the Marquess, turned to look at his subordinates. "Send out men to each and every one of those gang members and give them the same offer. Bring a little piece of Mr Kesa here to help convince them. If not, then eliminate them. Also, send a couple of men out to the businesses they victimized, see if you can turn their business and protection money our way. Be a bit more gentle though. As the saying goes, "You catch more flies with honey than vinegar." Both the Zoon Seijin and the Kobachan nodded and turned to leave the office. "Oh, and one last thing."They both stopped and looked back at their boss. "Send up the cleaners. I want this blood off of my carpet. And call my valet. I think I'll go get myself a drink."
Both aliens nodded and stepped out of his office to relay his instructions. Despite him being a simple human, and not a particularly strong one at that, they both knew that anything was more profitable than messing with the Marquess. That was why they were alive, and Kesa was now dead.
The two would push through a set of double doors into an office. With an unceremonious shove, the figure was pushed to the floor onto his stomach. The figure struggled, trying to get up onto his feet, only to be pushed back onto his knees by the two goons next to him. With a quick yank, the Kobachan tore the bag off the man's head, revealing himself to be a pale red Brenchian. The Brenchian blinked, trying to adjust his vision to the sudden light in the room. It seemed like a rather well kept office, not unlike some of the places one would find on the Raiti-Zacro asteroid. If anything though, this made the place more creepy. If anyone had the money to keep a place like this, then they would have to be pretty dangerous to get the money to do so.
His eyes then fell onto the mahogany desk near the back of the office, and at the person sitting next to it. A man wearing an unsettling, smiling mask, dressed in finery. The Brenchian recognized him. A newcomer to the asteroid who had set up shop for himself. What was his name again? The Markee?
"What the hell is this about!?" the Brenchian yelled out, "You realize what the fuck you're do-"
"Sssshhhh."
The Brenchian stopped dead at the man's interruption, a finger brought to the painted smile on his mask. There was just something about the man's demeanor, something that caused the captive to stop. Once silence had fallen in the room, the man lowered his finger, his hands resting on the desk. "Now then, Mr Kesa was it?" the man spoke, "Would you mind telling me what the last couple of days have been about?" The Brenchian was confused. "Wh-What?"
The man slowly rose from his seat. "For the last couple of days, you and some of your associates have been causing trouble for the nearby establishments. Reports of you trashing their businesses, extorting them for protection money. You've been causing quiet a stir amongst the local gangs. And I want to know why." Kesa blinked in confusion. So this guy had been paying attention. But his guys hadn't hit anything owned by this guy yet, so what did he care? "What's it to you? You deciding to be a cop now or something?" The attempt at sarcasm and bravado quickly faded as the expression on the man's mask didn't change, and neither did his demeanor. "Of course not. Do not be silly. But, I believe it would only be a matter of time before you decide to go after my interests. Consider this nipping it in the bud before it becomes a problem." The man stood before the bound brenchian, bending down to bring his masked face closer to his. "Now, I'm curious about the why. Your little gang's been around for a while, but it's been only recently that you started this little power play. Might I guess it was something to do with the, 'new management', running the asteroid?"
Kesa almost gaped as the man had guessed it. He quickly tried to put on a false smirk. "You don't think we're just going to stay a little street gang forever, huh?" The man stood back up. "I suppose not. But the timing is suspicious. Stop me if I'm wrong, but I believe you're trying to build up a little power base for yourself, and then suck up to the Mazoku Dominion for protection from reprisal. Hide behind the big dogs and reap all the benefits, am I correct?" Kesa was stunned. The man had hit the nail on the head. The man seemed to read the meaning of his stunned silence, because he kept on talking. "I can tell you now, it wont work. Do you really think the Dominion would care about a group of street toughs. A pack of vultures who have nothing to offer but control over some territory that THEY already control? All you're doing is angering the local gangs, who will eventually come after your heads. You're setting yourselves up to fail." The man turned his back to him, looking out the window behind his desk, seeing the lights of the criminal district below. "However, I have a way out for you."
Kesa quirked an eyebrow. "And what is that?" the Brenchian said, already getting a suspicion about it. The man turned back to him. "That should be obvious. Work for me of course. You'll have my protection, my guidance, and you'll get the benefits of your criminal activities. In return, I expect a cut, and for you to follow my instructions. Understood?" Kesa knew it. A job offer. They were doing a good job at what they were doing, and this guy wanted in on it. Kesa couldn't help but smirk. "You know what I think?" Kesa replied, confidence returning to his voice, "I think you just want all of our hard work, without doing it yourself. Because you CAN'T do it yourself. You bring me here to scare me, to trick me into working for you, so you get yourself a nice little army without lifting a finger. So you know what, you can take your offer and shove it! And then, me and my guys will come and shove something else into you! How does that sound?" The Brenchian chuckled. Feeling rather proud of himself.
The man was silent for a moment. Then he slowly turned his head back to look at him, the dark black eyes of his mask looking straight at him. "Wrong." he said, with a bit of ice to it before returning to his usual tone, "I'm more than capable of wiping your little gang out. I know where each and every one of you lives. I know where you sleep. And I know how to kill you. To be honest, I had thought you and your 'guys' would make a useful resource to me." He turned his head away from him. "But, since that isn't that case..." He brought a hand up and snapped his fingers. The Kobachan behind Kesa smirked and brought something up to the Brenchian's head. An arm cannon. Kesa looked back, his eyes wide when he realized too late what was happening. "W-Wai-" he didn't get to finish as the cannon fired. Kesa's blood splattered onto the carpet as the Brenchian, a chunk of his head missing, collapsed to the floor lifeless.
The Kobachan smirked in satisfaction before bending down to pick up the lifeless corpse, slinging him over his shoulder. The Zoon Seijin stepped forward. "What are your orders boss?" The man, the Marquess, turned to look at his subordinates. "Send out men to each and every one of those gang members and give them the same offer. Bring a little piece of Mr Kesa here to help convince them. If not, then eliminate them. Also, send a couple of men out to the businesses they victimized, see if you can turn their business and protection money our way. Be a bit more gentle though. As the saying goes, "You catch more flies with honey than vinegar." Both the Zoon Seijin and the Kobachan nodded and turned to leave the office. "Oh, and one last thing."They both stopped and looked back at their boss. "Send up the cleaners. I want this blood off of my carpet. And call my valet. I think I'll go get myself a drink."
Both aliens nodded and stepped out of his office to relay his instructions. Despite him being a simple human, and not a particularly strong one at that, they both knew that anything was more profitable than messing with the Marquess. That was why they were alive, and Kesa was now dead.
