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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Jan 13, 2019 17:42:31 GMT -5
It was finally time for his plans to finally come to fruition. Years of planning, the sacrifices, the near deaths, everything was leading to this day. Creed would accomplish what his father never could. Creed would cement his name, his legacy into the annals of the galaxy as one of the richest and most powerful men in the galaxy. He did not need a government to achieve it, he did not need armies and planetary destruction to accomplish what he set forth. Intellect and business savvy was all he needed. The creation of the Lung purifiers had led to total domination of civilian cybernetics on Tech Tech, and eventually the galactic market. Of course other smaller companies were still around, but none could match Creed Cybernetics. The recruitment of Kaijin lead to the start of Project Ambience, allowing Creed to enter and almost completely take over the market for military grade Cybernetics. After this, Creed would begin focus on other fronts, such as Robotics and Transport production. The only market he hadn’t attempted to focus on was Storage. This was for obvious reasons, as no one could compete with Capsule Corp on this front. But Creed wouldn’t need to compete with them if he owned them. Being a privately owned corporation, he couldn’t just buy into their stocks. He would need the board to give up their positions willingly. Creed held his hands behind his back, his Armored Apprentice Armageddon following closely behind. The massive cyborg would stop as they neared the door to the meeting room. Creed would attempt to win them over with logic before bloodshed. But some men were just too stubborn to give up, even when the offer of a lifetime of wealth was offered. Creed would remove the cigarette from his mouth and toss it in the disposal can outside the office. The doors would slide open as he provided his credentials for the meeting.
“Gentlemen, I am ecstatic you were willing to meet with me today on this matter” Creed would take his seat. “You all know why we are here, so I will make my case quickly. To put it simply, I am seeking a merger with Capsule Corp. I am fully willing to pay any price you desire to set this in motion. If you have any requirements, simply set them on the table and let us discuss them like civilized men” There was no need to sugar coat his words. These men weren’t stupid, it’s why Capsule Corp is such a power Corporation. It would take more than a few honeyed words and a silver tongue to set things in motion. He only wished they would be reasonable and look at the benefits of giving Creed what he wanted. Word Count: 458 Lute
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Post by Lute on Jan 14, 2019 21:26:35 GMT -5
CAPSULE CORP WC: 723
TAGS: Andrew C. Creed
It was hard for anyone to say no to Andrew Creed, even the Board of Directors at Capsule Corp. He was one of the biggest names in tech throughout the entire galaxy. His niche was namely focused around cybernetics, an ever persistent and always growing industry. Granted, that wasn't Capsule Corps cornerstone market. They were far more into building spacecraft, vehicles, and of course everything else in the very unique dynocap product line. There weren't any other products in the galaxy like the dynocap. The engineering behind it was the company's most guarded secret, and its most profitable avenue by far.
So far, no xeno engineers had been able to replicate it. That was a good thing. It would have gouged out a huge portion of their profits, if they had.
Sure, in the past Capsule Corp had dabbled in robotics, especially surrounding artificial humans. But, that research and development had mostly been shelved after the incidents with Dr. Hani and his CITRU5 robots. They had attacked Capsule Corp several times and wrecked quite the havoc.
Creed wasn't a man to dally, it seemed. Right out of the gate he made his bold intentions known. The Board, all of them well educated scientists and business men, stared at him incredulously. The entrepreneur had some gusto, that was true. But, Capsule Corp's net worth was beyond that of many planets combined. In fact, it rivaled the entire GPD of Earth, if you subtracted Capsule Corps earnings and left all the rest in a single pile.
Safe to say, it wasn't just a company you could walk in and buy.
Unlike the rest, Doctor Tiara understood Andrew Creed. Her department specialized in Foreign Trade Relations. It was her job, day in and day out, to study and interact with Capsule Corp's xeno partners. She spent much of her time off-world, traversing the galaxy to seal deals and assuage the concerns of paying customers. It was a thankless job. Usually, she was quiet in these sorts of meetings.
But, she had made her hobby to study the growth of Creed Cybernetics. In fact, she had run the numbers and even had a proposal worked out for the Board to do the exact opposite, to buy out Creed Cybernetics. She hadn't presented it yet, so it was a bit ironic that Andrew Creed would show up here today, and pull this stunt.
"Partnership between your company and ours is definitely on the table Mr. Creed. We are more than excited to talk about it. Please sit. Would you like a drink, perhaps something to eat? No doubt you had a long hyperspace flight to get here in such short notice."
This meeting had come out of nowhere. In fact, she had to turn her ship around on a trip to Abbayor, where she was going to sell the Abbayor Security Forces thousands of dynocap shelters for them to use. The Galactic Peace Accords had left a lot of people without homes. The need was ripe and the so-called Galactic Capital had the funds to fulfill such an order. That deal would need to wait, for this. It irked her a bit, but she didn't mention it to any of her colleagues.
The men and women around the table seemed surprised at her sudden assertions. She was quiet, but not daft. Most of them didn't chirp up or try to counter her. This was her domain after all. It was better that they let her do the talking.
"As you know, this company was founded by the Brief family," Tiara continued. "We protect their intellectual property, we also have been building upon their marvelous ground work for centuries. Capsule Corp is a cornerstone of Earth, Space Vegas, and the entire North Quadrant. Our products are everywhere, our partners plentiful. Profits are at levels that even your company couldn't compare to, let's be real. I think a buyout is beyond your means. However--"
She grabbed a pitcher of water from the center of the table and poured it into a glass.
"There's a benefit to cooperation. We could both make plenty of money if we were to merge or even create a manufacturing agreement. Of course, such a deal would come on less dramatic terms than your ownership, don't you think?"
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Jan 15, 2019 14:47:23 GMT -5
The little kniving bitch was smarter than she looked. Creed couldn’t help but feel a tinge of respect for boldness for speaking in such a way to her superior. In fact, it seemed the other board members were quite surprised as well. Perhaps she could be useful later on… A smile would spread across Creed’s face “I could go for a scotch” He would reach into his pocket and produce a packet of cigarettes. Self igniting, quite useful. Creed would take a long draw and blow out a puff of smoke to his side. “I hope you don’t mind if I smoke. The smell shouldn’t be too intrusive” His cybernetic implants would see that the harmful fumes were purified, leading to the smoke to take on an almost pure white color. “Miss…? I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting. Quite the calamity on my part I must say. I must remind you that Creed Cybernetics has been on the cusp of nearing similar profit margins. With our new upcoming project, we will no doubt exceed Capsule Corp utterly from military contracts alone. But I understand your misgivings regarding the matter, I really do. It is a lot to ask of such a titan of a company. So if you are willing to compromise, I am as well” Creed would snap, causing Armageddon to open the door and enter in with a briefcase. The towering figure would be enough to usually fill men’s hearts with terror, especially on Tech Tech given his resemblance to Creed’s armor. He would set the briefcase on the table before returning to his post outside of the office building, giving one last glaring look to the boardroom before shutting the door. “I was prepared in case something such as this happened. Indeed, I’ve planned for every outcome that could of happened here. It fills me with joy to know you are willing to compromise” Creed was filled with utter rage at these peon’s insulting deal. But he was prepared for this. Killing would only be saved if they were completely uncooperative, this was something he could work with. A clay with which he would mold his masterpiece. Creed would snap open the Briefcase and rifle through some papers before finally happening upon the one he sought. He would place the paper on the table before shutting the briefcase and setting it to the side. “I am willing to sign onto a manufacturing deal under one condition” Creed would slide the paper over to Tiara. “I wish to become a board member for Capsule Corp” The contract would go into more details regarding the manufacturing dealing. An automated vehicle system utilizing neurological cybernetics to fully control the vehicle which it was connect to. Drivers wouldn’t even need to be in the vehicle to pilot a plane, yet it would give the user complete control over said vehicle, in such a way which had never been achieved before. It would be as if the pilot was the vehicle. Perfect deal for both civilian and military use, Creed would be able to lend his expertise to the project, and Capsule Corp could ensure that the implant would only function with their vehicles. “I hope that is not too much to ask, but I understand Capsule Corp is the future, and I wish to be a part of that future while still maintaining my companies autonomy. This deal would easily foster positive relations between our two companies while also making us both quite the profit” The trap was set, it was time to see if they took the bait. Word Count: 603 Lute
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Post by Lute on Jan 16, 2019 16:21:59 GMT -5
CAPSULE CORP WC: 555 | 1,278
TAGS: Andrew C. Creed
An administrative assistant brought Mr. Creed his scotch. It was in a blue crystal glass with the CC logo painted on the side on it. Inside was a single orb of ice, suspended in the amber liquid. It wasn't cheap scotch either. This was the good stuff. All of the courtesies were brought up in a cart. Some of the other directors took drinks as well, but most chugged back water. Copious amounts too, it was clear how nervous they were. Most in charge of Capsule Corp were obviously not a frivolous bunch, not like most corporations. In fact, quite a few of them were dressed in lab coats, an indication that they were more researchers and engineers than profit driven business folk. There were a few miffed expressions when Andrew started smoking, but no one outwardly objected. This was a big talk, after all. Potential profit on both sides.
Direct Tiara alone sought to ensure that Capsule Corp got a better end to the deal. She had forced herself in the lead, with everyone watching. And, she had to be tenacious in her approach.
Indeed, I’ve planned for every outcome that could of happened here.
Have you Creed? Director Tiara thought.
Of course, she didn't say it out loud. Her face was the epitome of composure. She actually was a rather good poker player. It was a hobby of hers, especially when she visited Space Vegas. She had won hundreds of thousands of credits in tournaments. Few could see past her cool, somewhat melancholy, exterior. She had never been the type to get overly excited, nor did she let much irk her.
Creed irked her though. Maybe it was the bravado, the way he seemed to shoot from the hip. The way he stepped into her domain and strutted himself. It was like this was some game of chicken to see who had the biggest pair of balls. Capsule Corp had little to lose from walking away with a deal or not. But, apparently he had initiated this, so he needed Capsule Corp for some reason. That was leverage. No doubt he was looking to expand on Earth and her territories. Or, use some of Capsule Corps automated production facilities. They were among the best and most advanced that could be found. The shipyards on Earth's sister planet of Mars were the prime example. They produced dozens of large vessels on a weekly basis, where as most drydocks could only spit out the same amount each month.
"So," Director Tiara said. "Your demands have been made, and the stipulations clear. But, you've yet to do one thing for us Mr. Creed."
She raised her glass to her lips and took a long sip, staring him dead in the eyes.
"Tell us your plan. Obviously, you came here prepared with more than general statements and a dramatic attempt to buy out our company. There's a reason you want to work with Capsule Corp. There's something we can do for you that you cannot, or you would have simply done it on your own. Am I right?"
Leaning back, she crossed her legs in front of her and rested a palms on her thighs, hands folded over each other.
"What is it you need from us, Mr. Creed?"
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Jan 17, 2019 15:45:54 GMT -5
What did Creed want from Capsule Corp? What didn’t he want? The secrets of their capsule technology, the vast amounts of wealth they held, the power they had on Earth and beyond! He wanted it all for himself! But these people were too stubborn to grant him such a wish. In all honesty, he was getting much more resistance than expected. All of it stemming from this one woman.It seemed as if she was the only bulwark keeping this company from falling into his grasps. The others quaked in their boots at his very presence, but not her. Usually he would end someone for such a transgression, in a very violent manner. Macer learned that the hard way after being eviscerated above Tech Tech. But she was far too interesting to kill. Creed needed people like this to work for him. Creed would take a sip of his scotch before smiling. “Mr. Creed was my father, Miss. Please call me Andrew” He would put the cigarette out before disposing of it. “My father was a cowardly little man who lost everything in one botched deal. A deal with you, my friends. When I saw after, a shell of his former self, I decided to be better than he ever could be. I am better than he ever could be. I managed to rule an entire planet’s economy in the time it took him to make a decent living” He would look to Tiara. “And It is all thanks to your company. If they hadn’t given me the drive to move forward, I wouldn’t be here today. I don’t hate Capsule Corp for this, I admire them for it. What do I want out of this deal, you ask? I want to finally work with and be a part of the people who set me where I am today. Not every deal has to have some dark, ulterior motives, my friends. It would be a great honor to finally work with Capsule Corp” Hopefully that silver tongue came in handy right about now. Creed wasn’t lying about hating his father, he wished he could of killed the peon himself. But he hated Capsule Corp just as much, if not more. They were the final obstacle in this little game of his. And he wouldn’t accept defeat. “Oh, and Miss, would you mind talking with me privately after this meeting? I have some matters which I think will both help Capsule Corp and Creed Cybernetics greatly, but they are best said… behind closed doors. You seem to have your companies best interests at heart. I can respect that"
Lute
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Post by Lute on Jan 18, 2019 9:04:21 GMT -5
CAPSULE CORP WC: 836 | 2,114
TAGS: Andrew C. Creed
Blah. Blah. Blah.
Sentimental bullshit.
Blah.
Director Tiara didn't think that Creed was lying per say. More so, she thought that he was omitting the bulk his real intentions. The request to speak with her in private solidified that fact. He didn't want to share his 'ulterior' motives with the rest of the Board of Directors. That was fine. This was a game. And she wasn't about to be played. In fact, Creed had simply yielded to her this round. Time to fire back with even more ferocity.
Two can play.
Her sullen look never shifted, but she managed to a nod to indicate that she heard him out. "Your request for a private discussion is denied, unless it is personal of course. If you have something regarding this potential business merger in mind, I think all of the board needs to hear it. Especially since you wish to join us as a member. We are honest and forthcoming here at Capsule Corp. I find it keeps us all honest and on the same page."
That didn't mean she wasn't curious about what he wanted to say. Rather, she found it better to riposte here rather than succumb to his request. This was going to be a wrestling match of intention.
It was time to hit him with some data. She had been preparing to attempt a merger with Creed Cybernetics for some time. She had all the information ready. There was never a better time to reinforce the idea than right now. Peeling back her sleeve she tapped a button on her bracelet. It was more than simply jewelry. The device had a multitude of uses, one of which is that is served as he personal computer system.
It interfaced with the conference room's holo-projector and bloomed to life a three dimensional data display. Director Tiara stood, straightening her jacket. She conducted the holo with her fingers, swiping and gesturing as she brought up the information she wished to review.
"BULMA is an AI that we created here at Capsule Corp over a hundred years ago. She's been improving ever since her inception. Her primary purpose is to analyze the galactic market, trade, and events to give us projections on profits. She helps guide our efforts and ensure we work conservatively with what we have. During her first few decades she had about a sixty percent accuracy," Director Tiara said.
"However, her precision continued to trend upward until this very day. Now we can say with confidence that she has a ninety seven percent accuracy rate with her projections."
The hologram suddenly showed a graph. There were two lines, one red and one blue. The red line was labeled Creed Cybernetics and the blue Capsule Corp. The line for Capsule Corp rose on a steady peak before fading off past the projected time span. The time span was the next one hundred years. The red line started lower on the chart, but chased the blue before surpassing it, leaping even higher.
This streak in profits, where Creed Cybernetics surpassed Capsule Corp, lasted for frame of twenty years. And then, it dipped. In fact, it was almost a nose dive before leveling out right underneath Capsule Corp's steady rising blue.
"Your company is making leaps and bounds improvement Andrew. But, based on your previous investments and projected investments, BULMA is showing that your profits will eventually decline compared to ours. I think it goes to show the differences in our company. Creed Cybernetics is very aggressive with its growth, while Capsule Corp has matured and are a backbone of the market."
She swung her arm and dispersed the chart. It played a nice animation, breaking into thousands of motes of light.
"Now, let me show you what BULMA has projected if there is a merger. One that benefits us both. I think you'll be surprised Andrew."
A purple line raced ever upward on this graph. It wasn't quite as conservative as the previous Capsule Corp line. There were rises and falls, but over the entire span it quadrupled the profit levels, even going as to rise past the peak of Creed Cybernetics previously.
"The projection speaks for itself."
She sat back down, throwing one leg over another. There was no look of satisfaction nor a smug demeanor on her face. Rather, she carried a quiet resolve. She took a final sip of her glass of water and then locked eyes with Creed.
"There is but one stipulation that we would have in this situation. I'm speaking for my colleagues here, but I think we all would agree. Any research and production done between our corporations would be entirely separate from both of our current and legacy products. Also, none of our trade secrets would be shared. That includes things like our dynocaps, which are, as you know, our most heavily guarded patent. We will build new things in conjunction, together. Wouldn't you say that is fair Andrew?"
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Jan 20, 2019 11:30:09 GMT -5
Guess he could kiss his acting career goodbye. It didn’t matter anyways, he would get what he wanted in the end, even if it took long and many more lives than expected. Creed would take another drink from his glass of scotch before looking to Tiara with a smug grin. “Oh I understand your desire for honesty. Let’s call it a personal meeting then. You’ve already shown me that you are quite the intelligent business woman, your own personal insight would be very interesting” Creed sat back as they produced BULMA. An intelligent self improving AI? Looks like Capsule Corps was hiding a bit more from the public eye than he thought. Quite a dangerous piece of equipment, perhaps it could serve him in the future as well. Creed chuckled as they went over the sudden growth of Creed Cybernetics, and then their stagnation. As if he didn’t understand how aggressive his business practices were. Capsule Corp did have a few hundred years of customer satisfaction and proper growth, something he couldn’t afford right now. He would of lost his company long ago if he hadn’t taken more aggressive model. But they had a plan to rectify this divide in profits. “Your AI hasn’t accounted for my next upcoming product. Something you and your scientists couldn’t possibly produce. With the unknown and chaotic nature of the galaxy currently, combined with governmental tensions skill relatively high, I have formulated a piece of technology with the help of one of my top scientists, which will be the ultimate military and personal protection cybernetic ever to of graced the market. Estimations show that once released, it will increase our profits almost tenfold” Creed put his hands together and leaned onto the table. “Ambience, as the Scientists like calling it. Though I have heard the name ‘Capsule Killer’ thrown around as well” With the swift movement of his hand, Creed would produce a small projector. It would shoot to life with various video feeds of Ambience being used. “None of these subjects had any sort of Ki control before, their power levels were generally 5 or so. We managed to increase that to 13,000 about 75% of the time” Creed downed the rest of his scotch. “You have my proposal. We work on this joint operation, and I become a board member in Capsule Corp. I am perhaps your biggest competitor right now, the only one who has ever managed to surpass you. Wouldn’t it be smart to let me help you as much as I can? Because trust me, you don’t want me as an enemy” Creed lit up a cigarette, waiting for their response. Word Count: 433 Lute
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Post by Lute on Jan 21, 2019 9:49:05 GMT -5
CAPSULE CORP WC: 760 | 2,874
TAGS: Andrew C. Creed
If Tiara wasn't as composed as she typically could be, both her eyes would have rolled out of her head. Of course Creed would threaten Capusle Corp. As if he were the first dolt to do that. She had been in dozens of meetings just like this one. Big shot walks in, tries to muscle their way into Capsule Corp's deep pockets. Next, they throw around threats, try to make people feel uncomfortable. Eventually, their company bought out after they take a huge risk and tank hard.
It was like music to her ears. This was what she lived for, watching little men shrivel after they boasted so hard.
She thought about bringing up that data, having Andrew see that he wasn't special. But, that wouldn't accomplish anything, it would just make him suspicious. And suspicion would lead him to making brash decisions, perhaps even getting violent. Not that they couldn't deal with violent. No, that was too easy. Killing him and then buying out his company was child's play. She much preferred for men like him to to beg for help and money.
She had the perfect method for dealing with him. She just had to get him stuck in a bureaucratic mire, a round-a-bout without any escape. It wasn't that hard, he was like a bull rushing headlong towards what she wanted. All she needed was a little misdirection, a feint, and he would bite hard.
Then she could put the proverbial dagger right into his spine. Creed had no idea that he was getting himself into the big leagues now. This wasn't Tech Tech, nor some backwater colony. This was Earth, and this was inter-galactic business.
This bragging about a new product, that did interest her, a little bit. If Creed really did as he claimed, that could have either horrible or great repercussions. She was banking on horrible. Giving ordinary people ki powers was asking for a nightmare. It was a Creed product, so Capsule Corp wouldn't be affected by the fallout. But, once he did make the foolish decision to launch it and have it blow up in his face, she would there there to help him--by taking all his assets.
"Excellent," Director Tiara finally said. Her face held stoic, no smile to be shown. "We'll draw up the preliminary negotiation paperwork and have it shipped to you within the week. After a few drafts and reviews, we can start our partnership. I think it will be a fruitful relationship."
Her colleagues all nodded in agreement. Some a bit more skeptical than others. But, it was easy to see none of them wanted their names attached to this. That was fine with Tiara, she would own this relationship. And, in the end she would own Andrew Creed.
Tiara remained seated. Handshakes were offered, and Director's Board members started filing out. She waited until it was just her and Andrew in the conference room and then stood.
"If you wish to have a discussion with me, please let's go to my office. It's far more quiet in there."
She strode past him and out of the room, leading to the elevator well. There she stepped into the first glass bullet to arrive, riding it up with Andrew to the upper floors. There were a multitude of suites here, for the upper management of the Corporation. The security system identified her and authenticated her without any sort of interaction. The double doors to her private office swished open. As she stepped in, she removed her jacket and hung it on a peg next to the door.
Compared to some people of her station, her office was spartan. She had a large desk made out of smooth black stone, a sliver holo-projector in the center. She had a nice chair, and an open window that showed the sprawling metropolis of West City. There was a couch in one corner, a few book shelves filled with old dusty tomes. She had a holo-placard on the wall with her Hercule University Business Administration masters degree. The placard played back a short clip of her smiling and holding up her degree during graduation. The girl in the image was far younger, happy, and innocent looking. Not the hardened business woman Creed sat with today.
She pointed to a chair across from her desk. "Please sit."
She then plopped down in her own leathery chair and leaned back.
"What did you want to talk about? We'll have to make this discussion quick. I have a two-o-clock."
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Jan 22, 2019 14:05:08 GMT -5
Armageddon followed behind the duo as they exited the meeting room. He would keep a good ten feet away, as not to intimidate Tiara too much. “Don’t mind him, just a security measure and good friend of mine” Creed would saunter into the elevator, holding up a hand to keep Armageddon from walking in as well. Bit too cramped for a seven foot tall steel behemoth. “I’ll tell you if I need your assistance” Creed would state plainly, before producing another cigarette. He would wait until the elevator reached its destination before lighting it. He would take a long draw and exhale as they reached Tiara’s office. Simple in appearance, but effective enough. Nothing like Creed’s office, which was full of various technological marvels and secret passages. As she asked him to sit, Creed would grin. “I think I’ll remain standing. What I have to say won’t take too long” Slowly he would saunter towards the Office window, admiring the vast view of Earth. No red haze in the distance, fairly clean streets, quite the lovely city. Quite the boring city. Creed would once more take a draw from his cigarette. “Tiara. You impressed me back there. You obviously have more bravery than the rest of those peons” Creed would smirk slightly. “I have to wonder why you haven’t tried obtaining a higher status within Capsule Corp. Or perhaps you have, but to no avail? Quite a shame really. The weak always manage to reach power first, so they can suppress the strong. But when a person such as you or I manage to surpass the weaklings…” He would take another draw and exhale. “Worlds change. For the better or worse doesn’t matter, because it changes how we want it to. You’re on the wrong side of this battle, my friend. You’re working for the weak when you could be working with me…” Creed would extinguish his cigarette on his leg, not flinching. “You could be in control of Capsule Corp with the right help. But maybe I’m wrong, maybe you are one of the weak” Creed would turn around and look down at Tiara. There seemed to be a slight emerald glint in his right eye. “If you wish to prove me wrong, call me up. I’m sure we can work something out” He’d give a wink and a grin before walking towards the doorway. He’d pause, turning slightly. “I would suggest not underestimating me, Tiara. Suicide is never a pleasant way to go out…”Word Count: 433 Lute
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Post by Lute on Jan 23, 2019 11:23:00 GMT -5
CAPSULE CORP WC: 339 | 3,213
TAGS: Andrew C. Creed
Of course Creed was a disgusting slime-ball. This private conversation was just him strong arming her. She sat there, face cold as glacial ice as the hollow words spewed from his mouth. Even his threat didn't get a rise out of her. Tiara was threatened all the time. She had learned to take care of herself.
The funny thing is, she didn't underestimate Creed. She just had studied him to a great degree and knew the sorts of things he was both willing to do and capable to do. Could he still surprise her? Yes.
Would he?
Well, after the suicide comment, she didn't think that was likely. So far he behaved exactly as she expected. The man portrayed himself more like a member of one of the syndicates or a mafia, than an actual CEO. She wondered just what sorts of sinister dealings he was into behind the curtain. Underground experiments, perhaps him trading weapons to foreign governments? She didn't put it past him. He was the type that took the easiest path to wealth and success that he could find.
It didn't matter. It usually caught up to men like him. When you dealt in the shadows, you couldn't see what threats were around you. Tiara would dedicate herself to defeating Creed out in the open, through the most plain and obvious ways. She would also make the company plenty of money doing so. And she would force him to reveal his true colors to everyone.
Those colors were shades of brown. Like the pile of shit he was. She smiled at him, for the first time, when he was on his way out.
"I look forward our business association Mr. Creed. If you ever need anything from me, you can find my contact information in the corporate directory. Also, you now know where my office is. Just schedule ahead and I'll make time for you."
The smile faded as quick as it came.
"Oh and have a wonderful day."
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Jan 23, 2019 20:00:01 GMT -5
Creed had left before Tiara managed to finish her snide remark. He wouldn’t grant her the satisfaction of a final retort, only Creed got the last laugh. It didn’t matter to him whether she worked with him or not. This meeting wasn’t about her. No, Capsule Corp was the only thing he had set his eyes on. Tiara would be a simple bonus, if not a minor obstacle. Tiara certainly underestimated him, far more than she ever could imagine. Unlike the others she most likely dealt with, Creed wasn’t just a murderer, he was a good murderer. He enjoyed it immensely, even to Rine’s dismay. Almost nothing they could throw at him would stop him from getting his goal. Creed lit up a cigarette as he walked to the elevator. Armageddon would be waiting outside for him. Creed smirked slightly at the act of disobedience. Armageddon was loyal until the end. Cigarette filled the elevator as he sat back, looking out at the cities of Earth. “Rine, please forward the plans to Miss Tiara. With the proper message” The message would go over his contacts as follows: “I don’t have much time to respond, but please know I am a friend. I have been hacking and following Andrew Creed for about three years now, after my father disappeared while working for him. I have discovered… So much. Things that are unethical, completely evil. I need help and I don’t know who else to go to. Within this file contains the plans for Project Ambience. Anything to hurt that piece of shit. I can keep you updated on his plans, just be careful, he's not a stranger to murder
Whistleblower” Creed held his hands behind his back. The broken plans they had designed should be sent. It was made without several key parts. It would seem completely functional without, given the features taken out were specially designed safeguards. Only Kaijin would be able to create them without the proper plans, the Android was sure of that. Lute
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