Description: Interlude! Vega gets more information that makes him /even/ angrier! This is a bad thing for people who have to fight people who function on raw hate.
This picturesque Shadaloo base is much like the others. With the relative ease of construction and similar floor plans, it would be hard to tell which base was the 'real' home of Shadaloo's leader, Vega. They are all guarded well, if for no other reason than each has to be ready to house warriors and handle operations of planning and strength at a moment's notice. Guards patrol in orderly lines at orderly times. All in all, it's very similar to how a prison operates.
And much like a prison, Vega's bases are not really set up to stop people from entering. He knows that fighters will come, and challenge him. The guards, while prepared for large group assaults, also have strict orders to interrogate those that come singly. Those that seek to challenge the dictator are.. well, pitied. Because Vega takes to breaking those ones personally.
Cecilia walks up onto the river bank towards the side of the base. She looks like hell. Numerous bruises and burns cover her body. Her eyes look blood red, like hemorrhaging marbles, although they seem to work fine. The front of her green shirt is torn and stained, probably by vomit, although thankfully most of it has washed off in the muddy water.
She stares at the guard for a moment, smelling like - well - the river. It's a jungle, and while the war may have reduced pollution in some areas, it hasn't made the river much cleaner.
She raises a hand, slowly, in greeting. "I'm on your side," she says. "Do you have a towel or something?"
"..Sure."
There's a crackle of a radio, and a careful watching by the guard in question, a request for further orders. Farther up the chain, people pass information around and about - for a few minutes, Cecilia will have a gun pointed at her, but after a answering radio report, it's lowered and he nods his head in the way of the base.
"Sorry. Precautions - Lord Vega doesn't take well to failure."
This is said in a tone that expresses the gentleman with the gun has seen just what happens to 'failure' before. Normally, that being anyone unlucky enough to be with Vega when he fails. That usually ends with death, so as to retain his mystique. He leads her to the base proper, and inside, as promised, are a few towels, and a Shadaloo outfit with a small changing area, should the woman so desire.
[OOC] Cecilia says, "reconnect, internets"
Cecilia has disconnected.
Cecilia has connected.
Cecilia accepts the gun with placid silence. She actually /stops moving/ beyond breathing a little, which is probably a good sign that she's not a zombie. If prompted she gives name (which may not be hers) and other identifying marks.
She steps in, rinsing some of the muck and dried nasty blood-like fluid from her body, then her face. She puts on part of the uniform... mostly the underthings. She leaves the jacket off, both because of the weather, and so that she sticks out a little.
When she comes forwards again, she looks significantly less nasty, if still somewhat haggard. (No relation.)
Another moment or two passes before 'brass' comes. And surprise of surprises, it's not just another Shadaloo flunky. No, in this case, it's a dictator of destruction, a despot of despair - or it's just Lord Vega, head of Shadaloo itself. He doesn't normally /do/ this, but things have been a bit crazy as of late, and it's reflecting in his own choices. He ushers the guard out the door with a 'well done', and then locks the room behind him, leaving himself and Cecilia locked together in a very small area indeed.
The aura around him is still strong - stronger still from the slight wave of fear that his guards always seem to have around him, built into power that he can control. Tasty, tasty power. He tamps it down just a bit, and then folds his arms against his chest. His voice is dark, intent as he speaks.
"Now.. which 'side' are you on, and what brings you here?"
[OOC] Cecilia says, "BRB again @_@ Won't be long"
[OOC] Vega says, "Apologies. I have to idle for a few now too. BRB."
Is that - oh crap, Ceceilia thinks as she's escorted into the small area; this really IS him. This isn't a body double, they usually aren't feeling this weird in this organization.
Cecilia is perhaps less fearful than the subordinates. Some of this may be cockiness, and some may perhaps be that she's had some kind of brain surgery. However, she IS concerned, and she straightens to attention at the words. "I'm with your allies, sir," she says. She doesn't specify without more prompting, but she does continue.
"Rugal - Bernstein," it took her a moment to remember the last name, "has landed equipment to reinforce rebel units. Location is about twenty, twenty-five clicks downriver. I watched it with your unit, Katelynn. Bernstein fought us off but he gave away the base location."
I hope this isn't going to make him blow me up, Cecilia thinks further. These walls look thick.
".. Rugal.. Bernstein."
WHAT IS IT WITH HIS ALLIES?!? Do they not /get/ that they're supposed to be working together? Does he not /understand/ that Shadaloo and he were working as a unit, behind ethe scenes?! Had he just gotten hit in the head /far too many/ times to remember something as simple as 'We're working as a team'?
The information's effect on Vega is certain to be visible to even the most body-language impaired. His shoulders tense, and the desk that he was walking by now seems to have cracks in it, splinters of wood formed as his aura rushes out, seeking something, /anything/ to squash.
So far, the bearer of bad tidings is left out of this consideration.
Eventually, Vega calms, and nods his head. "Thank you for your report. Will you need an escort back to your proper location?" He's trying so very hard to stay calm, to stay 'normal'. But it isn't easy. Not easy at all.
Oh man he's going to blow me up with his power! Cecilia thinks in the part of her mind that sits back and scrambles while the rest of her relaxes. After lowering her arms to her sides, she remains still; she is at attention but not ramrod straight. She tries not to look at the desk, or to think about the wave of power.
Time to kiss ass, she estimates, before speaking again, staring straight ahead at nothing. "Thank you, sir! Your hospitality is very generous, I will be very pleased to travel with the next convoy or group out, at your convienence." The Shadoloo part-uniform sits on her strangely; it was made for a man but, tall and strong or not, she isn't one. She falls silent after this.
"... You think I'm going to kill you."
Vega barks out a laugh as he looks towards the woman. There's a pause, blank white eyes scanning her over, as if trying to see inside. He lets off a moment later, instead starting to turn his back on the woman. "Do not fear - I only punish /failure/."
With that, well - he's on his way out. He has some things to think about, and some plans to make that will involve beating down the man who has just mucked about in /his/ playground when he was /supposed/ to be working for him.
Cecilia was thinking pretty much that. She remains still for a half minute before Vega has moved away, and hopes she has not soiled herself without realizing...
After this, she turns and quickly exits, heading out to the soldiers - they may be a little weird, and she's sure none of them speak any Spanish, but at /least/ they're just guys.
Log created on 17:24:42 06/24/2007 by Vega, and last modified on 05:51:55 06/26/2007.