An End to an Era.

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OOC: Essentially my first foray into TEP R.P. Never really done this before but I’m interested in joining. I’m trying to fill some gaps in what I have placed in my overview of the nation. Anyone can join this I am interested in learning about your nations. I am in the process of trying to catch up on all of the R.P haha. Message me if you have any advice or questions.

Isolationism is over.

Warchief Grymestone stood watching news monitors on his desk. As the headlines scrolled through from events in other nations he sighed. His nation had turned inward after conflicts with other nations. They became isolationist, much to his disapproval. Still he could not argue the fact that at the time it was safer to rebuild and stay quiet. They couldn’t afford anything else. But now they were strong again, renewed. It was time to come out as a nation and rejoin the international stage. His advisers would have none of it however. They maintained that it was best to close ourselves off. He was tired of their droning on. He was half tempted to fire them all. The metal door slid open in front of his dark wood desk and he tapped a button on one of the monitors, pausing them. He looked past the glass monitors to the werewolf.
“Warchief!” Said the werewolf who walked in, saluting. The Warchief responded with a salute. “You called for me?” said the werewolf.
“I did.” Said the Warchief in a gruff voice. “It is time we make our way onto the international scene. We have been in the shadows long enough. Our war with Dorlania ended long ago. That was the only contact we had before this point with another nation.”
“What would we stand to gain from such a move?” Said the werewolf.
“We would stand to gain recognition in the eyes of the world. International trade would boost our stale economy. Additionally we could find other nations that share our agenda. If we are to achieve our goals commander, we must begin to weave ourselves onto the international stage. Our preparations are complete.” The Warchief responded, coming out from behind his desk. The Warchief wore a trim black leather trench coat with a dark red lining. Beneath that was a black shirt and black pants.
“Very well. What would you have me do?” Said the commander.
“Ranulf, I need you to open the embassy and begin evaluating the current international situation. You are the head of the new Foreign Affairs Division.”
“And what of my current position?” Said Ranulf.
“Someone else will take that position. This is a more honorable position. Your represent all of our nation to the world. Your title remains simply you command an entire division of government now. Do not worry.”
“Of course not Warchief.” Said Ranulf saluting. This had better be worth it. He thought to himself though.
“Then you are dismissed. Good luck. I’ll issue a statement we are opening the embassy tomorrow and who is in charge. Expect contacts from ambassadors to go to you immediately. Review them and give me the message and your opinion. I’ll make my decision from there and give it to you.” Said Grymestone. Ranulf finished his salute and left the Warchief’s office, the automatic steel door sliding shut.
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The next day…
“People of the Werewolf Consortium!” Began Warchief Grymestone, addressing a mass of reporters who were covering the announcement. Pictures flashed as cameras rolled. “Today is the day our isolationism ends. Our country has rebounded since the last time we had an embassy open. We have accomplished much in so short of a time span yet our ambitions mean we must move on from this… limiting policy. Now is the time to do so. So it is with great joy, I announce that we re-open the international embassy and hereby promote Ranulf to Chief Diplomat of the Werewolf Consortium. It is a great day for the Werewolf Consortium. I cordially invite all nations to come to the Werewolf Consortium and visit our nation. Thank you.” The mass of press all stood up as pictures flashed wildly. The Warchief was barraged by questions and reporters begging for more information.
“Warchief, what are your motives for doing this? What will this bring us?” Shouted one reporter over the din. As the Warchief left he turned.
“A future.” Said the Warchief.

Ranulf dusted off the old files in his new office. He heard the power hum on as the lights flashed on. Ranulf looked around the musty office. It hadn't been used in years and a thick layer of dust covered everything. A werewolf walked in. He wore a black suit and a name-tag that said Xavier.
“Well the power is on. I’m surprised they just abandoned the building. All these files are from the war. So is this equipment.” Said Xavier, looking at the desk as the computers powered on. 
“We’ll need this junkers replaced.” Said Ranulf looking at them. “But for now it’s all we have.” 
“Well sir, what do you want to do first.” Said Xavier.
“Organize this place and hire some staff. It looks like in the end they just didn’t care about this facility. Get Tundra on finding out what we can about these nations from whatever source she can, it’ll be better than what we have at any rate. I’ll read these old briefs. “
“I’ll start recruiting then.” Said Xavier. “I’ll also keep Tundra on alert just in case we get mail from other nations. Good luck organizing.” He said with a smile and he left. Ranulf rolled his eyes and looked at the files. 
“This will be fun.” He said and began sifting through old files, awaiting current information.
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From the desk of the Right Honourable Prime Minister Esch La Kose

Congratulations on your new appointment as Chief Diplomat of the Werewolf Consortium. The Suans People look forward to a bright future and profitable working relationship between the Suan Republic and Werwolf Consortium.

Here in the Suans Valley, we are facing trying times and look to our friends in the Consortium for aid in a crisis facing our nation. The rightful government of the Suans Republic was overthrown by the cowardly People’s Party and have usurped control of the judicial and legislative branches of the government. Supporters of the rightful regime are in hiding, and preparing to launch liberation operations in the valley. Before doing so, we request the aid of the Consortium.

The People’s Party, ignoring the potential profits have banned the Uranium mining in the valley province of Windy Plain. If your government will back my campaign to restore the rightful regime, I am prepared to offer your nation exclusive mining rights to one of the four mining sites within the province.

Not only that, but we are prepared to draw up a favourable contract of purchase for your arms export industry as well as offer you the full support of our nations military once we take back the valley as well as production rights to the oil wells of the Delta province for a minimal percentage.

For insight in the offensive front perpetuated by the People’s Party, see the disinformation found on their lackey http://theeastpacific.com/index.php?showtopic=10029.

Respectfully
Rt. Hon. Esche La Kose

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Ranulf sat at his desk reading through a years old brief on the state of the East Pacific when his computer beeped. He put the file down and looked at the old computer. The screen read NEW MESSAGE. I can’t believe this thing can even receive messages… He thought and opened it. He read through it. Ranulf then checked the state run news network the message referred to. After finishing he thought for a few moments. Then Ranulf printed a copy of the message an picked up his phone. He dialed it to the Warchief’s office. He would have to ask permission for the actions he wished to take. The Warchief’s secretary answered.
“Yes?” Said the werewolf at the end of the line.
“I need to speak to the Warchief. Now. I am head of the Foreign Ministry.” Said Ranulf.
“I’ll put you through then.” Said the Werewolf and the phone went on hold for a moment. Then the Warchief answered.
“Yes?” He said.
“I need to speak with you about something, now. I’ll be coming to your office in a few minutes.” Said Ranulf.
“Well hurry then. I have a meeting to attend with my advisers.” Said the Warchief. Less than 10 minutes later Ranulf had arrived at the Warchiefs office.
“I received this today.” Said Ranulf, handing the Warchief the message. He read through it and smiled.
“I like these people.” Said the Warchief. " The message alone is all I need to decide that. They are brave. What is it you suggest we do then?" Said the Warchief looking at Ranulf.
“They have a good claim and with our military strength it would be possible. I don’t want to commit troops however. So early on atleast. Their offer is tempting though. We could use the resources they are offering. Mining rights to a location like this might be worth millions. I suppose it couldn’t hurt if we quietly give them our weapons on the side and send some operatives to ensure there is no evidence.” Said Ranulf. Years of internal espionage and the culture’s prized view of cunning and strength had granted the Werewolf Consortium with one of the best covert departments in the world. Especially after the previous war with Dorlania.
“Hmmm.” grunted the Warchief. “Then lets draw up this contract of theirs. See what exactly we are doing. You have my permission to work with them.” Said the Warchief.
“Thank you.” Said Ranulf and he left. He walked back into his office a few minutes later, as the Central government building was not far from the Foreign Ministry. Ranulf sat back down at his desk and turned on the automatic encrypter. He began to type a response.

The screen flashed on the computer and read: Beginning encryption… Priority code Alpha, High Level encryption. To be decoded upon arrival…

From Ranulf, Head Diplomat for the Werewolf Consortium.

Thank you Rt. Hon. Esche La Kose, it is an honor to speak with you. The Werewolf Consortium is prepared the draft a treaty or contract with your nation. I can send an operative to meet with yours and draft this in person whenever you wish. It might be safest here, away from prying eyes however this is flexible.

We are prepared to offer assistance by supplying your operations. It has been deemed however that committing our army to a location so early on in our international phase is to risky. We will support you in every reasonable method we can. Further details can be discussed in person however, to avoid this message being caught and read elsewhere.

Sincerely,
Head Diplomat Ranulf

Ranulf ended the message and sent it.

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From the desk of Right Honourable Prime Minister Esche La Kose

I am pleased to hear of your decision. I look forward to a bright and profitable future for our two nations.

Before our business goes any further, however, you should be aware that the fall of my government was very hectic of course, and the rebel scum were successful in seizing all of my office’s assets. However my loss, is your gain. I am prepared to offer you 500 million gold coins worth of the finest brown heroin in the East Pacific. I recognize the inconvenience of moving such a product therefore I shall be willing to pay an increased cost for your weapons. An extra 50% on the weapons shipment, if that pleases you.

If you agree to these terms, I shall send a representative of my government. He shall be bringing payment for your weapons and acting on my behalf to expediate the transaction.

Yours gratefully and respectfully,
Rt. Hon. Esche La Kose

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Ranulf sat, reading the latest message from Right Honourable Prime Minister Esche La Kose. After reading the extended offer he smiled and shook his head. So this is who we are dealing with… He thought. The nation could stand to make a tidy profit off of the drugs yet they had few black market connections after the isolationist policies. Such a sensitive material being transported internationally would be difficult and potentially hazardous. Ranulf responded quickly.

Dear Rt. Hon. Esche La Kose,

I am grateful for your offer however I must refuse the drugs once again for securities sake and we have few connections to the black market, the result of our isolation. If such a sensitive material was discovered en-route to our nation, it could seriously damage our foreign relations. I hope you understand our concerns.

I will accept your offer on mining rights of course and on the trade pact. Our weapons are as good as yours. We will send operatives in to ensure the weapons get to their destination safely and if needed, to operate some equipment. We will eagerly await your diplomat.

Sincerely,
Head Diplomat Ranulf

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From the desk of the Right Honourable Prime Minister Esche La Kose

I understand your hesitance in receiving such a shipment. Rest assured that your investment into my regime shall see a profitable return once order is restored in my nation.

An agent is en route to speak on my behalf and draw up a contract for our partnership. Know that he speaks with my authority and is authorized to negotiate the terms of the contract.

With respect,
Esche La Kose

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Ranulf stood at the international airport of Valdar, awaiting the arrival of Rt. Hon. Esche La Kose’s agent. He wore a simple, formal black suit and was flanked by two security guards. He had assumed a human shape for the meeting to make the agent more comfortable. The guards on the other hand remained in their wolfish form. This section of the airport had been shut down and secured especially for the meeting, under the guise of a mechanical problem in a plane. Xavier stood next to him also in a suit and in human form.
“Well where are we going to put him?” Asked Xavier.
“The Warchief has secured a nice building for him to stay in. Eventually it will become their official embassy here. Once outfitted of course.” Said Ranulf. Xavier nodded.
“Now all we do is wait. The agent should be here momentarily.” Said Ranulf and they waited for the agent to arrive.

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A large cargo plane circles Valder airport. It breaks through the clouds and lands before skidding to a stop on the tarmac. After a minute the rear cargo door drops steadily opens with a mechanical whirr.

Dark emptiness is revealed on the inside. A small red glow appears at the far end of the craft, and begins to move closer toward the cargo door. A hulking mass begins to take shape, the red glow appears to be a single red eye looking out menacingly into the welcoming party. The mass moves closer. The ominous red eye growing and the floor of the plane creaks under the heavy foot falls of the beast. Out of the darkness it becomes visible.

A huge caucasian man steps out of the dark of the plane, the red eye forming a cigar in his mouth. He stands over seven feet tall with a 400 pound frame. His gut is massive, arms like tree trunks connected to broad shoulders, all covered by an expensive blue suit with a red tie. He wears a white cowboy hat and alligator skin boots. His eyes scan the welcoming party. He opens his mouth and laughs.

“Ho ho ho! Well hi there, boys!” says the immense man, placing his hands over his massive belly as it heaves up and down with his laughter. “Har har har, Ho ho ho! A fine day boys, a fine day! Name’s Louis, not the name my lovin parents parted on to me, mind you, but a name I’m quite known by 'mong my friends. And I would like very much to include you boys in that circle. Ho ho ho!”

Louis steps away from the plane, followed by puffs of smoke from his cigar, a briefcase, seemingly small in his huge hands.

“Now I’m aware that the right honorable Kose may have promised you boys the moon 'n stars, but I’m afraid the man is in charge of exactly jack.” Louis smiled, a gold tooth glittering between his lips. “Now don’t be upset, boys. You’re talkin’ to me now. I represent the real power in that piss ant country. And we are preparin to offer yous a real comfortable deal like…”

Louis unclasped the suitcase. “Now I’m aware that Kose may have promised you oil wells in their river delta, I wanna make it clear, that oil, tsk tsk, she’s mine. I am pleased you refused the shipment Kose offered, as that product was mine and not his to offer. However as you see from this here contract, yous will all be well rewarded for your help in liberatin’ the Suanese.”

He hands Ranulf a paper from his suitcase…

GENERIC OIL… powering nations

GENERIC OIL along with it subsidiary company NUKES4U request the purchase of arms and armanents to fund the liberation of Suan from the terrorist regime.

Three sites proven rich in uranium yield shall be signed over to the Werewolf Consortium. An estimated value of 1.5 billion US dollars for each mine. Mining equipment for extraction and processing of uranium will be offered free of charged by NUKES4U.

After the successful liberation of Suans Republic, Werewolf Consortium shall have full use of Generic Oil’s affiliated security organization Black Waters Protecterat, for whatever military excercises they see fit.

“Now you see what we are prepared to offer” Loius flashed a golden smile, “Now what you prepared to offer me?”

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Ranulf shifted his stance slightly upon seeing the ambassador. He wasn’t necessarily what Ranulf had expected yet he quickly regained his composure, glancing at Xavier. Xavier looked back at Ranulf then at Louis.

“Well Louis it is an honor to meet you.” Said Ranulf, shaking Louis’s hand. “Perhaps we can get this business done inside, away from prying eyes.” Said Ranulf, taking the paper Louis had handed them. “And perhaps we can show you exactly what we are prepared to offer you.” Said Ranulf, flashing a smile at the burly man.

Xavier nodded at one of the security guards who began to talk into his earpiece. “The armaments are being brought to the building in which we can begin to discuss the this contract. If you will follow me, we have arranged transportation.”

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Just as Louis began to follow Ranulf toward their transports, a high pitched scream emitted from the cargo plane. A small four foot tall, pudgy Suanese man darted from the plane like lightening, his almond shaped eys flashing with a mad fear. He charged at the bodygaurds with a silver spoon in his hand. “Manusia serigala, legenda benar! Mati pelaku kejahatan, mati!! Anda tidak akan memiliki jiwa saya!!! Koj yuav tsis tau kuv tus plig!!” Screamed the little man.

Louis flushed in embarrasment, slapping his huge hand to his forehead. “Chewie, no!” bellowed the enormous man. “Sorry 'bout this, he’s just my co-pilot, damn Suanese are a superstitious lot.”

Chewie banged the silver spoon against the chin of the nearest body gaurd to no effect. “Chewie!” Hollared Louis, “Damn it boy, pick up a science book once in a while, save ya from actin the fool. This lots immune to silver.” With surprising speed, Louis scooped Chewie up in his massive arms, cradeling the small Suanese man like a baby. One great stride toward the plane, than Louis threw his co-pilot into the plane to a lament of curses from the small man.

“Now you stay there till our business is concluded, hear?” Bellowed Louis. “Now where were we?” he said as he re joined Ranulf’s party. “Ah yes” He laughed slapping Ranulf on the back, “We were getting ourselves indoors for a nice talk, and I confess in wishin for a drink, Har!”

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Ranulf and the other Werewolves broke into laughter. The guard who was hit just blinked looking at the little man who was taken.

“It’s not a problem, the poor man must be confused. What would you like to drink Louis? I’ll order some so it can be waiting at the warehouse.” Said Ranluf. They arrived at several black, unmarked vans. The doors slid open silently revealing a comfortable interior with a booth like setting. A small table sat in the middle of the van interior, flanked on either side by black leather seats. The windows to the car were tinted black and couldn’t be seen through. “After you.” Said Ranulf ushering Louis in.

The guards got into the vehicles in front of Ranulf, Louis and Xavier.

“You mentioned he was your co-pilot. Did you fly the plane in?” Asked Xavier as he climbed into the car.

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“Anything with alcohol, Har, har!” Belted Louis as he climbed into the car, easing his 400 pound frame into the luxuries seats, giving a sigh of approval. “We always toast a business deal, and a meeting of friends where I come from, boys,” he said as the others climbed into the van.

“That’s right, son. I flew that behemoth in. Called a Galaxy C-5, she’s a heavy bitch, but theres nothing better when your hauling, and need to fly low to avoid radar, Har!”

Louis took a long drag from his cigar “Ah, where are my manners! Sorry, boys.” He tossed the cigar out the van just before Xavier closed the door. He leaned back in his seat, resting his large hands on his keg of a gut. “See my gran pappy first taught me how to fly helicopters at 15. No better way to see the bayou boys. Keeps the snappers off your feet,” he pointed down to his alligator skin boots, then tossed his head back with a great laugh. “Ho ho ho! Har har har!”

His phone proceeded to ring. He pulled his phone from his pocket. “Sorry boys. Don’t worry its untraceble. I have to take this.” he held the phone to his ear.

“Hello? … Yeah. uhuh… I don’t know, try hitting the scan button… the one on the bottom that says scan… of course theres an easy listening station… If we get sattelite radio its coming from your pay, Chewie… Then take a nap!” Louis hung up the phone, pulled out the battery and slapped the phone down on the table. He leaned back in his chair and sighed. “Damn Suanese.”

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“Sounds like you don’t like the Suanese much. Ever think you went into the wrong business?” Said Ranulf smiling and pressing a button in the car. A small cooler rose up in the middle of the seat between Xavier and Ranulf. Ranulf pulled out three beer bottles and handed them out. “Bad Moon Rising Dunkle. Some of the best in the region. We keep this on hand. I wasn’t sure if you had wanted something else.” Said Ranulf, taking the cap off with a bottle opener and handing it to Louis. The van pulled out of the airport and began heading further inland. Security cars followed on either side of the van.

“So,” Ranulf said taking a drink. “You are the real power of the Suanese government. This contract is essentially what we discussed. Myself and the Right Honourable Prime Minister. We’ll be at the warehouse where I can demonstrate what we can offer in about 10 minutes. So for now, I have a question for you. How did you end up in charge of the country?”

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Louis tipped the bottle back and emptied half the bottle in one large swig. Wiping beer from his chin with the back of his hand, Louis gave an approving smile.

“The wrong business? Har Har! This is my business, boys!” His eyes seemed lost in a trance as he looked at the amber liquid within the beer bottle. “The Suanese don’t understand. There is a single holistic natural order to this world. A harmonious ebb and flow of dollars, yens, rubles, gold, estoes, and euros. The nations are only an illusion. There is only currency. A grand interwoven dominion of dollars. The people that I work for invested a considerable amount of currency within that river valley, and it is time for the Suans to give that capital back. It is the holiest of systems, what goes into a country, must come out. This has been the guiding principal of man since we climbed out of the slime.” Louis’ face began to flush as he talked. His chins quivered, friendly eyes darkened, his massive shoulders bulked and his chest puffed up. “In their ignorance and defiance they have ruptured the primal forces of nature and they will atone!!!”

Light came back into Louis’ eyes. His shoulders sagged and he smiled, draining the last of his beer. “har.”

“My company, NationStates | Not Found moved into the suans valley in '89. Do you boys know that every year their precious ten rivers floods and drowns them out of their homes? We built them a system of dams and floodgates to keep that from happening… they’ve conveniantly forgotten. We also built roads, schools and an oil refinery.” Louis rested his hands on his massive gut. “Back in '96 we packed up and left, the suans didn’t want us there, despite everything we did for 'em. Now don’t misunderstand me, I’m not in charge of Suans, but I work for the people that are. In time, you will come to meet them, I’m sure. And I’m sure, they will be more than willing to help you with the Dorlania and Lyontisia problem, but one step at a time.”

Louis leaned back in his chair. “We have been biding our time since '96. Waiting for an opportunity to get back in there and start tapping into our oil there. That time is now, before the new Suans government gets too established. With the help of the Consortium, we cannot fail.”

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Ranulf made a mental note of what he said. Making an ally of this corporation and their administration could easily make him one of the dominant political players on Valdar and perhaps the world if what Louis said was true.

“Well your my kind of man the Louis. I look forward to working with your company in the future.” Said Ranulf. The car bounced slightly as it pulled up the curb, pulling into a large warehouse compound with thick walls and guard towers. They passed through a checkpoint and the car stopped next to the large warehouse doors.

“Well here we are, the Weapons test range. Here I can show you exactly what we have to offer and you can take your pick at what you want. Or you could order everything. Come,” Said Ranulf opening the car doors. “Lets go inside.”

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Louis climbes out of the vehicle. He licks his lips and rubs his palms together in anticipation for the instruments of death he is about to be shown.

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“Lead the way Xavier.” Said Ranulf nodding at him. Xavier led them into the large warehouse. The lights flickered on and about ten feet before them there were several stations with different pieces of equipment on them. Behind these tables was the firing range that dominated the rest of the warehouse. Steel and concrete targets were the cannon fodder for that day.

“Our Nano-Tech industry offers many unique pieces of equipment for our soldiers and soon, your soldiers.” Began Xavier, he handed out ear protection and safety glasses.“You’ll need these. We’ll start with our NanoSuits.” Said Xavier, motioning towards a ballistic gel torso covered in the NanoSuit. The armor was black, with green strips that indicated wires running electricity through the armor. “Using Nanite technology, our scientists were able to create an alloy that is resistant to most incoming fire from traditional weapons. It requires a minimal use of power to protect against such weaponry. Upon impact from a bullet, the currently flexible material hardens like a rock from the force exerted on it, rendering it one of the hardest substances in the world. Each shot uses up a bit of energy however as the electrical current is run through the suit in order for the Nanites to lock together. For example it negates all small arms fire.” Said Xavier and he brushed his suit jacket aside, pulling a pistol from it’s holster. He fired several shots into the armor. The bullets fell to the ground flattened. Xavier walked to a desk and the group followed. He pointed at the monitor. “You can see that the pressure exerted on the gel torso was minimal and in fact would not even cause bruising yet the bullet has been destroyed. The armor took the force. Now, assault weapons can cause some damage but it still will not pierce the armor.” Said Xavier and he motioned towards one of the Werewolf guards. The guards walked to a table and picked up conventional assault rifles and fired multiple rounds in unison at the gel torso. The impact was visibly noticeable yet each bullet clattered to the floor, flat.

The graph on the monitor spiked with the bullet impacts. “As you can see,” Said Xavier. “The bullets caused some impact that would wind a soldier at the very least maybe even cause him to collapse for a few moments. However the force is not lethal and the soldier should recover. We’ll revisit this later however, moving along.” Said Xavier and he guided the group to the next station.

“Now here we have Nano-injectors. In the event a soldier is shot even with this armor or the charge runs out, this injection will add Nanites to the blood stream that will expel the bullet and repair the wound much quicker than with normal medicine. You can essentially re-field the wounded soldiers within hours.” Said Xavier. “Since I don’t want to shoot anyone perhaps we won’t demonstrate this device eh?” and he laughed.

“Now we have our intelligence equipment,” Said Xavier guiding the group to yet another station. “The intelligence equipment deploys miniature robots that are almost invisible to the naked eye. These little machines can provide intel over vast regions of land and keep track of enemy movements easily. We also manufacture spotter droids that can be deployed. These machines are roughly the same size and will link up with the NanoSuit and our smart bullet weaponry to guide the bullet to its target. This greatly increases accuracy and lethality. Which at last brings us to weaponry. We hold our weapons up to a high standard. They must be able to pierce our NanoSuits or they are not effective enough. This is the Warg. Our most powerful assault rifle. Complete with smart bullets that explode on impact and are guided by the spotter droids I mentioned before.” Xavier picked up one of the rifles and aimed it at the targets several hundred yards away. These metal and concrete targets were draped in NanoSuits. He pulled the trigger several times, releasing a spray of 6 bullets onto the target. Each one hit home and the small explosions could be seen from where they stood. The NanoSuits that covered the target had a fist sized hole in it.
“As you can see nothing can stop these bullets. This was with the guide droids.” Said Xavier. “Finally we have vehicles.” Said Xavier and he walked to a table where several screens showed models of the vehicles.
We have the Valkyrie Jets, armed with Missiles and variants of the Warg. We also have the Shadow Tank Mk. II. It moves at speeds up to 80 MPH and will destroy most obstacles. The gun is 120 mm and will annihilate anything in its path. Additionally it has mounted miniguns that will tear apart enemy infantry. These will have trouble maneuvering in heavily forest areas however. So would you like to try anything or shall we talk terms?" Said Xavier.

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Louis listened attentively as Xavier lead the party from station to station. He stared with wide eyed amazement as Xavier demonstrated the fortitude of the Nanosuits. He roared with laughter as Xavier joked at the nano-injector station. Louis’ eyes flickered with imagined possibilities at the intelligence station, and finally, at the rifle demonstration, he let his huge fingers run up and down the smooth surface of the warg rifle in an almost sensual manner.

Finally, at the vehicle demonstration, Louis could contain himself no longer. “Hot damn, boys! Hot damn, I say!” Louis took off his cowboy hat to fan himself off, revealing a head of balding grey hair. “Well I for one can say with confidence that I am glad your age of isolation if over! If you boys will humour an old southern gentlemen such as myself and allow me a moment to play. Har har har!”

Louis snatched up the warg rifle and inspected it. His eyes scanned over the deadly instrument like a mechanic would mentally dissect an engine. Finally after a moment of inspecting the deadly weapon Louis firmly planted his feet to the ground and took aim at the target. A stream of precise, short controlled bursts erupted from the rifle, decimating the target and tearing the nano suit to shreds.
“Whooooo Boy!” Screamed Louis, momentarily deaf from the gun fire.
He sighed, obviously having just enjoyed the target practice “Now to terms…”

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Ranulf smiled and said “Good to see you are enjoying yourself. Now to the terms.” Ranulf turned to the rest of the Werewolves in the room.
“Leave us.” He said and they all left, including the guards and Xavier. Ranulf and Louis were now alone in the warehouse. There were no security cameras.

“Now to the terms, here lets sit.” Said Ranulf and they sat at a table in the middle of the presentation area. Ranulf pulled out the paper that Xavier had given him at the airport. “We are prepared to give you a full load out, with all the equipment I have shown you today, to two hundred of your soldiers, with the exception of vehicles. As for these vehicles, we are prepared to give you twenty five of each in the first shipment. If you decide you want more, we can arrange for more shipments of weaponry like this one. We will also send several trained officers to help your soldiers use the new weapons and equipment. Show them the finer points of using nanotechnology. In exchange you will give us full mining rights to several deposits of Uranium and to the rights to oil fields in the delta.” Said Ranulf. “The Consortium also requests one last thing. A military base to be placed in the Low’se Province, your rumored base of operations and home to a significant mountain range in which we could hide the base. A military base under our control could assist your government in military operations and give us a foothold on the continent you inhabit. Such a foothold in other regions of the East Pacific are of strategic value to us and our allies you see. Finally, I require some… incentive to sign off on this. You mentioned Generic Oil. I would like to receive a position in Generic Oil. I could run the companies operations in the Consortium. It expands your operations and gives me some influence. It can only benefit us in the long run. You will be rewarded for this personally, Louis.” Said Ranulf, a wolfish grin on his face. “In our country, I represent a faction of our government, one of many vying for power. Given the resources, I could further both our goals in this region, as I know your company must have some.”