Corporate Actions (Soth)

[Fiend]

:: I sat at the table, moonlight basking the chalice filled with blood as I lifted it and lightly sipped at it. I was here on "business" as President of Blastech Industries, the largest weapon manufacturer in the galaxy to meet a Lord Soth. I had not been here too long, only recently escorted in from the docking bay and given this wonderful glass of darker than dark red wine. I smirked as I chucked the goblet out the window. It actually tasted quite bland to me.::

[Lord Soth]

The Death Knight emerged from the shadowy arch way that led outside to the massive rotunda where Fiend now sat. Soth's demeanor was unreadable and stoic as he approached the visitor from his left. With a slight bow the Death Knight of the Black Rose greeted the President of Blastech Industries. He was curious as to what kind of proposition Fiend was about to make...Perhaps's one that had a direct connection to Soth's ownership of the I.S.T. ("Internal Strategic Technologies") and a healthy stock in the Corrillian Corporation?

"Good evening Fiend...What important business would bring you so far to our sector here on Roon?" Soth said coolly, getting right to the point as he questioned the outlander.

With unseen hand's, the oaken chair across from Fiend moved out on its own accord as the Death Knight took his place. The Dark Knight studied the man before him as if reading an open book...If Fiend lied, Soth would surely know of it.

[Fiend]

:: I didn't bother with standing, seeing that Soth had sat down, I was good.::

You are not too far out Soth, I am everywhere, what might inconvenience me to go where I am already?

:: I laughed. I reached into the jacket hanging by my waist and retrieved the disk within. I slid the holographic display disk to Soth and it turned on, stopping right before him over the table. Statistics sprung across the board, showing information at rapid speeds I knew he could read.

It was all the information to sustain an army, several armies. In fact, my Horde. And DNA information to my soldiers, all the different beings that I had collected cells from to create the perfect being, even my own current body I inhabited right now. Sharing all of what I wanted to show him was what I had planned, but just showing, explaining it was something I would let him ask for.::

[Lord Soth]

The Death Knight's eye's narrowed somewhat at Fiend's mocking statement. He would hear the outlander out for the time being...And if what fiend had to say amused Soth, then perhaps he would reframe from throwing him off the Shrine balcony head long.

"So what is it exactly you want from me Fiend?...I have not the patient’s for game's...There are other pressing matter's that call...So let us make this brief my friend." The Death Knight's tone was serious and pointed as the holo-image continued to play in front of him in.

[Fiend]

Full genocide of the light. What else does the physical embodiement of the Darkside want? I would, will, and am throwing this whole galaxy down the path to Hell and when I'm finished here I'll pass the outer barrier and take out everything else out there, like a plague, an epidimic with no cure.

:: My fist clenched, the metal gauntlet flexed with it, the metal glistening menacingly in the darkness of the Shrine as the blades at my knuckle reflected the torch light in the room. My eyes flashed as I smiled at Soth. He wanted brief? He got the sum of it all right there.::

I come to those now who would help me in this. Of course the Shrine, my generous benefactors of my first body away from the accursed fool Dios Kane. And you being the owner of your well established I.S.T.

Anything you might be able to supply the Horde with would be useful. Money is not an issue. And I've heard of lurking ships that attend to Roon, possible rumors of a "fleet." I have shipyards at work now but if I can remember from the moronic memories of Kane, he and Tomak Ohara were abducted to say and brought upon a monster ship that... was to say collassal.

[Lord Soth]

Soth rested one hand along the muscular curve of his jaw line as he listened to Fiend explain how he would one day take the universe by force like a cancer out of control. The Death Knight's eye brow arched in amusement as the outlander went on. Nevertheless, it was becoming quite apparent to Soth as he listened intently to Fiend, that the man was truly insane.

"Take the universe by force are we?" Soth paused as he slowly steepeled his long Vampyre fingers together, his pale marble like countenance gave no hint of emotion as he continued.

"And what kind of army would you suppose it would take to accomplish such a daunting task,...My friend?" The Death Knight finished coolly, ignoring Fiend's inquiry about the account on the Sanguine.

[Fiend]

:: My brows furrow in amusement of my own. Vampyres might seem to be like statues, even their emotions of great show still being little to nothing in comparison to the more pathetic mortals. So he found amusement out of my plan? So be it.::

Not entirely, as I've said to many others. Taking the universe at one push is a foolish notion. No, like said before, a cancer, something with no cure that infects one part and than grows, unstoppable. It will not be hard to rule what I take over because most of what I take will be destroyed. Those that would rule what is conquered is left to them. I would have no part. I rule only the weapons and tools that would destroy everything for the Savage Garden.

My army? The horde? It's precisely that. It will take an army of assimilation. Just like the cancer, it grows as it adapts with new cells. I have my perfect leashes, my own cells. They turn the subject into destructive drones, believing they still have their own control but actually they wil push to my goals no matter what they do, in the end, all of their actions would have done nothing but serve me at the grand finale. I also have a certain doctor under me helping with some procedures that... "perfect" the imperfections of other beings. Even this body is a vessel, a cloned figure I created mixing cells to make more adaptable bodies to my more... destructive skills. I already have an army and enough supplies and facilities to take over systems over a small period of time. Not days of course, but Blastech's almost unlimited supply of money might be not as eternal as the former owners believed with my own fleet coming into play it seems.