D O M I N U S
There was something that Isley wanted.
Maybe it was because he had gotten a taste and became addicted. Maybe this was simply a means of reparations for how the Confederacy had ousted him. Whichever the case, the Dar'manda hungered for something that was born by Druckenwellian hands. Now, there were several avenues that could lead to the successful acquisition of this prize. He could very well dive into the past or future, as [member="Ember Rekali"] had shown him. Or, he could go through the "legal" channels and throw some credits at the right people. Yet Isley had gotten a taste of the drug...and now he wanted more.
So, he showed up.
There were very few people who had access to the former-Foreman's personal vessel. Even fewer could board it, ascend it, and make their way to where [member="Darth Vulkan"] laid his head. But Isley had several tricks up his sleeve that made such things possible. Chief amongst them was a bachelor's degree in Mentalism. Isley didn't knock. He didn't wait either. The door to the ArmaTech CEO's quarters was promptly opened and the Dar'manda slid a box over to the man inside. Within it was a Gauntlet. A damn good one.
"We need to talk, vod." he said, grinning.
Maybe it was because he had gotten a taste and became addicted. Maybe this was simply a means of reparations for how the Confederacy had ousted him. Whichever the case, the Dar'manda hungered for something that was born by Druckenwellian hands. Now, there were several avenues that could lead to the successful acquisition of this prize. He could very well dive into the past or future, as [member="Ember Rekali"] had shown him. Or, he could go through the "legal" channels and throw some credits at the right people. Yet Isley had gotten a taste of the drug...and now he wanted more.
So, he showed up.
There were very few people who had access to the former-Foreman's personal vessel. Even fewer could board it, ascend it, and make their way to where [member="Darth Vulkan"] laid his head. But Isley had several tricks up his sleeve that made such things possible. Chief amongst them was a bachelor's degree in Mentalism. Isley didn't knock. He didn't wait either. The door to the ArmaTech CEO's quarters was promptly opened and the Dar'manda slid a box over to the man inside. Within it was a Gauntlet. A damn good one.
"We need to talk, vod." he said, grinning.