OOC: Guys, I am so sorry for not participating in the last convention, I got so sidetracked with finals. Sadly, I am also going to be unable to participate in this convention. I am deeply sorry for any inconveniences this causes, especially to Sebor who will now have to find someone to carry on as the representative for Detroit. :c It was a fun run while it lasted, and I only wish that it could have worked into my schedule a lot better. The summer is coming up, but, until then I am simply going to be unable to participate in any of the conventions.
Best of luck to everyone,
-Twich
OOC: No apology needed, reality comes first.
I'll take you off of the list; good luck on the finals. I've got those early June.
Cat "The Claw" Crenshaw - Talon Company
Cat strolled into the room, confident and ready to deal with anything that might be thrown at her. Her emerald eyes sparkled as she looked at the assembled representatives. She selected a random seat, turned the chair around, sat down and folded her arms over the backrest.
"Where's Styles?" she burst out. "That damn Brotherhood fiend still owes me caps for several heads we delivered," she added angrily.
Then she nodded to Alex "Well, well, you still keep Winter trapped in your suitcase?" she asked with a grin.
Ishmael Ashur- Emperor of the Pitt*Glares at Mrs. Crenshaw* So Talon Company still lives? I thought those massacres in Alto (Altoon, Pennsylvania) and Morgan (Morgantown, West Virginia) would be the end of you. But no, it wasn't.
So are your days working with crimelords to try and stop empires, such as my own, from expanding and trying to keep the world grounded in anarchy over?
*Turns to the rest of the room* That's right, you may not know this but Talon Company works, or used to work, with a very powerful man by the name of Ron Caino. I have captured and interrogated him myself. He was once a member of a crime family in New Reno, out in California, called the Bishops. When the Bishops developed Jet, I'm sure you are all familiar with that wretched drug, he was tasked with bringing a caravan somewhere else in California, he can't remember where. But instead he took off with his caravan workers, traded the jet for hired guns who permenantly worked for him and then he headed east, recruiting people and getting food from some tribes and most settlements he came across in exchange for jet. He kept heading east until he reached Virginia where he set up a permenant headquarters for drug trafficing. Eventually his men also were heavily envolved with slavery, not the necessary kind but the kind for amusemant, weapon dealing, he supplied most of the raiders in the east, and food, the only one that wasn't malicious. To keep all of these things in demand, don't want people to make their own food or drugs when you get most your money off of them, he hired raiders to keep the wasteland anarchic. When that wasn't enough, they killed each other almost as often as civilians, he hired mercenary groups such as Talon Company.
OOC: Hope you don't mind me altering the history of Talon Company a bit, it does sound plausable though. Plus I fixed three plot holes in F3 with one paragraph (jet, amount of raiders, and Talon Company's employer).