Black Scorpion Expansion

[Delfos]

A Group of 200 Delfian workers arrived the north of Taldstadt a decade ago from Takasia, a 2nd generation of Delfians that have born in Takasia, and they got influenced by a particular socio-religious group called The Black Scorpion Clan. Soon they evolved and formed a School masked as cow pasture and milk factory. Having cells near the sea made them smuggle from New Delfos the needs this kind of group has, they imported missiles and all those sorts, even weaponry. Local gangs and mafia dealt with them for weaponry and resources. Now they expanded, having 1000 men in north of Talstadt and South of Takasia, offically around 780 men inside Talstadt.

All those cells near the sea have what they call Father, which is their group's spiritual leader, also the cell leader, followed by prayers and fighters. Each coastal cell have around 10 men, and function as smuggling outposts, linking in and out the resources of the main cell.

An inland cell can get 100men, and they need a place to gather, some type of church, also known as spiritual guidance groups. This cells act as the main dealers, most of those that deal with the Black Scorpion Clan never heard of 'The School'.

And finally, this places that they call 'The School' is where they learn fighting skills and deep religious concepts, and can hold not much more than 500 people. They follow an Islamic bible but they also learn politics and stuff like that. Their main goals are to shake the foundations of capitalism and repeal heretic believes. Allah is the one and only.

Now they want to expand, Talstadt seems a great place for it, and the gangs here are becoming dependent of them, why not turn them into Black Scorpions like us?

BSFighter1: "Brother, tell Father that this gangsters didn't brought the money."
Gangster: "That's right! We want more and we ain't paying more!"
BSFighter2: "Understood Brother" *And leaves with a cynic smile, enters the Delfian Restaurant backdoor and disappears into the dark.

It starts to rain alot, the gangsters tried to get under some balconies nearby while the Scorpion stood there with a fixed look on them, getting all wet. They heard steps and got ready for anything, some old guy came out with the other Scorpion and looked at them* "Mandem entrar esses filhos da puta, eu já lhes trato da saúde." * which the scorpions nodded.
BSFighter1: "He wants you in, come quietly."
Gangster: "I ain't going there!"
BSFighter2: "You have no other choice."

*The gangsters trembled, they nodded and got in, very nervous ready to draw their weapons, they found the old guy with a big knife in a kitchen, there was some kind of skinned animal over the table, PLOCK! and he chopped it's head off with the knife, the gangsters jumped scared.*

BSFighter2: "Why are you so jumpy?"
Gangster: "I ain't jumpy, did you saw me jumpy?!"
BSFighter2: "Fine."
Old Guy (Father): "I'm not very pleased with your proposal, but please come see our stash in the fridge, we can let you have more merchandise but not from the same quality, i guarantee you, our stash is deadly."
*The old guy made a signal and the Gangsters followed him with the scorpions behind him, the old guy opened the Fridge chamber door: "there..." *They could only see meat all over, pork and all sorts of animals hang from the ceiling. One of them saw some bags at the other end: "There brotha, you see? they have quite large stash here"
Father: "Choose what you want..."

*The gangster thought something was wrong, something isn't feeling right, they were not even supposed to get more bags but to pay less. In a sudden moment both gangsters got shot with silenced SMGs*
Father: "Damn! Be more careful next time, there's 3 bullet holes in the fridge."
The blood started to go into the center of the chamber drained off to the sewers.
Father: "Well we now got enough meat to give to the animals in the pasture, tell the news to the Higher Father next time you pass there."

[Talmann]

"Is this the place?"
"Must be. Look at the size of the damn thing. And foreign looking, too."
"Then come on. We don't want HIM on our backs, do we?"

     After a quick "Nein.", the two men in suits got out of their small and expensive car. Its plates showed the car was from Confederate Freedom, though the maker wasn't apparent. After a few deep breaths, the two men walked inside the building that looked as if it came out of the movies, though not quite as big. As they stepped inside, a man of small, foreign stature and heavy gaze walked up to them.

"May I help you gentlemen?"
"We'd like to speak to your Father. As private as possible, if you please."

The man hesitated, looking frightened, and stared at them for a bit. "And if you cannot?" he asked.

"Then we might have to get his attention," said the gentleman on the right. He quickly opened a bag he took out of his pocket and the glint of silver coins flashed out. The man smiled as he said, "Right this way..."

[Delfos]

They walked through the building to a backdoor, there was few shacks and plants, you could see big red tomatoes and wonder how could they get that size. There were a few ladies and men caring for the plants, and by turning your head back there was few armed guys blocking the way you came from. The men guided them throughout the plants until they came near an old person with big beard who was caring the tomatoes.

Scorpion Prayer: "Meu pai, este senhores chegaram para falar consigo, não tinham nenhuma audiência mas mostraram-me um saco cheio de prata. Que devo fazer?"

Gentleman (I don't know what to call them): "What are they saying?"

Gentleman2: "I don't know, next time we get someone that knows the language."

(ooc: If you RP one of yours knowing Portuguese (mother language) i will translate most of this dialogs, they are not very important or else i would RP in english)

Old man: "Eu não sei, deve ser algum cliente. Vou lavar as mãos, manda-os para dentro que já lá vou."

Scorpion Prayer: "Father agreed to receive you, but come inside to eat, he will join us."

They entered in the building again, the armed men were gone. The prayer pointed to a wooden table with old chairs and ordered the servants to bring some food. In very few moments a big plate filled with shrimp and delicious smell came along with fruited tint wine.

(ooc:RP your guys waiting long time and decide whether or not to eat the food, it's not poisoned i promise.)

[Talmann]

OOC: you may call them Agents, if you will.

IC: A1: "Ach, Wein... Sie reicht so gut, auch. Dürfen wir?" (Ah, wine. It smells so good, too. May we?)
A2: "Warum nicht?" (Why not?)
The two men begin to chow down, drinking lots of wine, with small complaints kept to themselves about it being not strong enough. After a while, the two men were through eating, having eaten enough to make them tired.
A2: "Warum dauert diesen Mann so lang?" (Why is this man taking so long?)
A1: "Ssh... Sei ruh, mein Freund. Jemand kommt." (Ssh. Be quiet, my friend. Someone's coming.)

[Delfos]

The old man was almost shinning after washing himself and get clean cloths. He sat at the table and was amased, he thought this agents weren't fed at their agency.

Father: "I see you've ate almost everything. Was it good?"
A1: "Very good, although he wine wasn't very strong. No offense."
Father: "No problem, i respect honesty. This is fruited wine, what we call 'Sangueria', like...'Blood-wine'. We drink it all the time."

*Father turned his head back and asked for more* "Sara! Bring that special reserved tint bottle and more shrimp if you please."
Sara: "In a moment..."

Father: "Now, i heard you were business men, so let's get to busyness." *The old man sat back like if he was resting from his day waiting for the agents to tell their intentions*

[Talmann]

A1: "Well, Father, you see..." He bent down and whispered, "We were sent here to ask you and your followers to join our group in a quest against this Capitalist state, and in the process gain as much land as possible."
A2: "Yes. We have long endured this lazy monarch let this once great nation crumble into the society it is today... rotting with only a few people with extreme wealth. We have heard of your groups fervor for eliminating such a plague to the world. Would you be willing to help us?"

OOC: If you plan to say yes, please PM me with what they could offer.

[Delfos]

Father:"ah..i see. Well, we are very pleased with your goal. We can supply you SA katyusha launchers, explosives, are you interested in chemical warfare?"

*the old man smiled when he figured the Agents thought he wasn't serious*

[Talmann]

A1 and A2 whispering: "I dunno, do we?" "I'm not the boss..." "Let's say yes, and get these guys on board."

A2: Alright. These things intrigue our boss and we feel your group will be a great addition to us. We restate our question, are you willing to help us? I am sorry, we are just not clear.

OOC: So you know, yes to chem. warfare, they'll take anything...

[Delfos]

Father: "Yes sure, but i think you don't know how deep we are. We are fully independent from you, we're like...let's say, very good friends. And friends help each other, so we will aid your cause, for long, long time we're stacking supplies for big structural shake. Although, we do not have manpower or vehicles of any sort, so we remain in the shadows, agreed?"

[Talmann]

Both: Yes, Father.
A1: Our boss will be in contact.
A2: Here, Father. A gift for your troubles.
He hands the Father the bag of silver coins.
A1: Oh, and if I'm not mistaken, we have vehicles set away should you and your people need transport. Just so you know.
A2: Ok. Auf Wiedersehen!
A1: Danke für Ihre Gästlichkeit!

The two men walked back to their car and drove off.

[Talmann]

To: The Father
From: William Schmidt, MM1

We know of your goals, and we feel that it should not be Talstadt we destroy, but the Dysaniian occupants of Southern Ryazania. Listen closely. Your soldiers will travel to Southern Ryazania to "help" the Dysaniians. You will fly Talstadt's colors and state you are relief workers come to help. Your men may have more trouble getting in, should they see that you are Delfian. So I will have some sailor friends of mine go with you to get you in as their personal workers to unload the boat. I feel that will be adequate for anyone checking your ship. And then, once you have docked, do what you are famous for and smuggle what you can of any heavy artillery to the outskirts of the docking town.

Those are my requests of you, oh Father.

Willaim Schmidt

[Delfos]

Sara: Who were they?
Father: Don't know, i don't know who the hell we sold ourselves to. But if they were delfian, they would be scorpion too for sure. Let's welcome the bastard brothers that think the same way we do. I gotta make a phone call.

*the old man walks to a payphone and dials quick with all his fingers*

*signal*
other end: Yes?
Father: It's cold around here, how's the cows?
Prayer: Fine, fine. What do you want my love?
Father: To meet your grandfather.
Prayer: OK, I will pick you up in silver SUV.
*off*

*silver SUV? I'm being hunted by silver today* with big smile.

an SUV arrived, a black tainted window gone down and an armed men certificated that it was the pickup. the old man and other two BSFighters entered the SUV, they followed the road to the city limits and entered in a large ranch. Father stepped out of the car and told the others "Stay in the vehicle, i won't be long".

Father walked to a barn, the stinking smell of cows was all around. It was the feeding place. Father gone tot he back of the barn and opened an almost invisible trap door. Long time since he was in the tunnels, training his ass to be the best black scorpion ever. "Where's the highness?", "sector B, 17th room" said a loyal fighter, "That's under the mosque", "correct.". He followed the tunnels to sector B, turned to the 17th room and there was a meeting.

Father: "May i come in?"
other clerics: "Yes sure."
Father: "A group with the same ideologies approached and gave me this" *dropped the bag with silver on the table* "They asked for help to overthrow the governmental structure, this is the fine hour to active our master plan."
clerics: "Indeed, what did you say?"
Father: "I agreed to help, said the 'very good friends' policy. Supply mainly, they say they can assist on mobile hardware, and they agreed that we are independent and want to remain masked."
clerics: "What does your highness have to say?"
*A figure came out of the dark (very like Colonel Kurt in Apocalypse Now, acted by Marlon Brando-is the name right?)*
High Father: "They do the fuss, we can do ours masked on their own fuss. Activate the Master Plan and spread the word."
clerics and father: "Long live the Black Scorpion Clan!"

Father climbed up to the mosque. Allot of prayers inside studying the scriptures, the clerics ran to them and said "report to your father, the master plan is moving." Back to the car, the bodyguards and the driver were practically fried by the heat, very hot day today. The SUV was drove back to the restaurant where they left Father and the 2 bodyguards.

Sara: How did it go?
Father: Master plan is moving, inform our fighters.

To: William Schmidt, MM1

We can help your men getting in, but this shall not interfere with our goals. I thought we agreed about our independence. Count with 2 squads.

poor old man
'Father'

ooc:he's just playing protective role. haven't figured out how many fighters give 2 squads yet. Also that letter must have been brought, you can't telegram to a 'father', beyond it's common connotation, there are as many fathers as cells.