Big Chief [2143]

[Foran]

2143, Fortis Presidential Office, Fedithe F.O.
Dmitri Dixon stood earnestly inside of his office. Another figure slowly walked in with a curt and unprofessional "Hey hey, People.", a small frown on his face.
Nodding, Dixon turned to his secretary, who pulled out a small wooden box. Opening it, Dmitri took out a small, pristine medal, and opined, "You are above even the chief...". The figure walked forward at Dixon's nod, and stood, hands behind his back.
"I hereby award you the title of Big Chief.", Dixon spoke proudly, pinning the medal to the Figure's uniform. The figure's frown grew, but Dixon paid him no mind, and continued, "You...are a true patriot."
Holding out his hand, Dixon smiled awkwardly as the figure at first seemed to ignore the gesture, but then slowly grabbed and shook Dixon's hand.
As the two photographer's cameras clicked, the figure's frown lessened, but did not disappear entirely as he released Dixon's hand and slowly turned to walk away. The FIB Director turned to offer the figure a handshake as well, but the figure brushed past him.

As the figure walked out of the room, two other men looked pensive. "You know...we could use more like him. Perhaps we should reconsider the offer from the stahlsieg...".

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Some time later, A small island off the coast of Fortis.
The figure looked towards his trusted confidant, Krunosav Mlinar.
"Hey Hey People. I'm back.", the figure said to a chorus of "Big Chief!". With a frown, the figure shook his head. "We're...not calling me that. That's dumb. Now...Krunosav...we have work to do. Call up the many. many members....of the merchants guild..."

[Foran]

Late 2143, small island off of the coast of Fortis
"Every time I see that new submarine, I wonder if they'll ever figure out that the propellor shaft has a structural weakness. I mean you can hear the grinding on sonar...", Mlinar commented idly, his ever present sunglasses reflecting the light off of the morning sun. The figure, pensive as always, looked out on the coast as the FRN Iceberg slipped beneath the waves after exiting its berth from the naval base just to the southwest of Kuka.
"Krunosav...", the figure started to speak, "I think I've come up with...a funny name we can use."

"Funny?", Mlinar asked, an eyebrow raised. The Figure laughed, "Yes. Once we retire the Mamba Unit, we can call it...Tachystan. A place where we can do funny things...outside of any one government's control, a home for those shunned for war crimes or lighting kroman children on fire - a true paradise for those like us."

Milnar laughed, "Heh, I get it. But...how will we even begin?"

The figure paused, took out a cigar, and lit it. After a moment, he continued. "I have several contacts throughout Veiid...and some in the stahlsieg. And now that we have funding from the merchant's guild...", he paused to take a puff, and then put a hand in one of his pockets to retrieve a crumpled piece of paper. "Husk...a very, very funny fellow. He gave us the plans for a mobile sea platform. I hear he's still trying to get the Strelkans to build that rocket launch platform.", The figure laughed. Handing over the paper to Milnar, he continued, "It probably won't be for a long time. We'll need more than just a shipyard and funding from the merchant's guild to make this work."

Milnar nodded. "Maybe we'll even get into orbit, eh Chief?"

The figure shrugged. "I don't really care, as long as we have a long, good time doing it all."

The figure took a final puff on the cigar, and threw it into the waters below the small dock.

"After all, what's a few silly little terror bombings between friends?", the figure laughed.