Name (Nickname): Halmir Quinn (Hal)
Attire: Standard attire of the Illuminati Elite - brown military-esque suit adorned with intricate gold adornments), white shirt, brown pants, brown leather boots.
Weapon: Blaster
Location: Thalassa (Docking Bay, Equatoria City)
Tagging: Anyone; Zander Kazad; possibly Sol Invictus, Gehenna.
Time: October 1, 3075; Night
As Hal continued to make his way along the docking bay of Equatoria City, he knew he'd soon have to rest. He had a big day ahead of him tomorrow. For, tomorrow, he'd be meeting up with Sophie Bracken at MareCorps and having... talks... with her over her 'interesting' research findings regarding Zeema. He figured Sol would more than likely be dealing with some of his other duties for the time being given his position within the Illuminati elite. But that was more than fine. After all, he had his plans and would be fine without him if need be. Sure, the influence would be nice, but he still had a name for himself nonetheless. And if this Shadow managed to get his cousin back, he'd have even more leverage for sympathy should he need it. Besides, the sooner she returned the better. He didn't want the pirate scum thinking they could get the better of the Illuminati when in fact they could not. If the incident on Charon was any proof of what they could do, then they were sorely mistaken. That was a low aim, with less than intelligent thugs pulling off a stunt he probably could've seen done in his sleep had he tried a little harder.
As Hal continued on his way, he suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked at his wristcomm. A frequency was trying to come through. Arching a brow, he brought up his wrist and looked at it. The frequency was from Themis. Odd. But seeing as it was from the Inner Sanctum, he knew it was Illuminati business. Looking at it a bit more closely, he noticed that the signature was from affiliates of Gehenna's. Had something happened back there? It wasn't often anyone from there contacted her let alone via him when they could do so to her directly. He found that peculiar. Then again, she was working for him.
"Halmir Quinn," he said to the device, bringing it up to his lips.
"Hello, Mr. Quinn," came a voice. Male. "I apologize to be contacting you so very late. But this is quite urgent. We require the presence of your associate Miss Gehenna Leoncah on planet Themis. As you know, she has become a fairly prominent figure here and something has come up where we require her presence for a while. The elite majority have ruled that she return here for now so that she can be a part of an investigation that has recently cropped up. Given her talents, and the fact that this is a Themian issue, we want her here for the time being. We understand that this will leave you a bit under staffed, but hopefully she won't be detained for too long. Besides, as a member of the Illuminati, you more than most, understand that this is for the greater good."
Hal had all he could do not to scream. Gritting his teeth, he nodded even though the man on the other side of his wristcomm couldn't see him. "Very well, I will have her promptly depart for Themis."
"Thank you," the man said and the signal immediately cut out.
Hal sneered and grumbled. Seeing Henna suddenly walk off the ship, he walked over to her and let out a soft sigh. "Henna, there's been a bit of news. It looks like you won't be able to stay here on Thalassa as planned. I just received urgent word from Themis, that they require your presence. Apparently an investigation has come up and your notoriety for handling such things precedes you." He stepped closer to the woman, the space between them practically nonexistent. "Well done." His lips were mere inches from hers as he continued to speak. "I wish you didn't have to go, but the elite are demanding you go. So, you must heed that call even if I'd rather you stay here." He stepped even closer, a hand reaching up to touch her platinum hair, his fingers twisting the strands about them. "I will will contact Zander about a few things. But I'd like for you to get back on the ship and head to Themis straight away. Though, do try to get some rest. You need it." At that, he brushed his lips against hers while a hand snaked about her waist, pulling her just a bit closer. When he pulled away, he gave her smirk and gestured she leave, not hesitating given how impatient the elite could sometimes be when it came to investigations. When Henna turned around, he gave her ass a smack and chuckled.
Hal was upset that Henna had to leave. But he also knew better than to screw too hard with the elite. As it was, he was already playing with fire to an extent with his little operation he had planned for Thalassa. He was definitely skirting the rules there. Using legalities to delve into the illegal and then gunning for power to rise higher within ranks of something he did truly believe in. It was just a matter of that not everyone within the elite thought him capable and some thought him a bit of a loose canon at times. But in the end, they all knew he believed in the Illuminati.
Looking again at his wristcomm, Hal knew he had to contact Zander Kazad. He really didn't want to, but with Henna leaving, he didn't have much choice. For the time being, he'd have to deal with the sniveling bastard given things and that was just the way of it. Like it or not.
"Zander," Hal said curtly to his wristcomm after tapping a few buttons.
"Yes?" came Zander's voice. The man was clearly terrified to hear Hal rather than Henna and it amused him greatly.
"Henna has been called to Themis on some business. Fortunately for you this means you won't be answering to her for the time being."
"Fortunately, sir?" Zander asked, though Hal could easily hear the relief in the man's tone.
"Indeed. Instead, you'll be answering to me directly until otherwise notified." There was a silence and Hal mused at this. He could almost hear the fear emanating from Zander. Oh how he wished he was there on Charon just so he could witness it. Well, maybe not. Better to be on Thalassa. "As a result of this, all frequencies that are to be sent to Henna that are of our business will be automatically rerouted to you. Do you understand this?"
"Most definitely, sir," Zander said, his voice shaking ever so slightly. "I shall double my efforts."
"I would expect so. I've heard a few reports regarding you and I must say there is definitely room for improvement."
"Of course, I'll see to it, sir," Zander replied immediately.
"I'm sure you will. Then, we can all stand to improve, Mr. Kazad." Hal threw in the formality just to throw the man off. Hearing him sputter on the other side was enough to make him grim malevolently. "Now, about that settlement that we had attacked earlier. See to it that it is destroyed. I want nothing left alive. You understand? It must be obliterated. We are sending a message to those pirates. Understand?"
"Yes, sir. Understood, sir," Zander answered.
"Excellent. I'm counting on you now, Mr. Kazad. With Henna gone, I must be able to rely on you. If I cannot, I fear for your future." At that, Hal cut his signal to Zander knowing full well his point had been made. The man would try harder than he'd been, that was a fact. Now he needed to get some sleep and hope that no one learned of his true interest in Zeema and what his plans were while on Thalassa.
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