There Will Be Blood

A few swift cuts to the family tree.

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@katagawatheson

No, this could absolutely, 100%, not even be possible. How could Maliwan have found her when she did everything right! She hid her location, didn’t go out in the day, hid her tattoos. Everything she did was calculated and precise. There was no quantifiable way that her actions could have led to this. But they did.

Here she was, forced to her knees and in chains in the Zenara. A once proud Guardian Angel, now reduced to a mere war prize. She sighed, looking around the vast space as a man she had never met entered the room. The way he looked made her feel unnerved. “To what do I owe the pleasure of being ripped from my home,” Angel smiled sweetly but there was venom in her words.

[katagawatheson]

- "Do I actually have to explain this to you? The Storm is a highly advanced shock weapon. Upon hitting a target, it creates four balls of electricity that shock enemies, and then explode. There is one issue that we have been having with it... The orbs don't always properly target enemies. Can you see where I'm going with this? Find out what's going on with it, then once we merge with Atlas... We'll know exactly how to fix it and upgrade it. And, with your wonderful powers, you might be able to upgrade some prototypes we have created using some blueprints we have found." -

- The rifle found itself locked back away in its own personal prison. There were no barriers that would prevent her from analyzing it from either of their cages. The only difference was that, while the Storm was in the container, the firing mechanisms were mechanically disabled. There was a reason Katagawa had specifically asked for that case. "Now, if you would be so kind... Show me what you can do."

[hyperions-angel-deactivated2024]

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@katagawatheson

No, this could absolutely, 100%, not even be possible. How could Maliwan have found her when she did everything right! She hid her location, didn’t go out in the day, hid her tattoos. Everything she did was calculated and precise. There was no quantifiable way that her actions could have led to this. But they did.

Here she was, forced to her knees and in chains in the Zenara. A once proud Guardian Angel, now reduced to a mere war prize. She sighed, looking around the vast space as a man she had never met entered the room. The way he looked made her feel unnerved. “To what do I owe the pleasure of being ripped from my home,” Angel smiled sweetly but there was venom in her words.

[hyperions-angel-deactivated2024]

Chains rattled helplessly at her sides. Even behind electric bars and chained in place, the siren still held a rebellious gaze. There was no way in hell that she was going to relent to this bastard. Absolutely not.

However, she found herself slowly losing hope the more time passed. Katagawa wasn’t going to let her go, which was made abundantly clear by the amount of time he spent acquiring her and making sure she was secured. Perhaps there was a way she could meddle in his plans somewhere down the line. Possibly give Rhys an opening at fighting back against Maliwan through her. The siren could only hope for such things with the situation looking so bleak.

“Fine, you win. I’ll do whatever it is you want just…don’t make me kill anymore,” Angel asked brokenly.

[katagawatheson]

- "I've already told you more than once that you won't have to kill anyone; nobody has to die. Well, of course, not of everything goes to plan. Very well, let us set forth this series of magnificent events, starting with... This. High-tech solutions for violent problems- Maliwan." His gaze broke from her for but a moment as he waved in a soldier. In their grasp was a heavily locked box that opened once he pressed a key card against it. The box was carefully set on Katagawa's desk, and the man in charge gently picked it up. It was a sniper rifle with a beautiful paint glowing dim lightning pattern and pulsating with energy. Such was Maliwan, proficient in their manufacturing of fine elemental weaponry. -

- "Isn't it beautiful? This weapon, it's a classic, fabricated to obliterate shields and foes alike. It, however, needs an upgrade. It's outdated. The design is over seven years old, and it has since outlived its purpose. The Storm sniper... I could go on about it, but I just don't have that kind of time." His finger wasn't on the trigger, but that didn't help with the tension in the air as he stared her down through the scope. "You can talk to electronic devices, right?" He lowered the barrel to the ground. "Then get to talking." -

[katagawatheson]

- "This prototype you've presented to me looks good... On paper. What, did you lock your grandmother in a dark closet and have her assemble this with one arm tied behind her back? The execution on this was extremely sloppy.

Don't come back until you've perfected its construction.

ℕ𝔼𝕏𝕋." -

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@katagawatheson has followed you

“I- should I be afraid of you? I don’t know how to feel.”

[katagawatheson]

- "Who are you, and how did you get on this secure line? You know what, don't bother answering. I'm a busy man; I don't have time to deal with you. Contact one of my secretaries, and they will decide whether or not you may speak with me. Now, if you don't mind, I'm in the middle of a corporate takeover." -

[hyperions-angel-deactivated2024]

{|katagawatheson|}: ➳

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@katagawatheson

No, this could absolutely, 100%, not even be possible. How could Maliwan have found her when she did everything right! She hid her location, didn’t go out in the day, hid her tattoos. Everything she did was calculated and precise. There was no quantifiable way that her actions could have led to this. But they did.

Here she was, forced to her knees and in chains in the Zenara. A once proud Guardian Angel, now reduced to a mere war prize. She sighed, looking around the vast space as a man she had never met entered the room. The way he looked made her feel unnerved. “To what do I owe the pleasure of being ripped from my home,” Angel smiled sweetly but there was venom in her words.

[hyperions-angel-deactivated2024]

Rhys was her friend. He was the reason she was able to live a life in relative secrecy. He trusted her and came to her with advice when he needed. Hell, the duo even went out for drinks one time. Why did Katagawa want Atlas so badly anyway? Sure, they were making bank now and Rhys was able to bring the company back from the dead, but everyone knew Maliwan had far superior resources at their disposal. It didn’t make sense for the companies to be butting heads like this.

Angel glared at him, which seems to be becoming a common occurrence now. “And if I refuse? I don’t particularly like to betray my friends, and Rhys is a friend,” she asked curiously.

[katagawatheson]

- "Don't be ridiculous; you can't refuse. You see, just like Rhys, you're going to be part of the family whether you want to or not. Making your own family is much better than having to put up with one just given to you. Again, my siblings had no vision! They planned to cruise along with the interest from their inheritance for the rest of their lives. When Maliwan merges with Atlas, we'll be the most powerful corporation across the six galaxies! Nobody will stand in my way, and Rhys will enjoy himself in the position of senior vice-president of beach drinks aboard the Zanara." -

- With a short high-pitched buzz, the screens darkened, and Katagawa sat himself back upon his collectors deluxe corporate edition skag skin office chair. With hands folded and elbows resting upon his desk, he leaned forward and sighed at the caged Angel. "You just don't get it, do you. And that's okay, you don't have to. You just need to play along, and everything will go smoothly. We will all live happily ever after; one big merry corporate family." -

[hyperions-angel-deactivated2024]

{|katagawatheson|}: ➳

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@katagawatheson

No, this could absolutely, 100%, not even be possible. How could Maliwan have found her when she did everything right! She hid her location, didn’t go out in the day, hid her tattoos. Everything she did was calculated and precise. There was no quantifiable way that her actions could have led to this. But they did.

Here she was, forced to her knees and in chains in the Zenara. A once proud Guardian Angel, now reduced to a mere war prize. She sighed, looking around the vast space as a man she had never met entered the room. The way he looked made her feel unnerved. “To what do I owe the pleasure of being ripped from my home,” Angel smiled sweetly but there was venom in her words.

[hyperions-angel-deactivated2024]

Angel wished she would be let out of these chains so she could prove to him just how powerful she really was. If she had it her way, she could hack that ECHOeye of his without breaking a sweat. However, she needed to play the long game now. Making a risky move like that would only get her shot or worse. She would just need to bide her time and wait for an opening of sorts.

The siren rolled her eyes at his obvious show of prowess. Clearly, someone was overcompensating for something. If Katagawa didn’t work for Maliwan, she’d be hard-pressed to say he would make an excellent body double for Jack. Sure, he didn’t look the part, no one really does, but the attitude and narcissism was very much present. “You mean kill me on the Zanara? I know what you do to the people you take abort that stupid yacht. I don’t particularly want to find out first hand, thank you,” she spoke. Still being ladylike even in the face of death and imprisonment. Smooth Angel.

[katagawatheson]

- "Now, now, don't be like that. I'm a man of my word. When I say we'll party, I mean it. Skag oil jacuzzis, a fifty three cheese fondue fountain- everything that your little Siren heart could desire. All that I require of you..." This time, the screens flipped to three giant logos of the Atlas corporation. "... Is that you make Atlas realize that they're meant to be part of the Maliwan family. That is all. No strings attached. After you do that, you're free to do whatever the hell you usually do." -

- After pacing towards the front of his desk, he sat upon the corner and crossed his legs. With the mere snap of his fingers, a Maliwan service bot hovered on over and delivered a glass of 2013 Edenian Bobaran wine to him. As he took a sip, that signature businessman sneer slid back onto his lips. "There isn't much for you to consider. All that you have to do is say yes. Consider this... While you work under me, you'll have all of Maliwan under your disposal. Give or take. My soldiers, they're dispensable. Them dying for me to get things done, it's just a sacrifice that they need to make for their family. It isn't that hard of a decision."

[hyperions-angel-deactivated2024]

{|katagawatheson|}: ➳

|| Spoils of War

@katagawatheson

No, this could absolutely, 100%, not even be possible. How could Maliwan have found her when she did everything right! She hid her location, didn’t go out in the day, hid her tattoos. Everything she did was calculated and precise. There was no quantifiable way that her actions could have led to this. But they did.

Here she was, forced to her knees and in chains in the Zenara. A once proud Guardian Angel, now reduced to a mere war prize. She sighed, looking around the vast space as a man she had never met entered the room. The way he looked made her feel unnerved. “To what do I owe the pleasure of being ripped from my home,” Angel smiled sweetly but there was venom in her words.

[katagawatheson]

- “Now…” Seated high upon his throne, Katagawa looked down upon the Siren with… A sneer? A grin? It was something that only the most sly of businessmen could adorn. The pads of his fingers rapped upon each other as he made a cheeky chuckle. “… What’s with the long face? You should feel grateful to have been accepted into the Maliwan family. After all, we are very exclusive. You’ll find it much better here than at Hyperion, I can promise you that. We are, after all, far superior in every aspect.” -

- That face of his softened ever so slightly as he rose to his feet and turned his back to her. As he did so, that odd eye of his flickered, as did the many large screens that were high above him. Displayed upon them was data that had been gathered on Angel. “It’s hard to run from Maliwan’s sight, but I can’t blame you for trying. At one point or another, everyone has. It’s… Exhausting. Having to watch over so many incompetent people all the time. But you… A little birdy told me that you are very good at watching people, Angel, very good indeed. Not that this is relevant, but doesn’t it just bother you that some people can’t keep a secret?” -

[hyperions-angel-deactivated2024]

Light blue eyes widened as she stared up at the head of mergers and acquisitions. All the screens showed her every move. It was ironic that she went from watching others to the one being watched. She growled, glaring at the man even more so for showing her these videos.

“Who told you all that,” she growled. No one knew about Angel’s existence besides Jack and the crimson raiders. Jack was dead, obviously, but Angel knew that it was a possibility one of the Raiders had leaked her secret. She was well aware that there were still people that harbored resentment towards her for what she had done. She didn’t blame them, she would probably do the same in their shoes. Then again, no one but her and Jack knew the whole story.

“Why would I ever want to help you? You killed your entire family just to get a promotion and become the next CEO. You’re just like Handsome Jack…”

[katagawatheson]

- "Oh, come now. Those people, they were nothing to me. As a matter in fact, they were a hindrance to the corporation. They were so narrow-minded, and never even considered the well-being of Maliwan's growth. I just happened to be more pro-active and ready to fulfill the role that we all know that this corporation needed." The screens flickered to a bunch of graphs and charts. They seemed to grow exponentially by the second. "Do you see that? That's the progress that I've made since my time here." -

- The crooked businessman turned himself to Angel once again. One of his arms was wrapped around his stomach, as the other stroked his chin. "I mean, come on, you also don't have much of a choice. Look at the position you're in- not really one that's fit for negotiation, don't you think? The answer is so simple. Do as I tell you, and then we can party on the Zanara later." -

[hyperions-angel-deactivated2024]

{|katagawatheson|}: ➳

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@katagawatheson

No, this could absolutely, 100%, not even be possible. How could Maliwan have found her when she did everything right! She hid her location, didn’t go out in the day, hid her tattoos. Everything she did was calculated and precise. There was no quantifiable way that her actions could have led to this. But they did.

Here she was, forced to her knees and in chains in the Zenara. A once proud Guardian Angel, now reduced to a mere war prize. She sighed, looking around the vast space as a man she had never met entered the room. The way he looked made her feel unnerved. “To what do I owe the pleasure of being ripped from my home,” Angel smiled sweetly but there was venom in her words.

[katagawatheson]

- "Now..." Seated high upon his throne, Katagawa looked down upon the Siren with... A sneer? A grin? It was something that only the most sly of businessmen could adorn. The pads of his fingers rapped upon each other as he made a cheeky chuckle. "... What's with the long face? You should feel grateful to have been accepted into the Maliwan family. After all, we are very exclusive. You'll find it much better here than at Hyperion, I can promise you that. We are, after all, far superior in every aspect." -

- That face of his softened ever so slightly as he rose to his feet and turned his back to her. As he did so, that odd eye of his flickered, as did the many large screens that were high above him. Displayed upon them was data that had been gathered on Angel. "It's hard to run from Maliwan's sight, but I can't blame you for trying. At one point or another, everyone has. It's... Exhausting. Having to watch over so many incompetent people all the time. But you... A little birdy told me that you are very good at watching people, Angel, very good indeed. Not that this is relevant, but doesn't it just bother you that some people can't keep a secret?" -

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[katagawatheson]

- тнιѕ тaĸeover won’т вe нoѕтιle ғor long. aтlaѕ and мalιwan, we’re нaѕнιng тнιngѕ oυт тнe corporaтe way. -

[katagawatheson]

- "The Traunts? Don't make me laugh. Their crippling incompetence disgusts me. The only reason that I keep them around is that they follow my orders without question."