An asteroid in the Main Belt.
"So this is where you've been hiding." Miranda Petite remarked as she walked Julian towards the concealed bunker entrance, ignoring the hidden gun turrets tracking her as she broadcast into the open, "First Nicholas, then Strelnikov, Ilya, and now you Silus. You couldn't hold yourself to the ideals we promised to live up to, and now you're paying for it." She stopped Julian in front of the entrance and crossed the Gear's arms, "Nicholas is dead, Strelnikov and Ilya are going to join him, and you're hiding in a bunker. Me? I've got money, I've got contacts across Eastern Europe, Russia and China for gear, resources and supplies, I have a wide and varied client list that actually includes a few minor Fen factions alongside Daneside clients, and in a few days I'll have a business of my own to run."
She smiled behind her VR helmet as she aimed her anti-aircraft cannon at the bunker entrance, "But I can't have a stain like you floating around Silus, especially when I need you alive long enough to sign over Triax to me. So I'm going to give you a choice Silus. Hand over Triax and I'll let you live in your rock until someone sells you out. Or you can open fire and I shove you into a Catgirl machine after tearing you out of there myself and torturing you for the info." The turrets shifted and Miranda snarled, "Don't be stupid Silus. I fought on the Boskone side of the War, you know that my core team are former Boskonians, you'll be living with cat ears and a huge rack chasing string within an hour."
There was a long pause, before the door opened and Miranda smiled as she switched radio channels, "All units. Move in and secure Silus Markin. Weapons free." The Tarantula came over the edge of the asteroid and came to a halt as armoured forms dropped down from the ship and dashed inside.
Inside, the Black Talon troopers swept the interior, finding only rooms full of supplies before they stopped at an office. Kicking in the doors, the troopers swept in and took aim as Silus Markin sat at his desk looking at a screen, "Where did I go wrong? Where did we all go wrong?"
"Silus Markin." One of the troopers interrupted his musings, "You will hand over control of the Triax Corporation to Commander Petite and come quietly. Resist, and you will be dealt with severely."
Silus nodded, "Of course." He rose from his seat and moved towards a wall safe, covered by the AK-220's of the troopers, and opened it to reveal a datapad that he held out to the leader of the troopers, who took it, "Everything is on there. All she has to do is make the calls."
The trooper leader nodded, "Good." She turned to another trooper, "Deal with him."
"What? Wait!" Silus gaped as two troopers grabbed him and held him in place, "What are you doing? I gave you what you wanted!"
The leader shook her head, "Commander Petite doesn't want any loose ends. Moreover, for all of your flaws you are a good businessman." She nodded to the troopers holding him down, "Prep him for transport, we have one to be added to The Family."
"Nyahahahahahaaa..." One of the troopers chuckled darkly, "See you real soon Little Sister!"
Listening to the conversation inside Julian, Miranda Petite silently regretted ever allowing the Black Talon's resident Cat Girl collective to decide on Peace River's capital punishment scheme.
Even so, this was poetic justice in a way, and vengeance for a certain platoon of Black Talon Gear pilots back at Peace River.
So Miranda Petite simply ordered, "Commander Petite to Tarantula, one for the Iron Maiden, inform Peace River that The Family will soon be having a new member."
"Dang it, we really need to have a referendum on that topic, I really don't think we should let the Cat Girls obsessed with making more of themselves have a say in our Capital Punishment system. You know it's a warcrime to have the Iron Maiden, can't you do something Commander?"
"The next Referendum Vote is in a month's time High Wire, with any luck we can push for Indentured Servitude rather than using the Iron Maiden."
"I hope so Commander, otherwise our prospects for joining the Autonomist Alliance are not looking good."
Miranda Petite said nothing as she watched Silus Markin get carried towards the Tarantula.
After a few minutes, she keyed her music player to play a song as she watched the bunker get looted of its contents.
-Triax Corporation Website Front Page, March 2022-
To all our valued customers,
We at Triax are pleased to announce that we are now merging with Paxton Industries as a subsidiary after intensive negotiations with Paxton's CEO Miranda Petite.
We appreciate the loyalty of Triax customers and Paxton will uphold all maintenance and service agreements from now on, and Triax Products will continue to be sold, although our catalogue will now be accessed through through Paxton Industries website.
Please head to Paxton Industries at the following link: www.paxtonindustries.com.fen
-Paxton Industries Website Front Page, March 2022-
Hello, and welcome to Paxton Industries.
We here at Paxton are a company dedicated to providing you with the very best in personal and habitat defence solution at affordable prices in these adventurous times, whether what you need is a personal Needle Pistol or one of Paxton's iconic Heavy Gears, we at Paxton Industries will strive to bring you the very best from our production lines at Peace River, Mars, Luna and Venus.
If you have come here from Triax's website and are wondering if we will continue to honour maintenance and service agreements made with Triax, fear not, Paxton Industries will continue to sell Triax products and maintain all agreements with Triax clients, simply head to the Triax section of our catalogue or contact our sales offices at Mars, Luna, Venus or Peace River to update your service agreement.
Paxton Industries, based at Peace River, is not only a provider of defensive equipment and weaponry, but also provides security to our clients in the form of the Peace River Defense Training Program, where habitats are trained in proper militia operations to defend themselves against attack, and are provided with weaponry and Heavy Gears direct from Paxton Arms, a division of Paxton Industries, to protect against pirates and other hostile elements, and when required can call upon the Peace River Defence Force for reinforcements, which also includes the elite Black Talon Teams.
With that I welcome you to Paxton Industries.
Miranda Petite,
CEO and Founder, Paxton Industries.
"So this is where you've been hiding." Miranda Petite remarked as she walked Julian towards the concealed bunker entrance, ignoring the hidden gun turrets tracking her as she broadcast into the open, "First Nicholas, then Strelnikov, Ilya, and now you Silus. You couldn't hold yourself to the ideals we promised to live up to, and now you're paying for it." She stopped Julian in front of the entrance and crossed the Gear's arms, "Nicholas is dead, Strelnikov and Ilya are going to join him, and you're hiding in a bunker. Me? I've got money, I've got contacts across Eastern Europe, Russia and China for gear, resources and supplies, I have a wide and varied client list that actually includes a few minor Fen factions alongside Daneside clients, and in a few days I'll have a business of my own to run."
She smiled behind her VR helmet as she aimed her anti-aircraft cannon at the bunker entrance, "But I can't have a stain like you floating around Silus, especially when I need you alive long enough to sign over Triax to me. So I'm going to give you a choice Silus. Hand over Triax and I'll let you live in your rock until someone sells you out. Or you can open fire and I shove you into a Catgirl machine after tearing you out of there myself and torturing you for the info." The turrets shifted and Miranda snarled, "Don't be stupid Silus. I fought on the Boskone side of the War, you know that my core team are former Boskonians, you'll be living with cat ears and a huge rack chasing string within an hour."
There was a long pause, before the door opened and Miranda smiled as she switched radio channels, "All units. Move in and secure Silus Markin. Weapons free." The Tarantula came over the edge of the asteroid and came to a halt as armoured forms dropped down from the ship and dashed inside.
Inside, the Black Talon troopers swept the interior, finding only rooms full of supplies before they stopped at an office. Kicking in the doors, the troopers swept in and took aim as Silus Markin sat at his desk looking at a screen, "Where did I go wrong? Where did we all go wrong?"
"Silus Markin." One of the troopers interrupted his musings, "You will hand over control of the Triax Corporation to Commander Petite and come quietly. Resist, and you will be dealt with severely."
Silus nodded, "Of course." He rose from his seat and moved towards a wall safe, covered by the AK-220's of the troopers, and opened it to reveal a datapad that he held out to the leader of the troopers, who took it, "Everything is on there. All she has to do is make the calls."
The trooper leader nodded, "Good." She turned to another trooper, "Deal with him."
"What? Wait!" Silus gaped as two troopers grabbed him and held him in place, "What are you doing? I gave you what you wanted!"
The leader shook her head, "Commander Petite doesn't want any loose ends. Moreover, for all of your flaws you are a good businessman." She nodded to the troopers holding him down, "Prep him for transport, we have one to be added to The Family."
"Nyahahahahahaaa..." One of the troopers chuckled darkly, "See you real soon Little Sister!"
Listening to the conversation inside Julian, Miranda Petite silently regretted ever allowing the Black Talon's resident Cat Girl collective to decide on Peace River's capital punishment scheme.
Even so, this was poetic justice in a way, and vengeance for a certain platoon of Black Talon Gear pilots back at Peace River.
So Miranda Petite simply ordered, "Commander Petite to Tarantula, one for the Iron Maiden, inform Peace River that The Family will soon be having a new member."
"Dang it, we really need to have a referendum on that topic, I really don't think we should let the Cat Girls obsessed with making more of themselves have a say in our Capital Punishment system. You know it's a warcrime to have the Iron Maiden, can't you do something Commander?"
"The next Referendum Vote is in a month's time High Wire, with any luck we can push for Indentured Servitude rather than using the Iron Maiden."
"I hope so Commander, otherwise our prospects for joining the Autonomist Alliance are not looking good."
Miranda Petite said nothing as she watched Silus Markin get carried towards the Tarantula.
After a few minutes, she keyed her music player to play a song as she watched the bunker get looted of its contents.
-Triax Corporation Website Front Page, March 2022-
To all our valued customers,
We at Triax are pleased to announce that we are now merging with Paxton Industries as a subsidiary after intensive negotiations with Paxton's CEO Miranda Petite.
We appreciate the loyalty of Triax customers and Paxton will uphold all maintenance and service agreements from now on, and Triax Products will continue to be sold, although our catalogue will now be accessed through through Paxton Industries website.
Please head to Paxton Industries at the following link: www.paxtonindustries.com.fen
-Paxton Industries Website Front Page, March 2022-
Hello, and welcome to Paxton Industries.
We here at Paxton are a company dedicated to providing you with the very best in personal and habitat defence solution at affordable prices in these adventurous times, whether what you need is a personal Needle Pistol or one of Paxton's iconic Heavy Gears, we at Paxton Industries will strive to bring you the very best from our production lines at Peace River, Mars, Luna and Venus.
If you have come here from Triax's website and are wondering if we will continue to honour maintenance and service agreements made with Triax, fear not, Paxton Industries will continue to sell Triax products and maintain all agreements with Triax clients, simply head to the Triax section of our catalogue or contact our sales offices at Mars, Luna, Venus or Peace River to update your service agreement.
Paxton Industries, based at Peace River, is not only a provider of defensive equipment and weaponry, but also provides security to our clients in the form of the Peace River Defense Training Program, where habitats are trained in proper militia operations to defend themselves against attack, and are provided with weaponry and Heavy Gears direct from Paxton Arms, a division of Paxton Industries, to protect against pirates and other hostile elements, and when required can call upon the Peace River Defence Force for reinforcements, which also includes the elite Black Talon Teams.
With that I welcome you to Paxton Industries.
Miranda Petite,
CEO and Founder, Paxton Industries.