>>29404310
>>Woman seeking man.

>>29404310
Would this be as bad as that reddit quest?

>>29404461
Might as well. We never choose straight female. Ever.

>>29404491
Probably.

>>29404461
The choice I expected the least!

>Woman seeking woman.

>>29404310
>Woman seeking woman.

>>29404310
>Woman seeking woman.

>>29404310
Man seeking man.

>>29404310
>Woman seeking woman.

>>29404687
This, just to fuck with the lesbianmind on /tg/.

>>29404310
>Woman seeking woman.

It's a little difficult to explain- you certainly admired men from afar. Certain men. But interactions with men would lead to trouble. Pregnancies, relationships, too much drama. Things that took away from work, following numbers and making pots of money.

You twirl the pen in your fingers half heartedly, looking through the escort lists. Plenty of women. Not a lot of men. You had hoped to make this a purely financial arrangement, so you could decide, one way or another, whether or not it would be worth your time.

A great deal of crossed entries later, and you'd boiled it down to three possibilities. An escort service entitled "Midnight Company," that promised a wide array of choices of companionship for the discerning customer, a Mr. Harris showing a classically handsome and chiseled face in a Tuxedo underneath a set of hair that looked more product than follicle, and the last choice was of course Andy. He had, after all, invited you along to go hit the famous London pubs. He pronounced it in a dreadful accent, drawing looks of disdain from everyone else in the lobby, but Hell. Maybe he was trying to be friendly? Couldn't hurt to open up some instead of being frigid. Or possibly getting picked up by police. That would be embarassing. Prostitution was legal- so long as you didn't solicit. Or make use of those subjected to force. Dipping the pen in the company ink (That metaphor doesn't really apply to you, does it?) might be the best option.

On the other hand, Andy was an ass.

You tap the pen on the newspaper. God, you were pathetic. The mirror was placed in a perfect way to sabotage your ambitions too- having to see your bagged eyes, curled hair, and rather uncurved figure was eroding your confidence- no, no, no. Enough, you would-

>Call the Midnight Company
>Call the escort Mr. Harris
>Go see Andy, accompany him.
>Fuck it. Hit the town, use this credit card.
>Pop open the Ben and Jerry's and see what's on the television.
>Other

>>29404720
>>29404702
>>29404687
>>29404679
>>29404653
>>29404639
One minute apart on each. Not suspicious at all.

>>29404744
Looks like a samefag wants lesbian quest number 23532.

>>29404783
Welcome to modern tg

>>29404725
>>Pop open the Ben and Jerry's and browse the internet.

>>29404878
Right.

>>29404898
Who needs companionship anyway? Not us.

You look at the ads. Harris looked slimy. Midnight Company sounded like a total skeezefest. Andy was and always will be an ass. Ech.

You stand, stretch, scratch and wander over to the fridge. Somebody was a mad genius and had stocked it with ice cream. Fuck being sexy. You were going to have the best kind of devil's threesome with the only two men you needed in your life, Ben and Jerry. Boston Cream Pie flavor! That's...not that good actually.

You ponder the possibility of going out to the store to get some better food, but to Hell with that. A quick investigation of the kitchen reveals no spoons. Eating with a fork? Like a barbarian? Of course! You are she math lady, the untameable! You shake off the megalomania and plop in front of your laptop, stabbing at your ice cream. A quick push of the power button, and it comes to life. Still smelled of champagne. God damn Andy.

It comes up, a swipe of your thumb, and it lets you in. You connect to the wifi easily, and the browser comes up to inform you you need to take a quick trip down to the front desk to get internet access through some kind of additional plan and fee.

These cheap bastards. You frown, sucking on your frozen fork. You bring up the wifi, hoping against hope that there'd be some other networks open, but nope, nothing. You set down your Ben and Jerry's hard on the desk, like a viking war leader slamming down his mug of mead after suffering a grave insult.

You look to the door, then to the clock. 6:54PM. Andy might not have left yet, you might run in to him if you leave now. Which might be a good or a bad thing.

>Linger for an hour, to be sure Andy's gone, then go to the front desk and get wifi.
>Just go now. Wifi is most important. Andy situation can be resolved if it comes up.
>Nope, you will avoid all possibility of human contact. Find something else in this room to do.
>Other

>>29405084
>>Just go now. Wifi is most important. Andy situation can be resolved if it comes up.

You need your god damn internet. With a quick scoop of sugary courage, okay, make that two, you stand, pull on some pants and your jacket (You can't lose wallet and keycard if you always keep it in your jacket!) you bustle through the door, and make a beeline for the elevator- which has Andy and your other coworkers within. Predictable.

"Oh hey!" Andy speaks up, putting his foot out before the doors close- some other tourists look a bit confused, and murmur. Andy has two friends. One is tall and fat, and the other is short and balding. They weren't really important beyond that. You halt partway down the hallway. Andy waving at you.

"Wow, you came outside! If I had known-" He pauses looking you up and down, "Are you coming with us to the bars? You don't look really ready."

Andy was a trader. He was, however, a prick that was buddy buddy with the CFO. Golf pals or some other sport like that. Went to the course six times in one week even. But your model was the only reason this company was doing well, and the CEO wanted you to present the findings here in London to Bernard and Callum Associates, something something, yadda yadda, make enough money to buy a cruise line. You didn't know the details, but, professionally speaking, you could probably make Andy act as an Ottoman for your amusement and you wouldn't get in trouble.

But Andy was an ass.

"Maybe she's going somewhere else," Tall and fat wonders sleepily.
"She might be busy," Short and bald reaffirms.
"Fuck, what's she going to do?" The trader cuts to the quick, "She's alone in London on a Friday night. Who could she make plans with?" He laughs, then stops short, and gives a smile to you, "Really, it'll be fun."

You narrow your eyes.

>"Fuck off Andy, I can buy and sell your ass," Goad him in to something stupid.
>Ignore him, take the stairs down.
>"...Yeah, sure, I'll go hit the bars with you."
>"For your information, I met aman. He's waiting for me in the lobby. If you'll excuse me-" Strut off.
>Other.

>>29405327
Tell him you're busy. Then go out into town on your own.

>>29405327
>>Ignore him, take the stairs down.

>>29405454
>>29405420
Alright, doesn't seem mutually exclusive.

"Busy," You say with a bit of annoyance, and take a hard right for the stairs.
"Hey, hey, hang on!" You hear Andy shout, but his shouts are muffled by vocal irritation from the fellow passengers in the elevator- you don't hear much else as you take the stairs down.

Fifth floor. Bunch of stairs. Could have been worse, you guess, but still you feel irritable when you reach the front desk. A smiling young man, barely pushing 18 smiles down at you as you approach.

"Good evening madam, is there anything I can help you with?"
"I need internet," You grasp inside your jacket, pull out the keycard, push it in his face, "This room."
"Ooookay, I can help you with that," He says in his pleasant English voice, "We'll just have an operating fee of ten pounds put on your account, if that's alright?"
You could buy a cheetah if you wanted to with your cash. You checked. You nod, wave your hand as he mentions that you please need to review the terms and conditions of your internet.

"There she is!" You hear fat and tall, kind of winded. You look to the ceiling in despair. Three sets of feet approach.
"That was really rude of you, y'know?" Andy says, sounding hurt, "Just blowing me off like that. What are you busy with?"
"Getting internet," You grab the slip of paper the boy hands you. Password, 'Admin1.' Great security.
"Well, okay," You turn. Andy looks pensive, "You got internet. Come on, let's go. London's waiting."
"Ice cream is waiting," Far more important. Shit, it's probably melting by now. You don't like Andy. He was an asshole, and a lightweight. If he could be a dick on airplane champagne, you'd hate to see him in a pub crawl. He's looking cross.

"You should apologize," Opines short and bald.
"She's probably upset about the flight," Supports tall and fat.

"That- I told you not to bring that up! I was trying to break the ice!" Andy looks in despair. Good.

>Make him apologize, then go with him.
>Ignore Andy. To the elevator!

>>29405677
>>Ignore Andy. To the elevator!

Go to the top floor and look down on the city.

>>29405677
Ignore Andy

…
We're pretty cute in a totally Tomoko-lite sort of way.

"No," You repeat, turn on your heel, make for the elevator.
"Come on, you can't seriously be this-"
"Let it go man."
"You're getting creepy."
"She's a math obsessive."
"Not worth it bro."

You miss out on the rest as you reach the elevator. You turn, face the front, hit the button for your floor. Andy's staring at you, as the doors shut. Whatever. Nice, quiet, and lonely in the elevator. Thick shag carpeting too. You take a few moments to curl your toes in it, enjoying the springiness.

Still not really any plan tonight though. Oh well. It's because of the city. London wasn't romantic. If you were in Paris, or Rome, you'd be all over this shit. London- the accents are nice. There's some cute guys. But the atmosphere had all the romance of a bowl of pea soup left out for too long. Then again, you hadn't really seen it.

You think. Eh, fuck it. Ben and Jerry could wait. You tap the button for the top floor.

Eight stories up, you're disgorged in to a dining area. Some sort of place for folks to have conferences or something. No one's here right now though- aside from a janitor that looks up at you, before going back to vacuuming.

You leave the hall area, stepping from carpet to cold tile, and look out the window. London. The city that never sleeps. Wait, shit, that was Seattle. What did London have for it? You're not sure. You can't get a really good view though. Some huge ass tower was impeding your sight. It looked like a city. Some fog floating about in wisps, looking an unhealthy yellow and green in the reflected light.

The streets probably look better at street level. As it was, you got a face full of steel and glass, and then grubby mess of orange.

You sigh. Your phone buzzes. Then stops. You pick it up, look at it. Low battery warning. You forgot to plug it in. Oh well.

The view from above is not helping your lust for adventure or romance.

>Go to your room.
>Stay here, watch out the window.
>Go talk to the janitor.
>Other.

>>29405949
>Go to your room.

Anti-social quest is go.

>>29405949
>>Go to your room.
>Forgot to put on shoes
>Low battery

Yeah, we should probably fix those things before heading out.

>>29405949
JUMP

>>29405949

What's that huge-ass tower?

>no shoes
>cell dying

Back to the room. Did you WANT us to be a shut-in?

You nod. Okay, you saw London. Good work you! Back to your room.

You set yourself up in front of the laptop, plug in the code, plug in your cell phone, stretch, and search the net.

What the fuck do you want to do on the internet. You end up visiting the same news aggregates four or six times, reading endless trivial discussions of bullshit. You stalk your old classmates on facebook. Nope. Not a single one of them has posted anything disastrou- hah! Deborah got a divorce, hah, oh, no, wait, her husband died. Drunk driver. Shiiiit. And everyone else has already posted their sympathies three days ago. Fuck. Posting it now makes you look like a bitch.

You scrape out the last of the ice cream with your fork, wondering what the Hell to do about that. If you ignore it, you could claim that you had been trying not to use facebook if you ever meet her again, be surprised and sympathetic. Good plan. You are good planning. Very good. Master of human psychology.

Well, put that on the deal with it later pile. Back to looking at pictures of cats.

God your life is boring.

You just made your seven millionth cookie when there's a knock at the door. You glance at the time. 8:23PM. Who the Hell would be pestering you at this hour? You hope it's not Andy. Boredom was preferable to him. You push the empty bucket of ice cream in to the garbage, try to suck the ice cream stains out of your shirt, and totter to the door to look through the peek hole when your phone starts ringing. Quick check. "Boss." Argh.

>Go to door.
>Get phone.
>MAYBE you should post a response to Deborah now. She might take your disinterest in facebook in any hypothetical meeting as proof that you're cold and snooty.
>Other

>>29406128
>Yell, just a minute, then get the phone

Hopefully whoever it is will be willing to stand there for a minute while we talk to our boss.

>>29406156
That is to say,

>Yell, "Just a minute

>>29406128
>>Get phone.

Run to the phone then to the door again.

>>29406128
Bitch we are cold and snooty. Get the phone

...Phone.

Where are all these replies coming from? Anyway, writing.

>>29406203
I just got here. At this point I'm staying more for your writing than for the thrilling plot.

"Just a minute!" You shout.
"Oh come on!" You hear whimpered on the other side of the door, "Candace, let me in!"

Right. That's strange. Anyway, your boss signs your paychecks. You pick up the phone, answer, put it to one ear, and plug your other with your finger.

"Hello?"
"Hey! Can't you hear me?" The man at the door. Sounds like a native. And perhaps drunk.
"Hey," Your boss talks like a greasier Gordon Gekko impersonation, "My favorite quant, my superstar, hey, I was just wondering where you're at?"

Lotta tinkling glasses, laughter in the background. Some high class party apparently. He hadn't invited you.
"Please, I'm sorry! I didn't mean nothing by it!"
"Whoa, hohohoho! Do you have company?" Your boss, Albert Low. You curse, shuffle away from the front door, go to the kitchen.
"No, no I do not sir, look, I'm at the hotel, is this anything important?"
"Important? Please, we're on vacation! Reaping our just rewards! Lay down the calculator for a moment, I'm trying to talk to you like a human being!"
"I know! I know all about it! I know what you did, but we can work through this!" The barbarian at the gate.

"I'm still on call, Mr. Deacon made that clear-" Mr. Deacon being the CFO, who you technically work for. Not Mr. Low.
"Well, I'm countermanding him. I want you to have fun!"
"I'm warning you!" The man behind the door shouts, "I, listen, you can't just DO this Candace!"

"Excuse me sir? I think I might need this line for police soon-"
"What? Don't hang up, listen, if you're not busy, there's this pub crawl-"
"3!"
"Sir, now is not the time."
"2!" You spare a glance to the door. You can't help but be worried a bit.
"You're pretty funny actually, you know that? But anyway, they're at a place called-"
"1!"

You hear a crack, then a distant whump. Then silence. Then a whimper. Hm. Good door. That situation resolved itself nicely.

>"Sorry, you were saying?"
>Call cops.
>Call hotel security.
>Go check door.
>Other.

>>29406383
call the cops, this nigga ain't our boss
remember the golden rule
Disregard bitches, acquire money

>>29406383
Sorry you were saying

>>29406383
>>Go check door.
Look through the peep hole, don't open it.

>>29406383
Are we Candace or does this chucklefuck have the wrong room?

>>29406383
>>"Sorry, you were saying?"

Pays to be courteous to the boss. Even if we are apparently antisocial.

>>29406439
Wrong room.

...Come up with a name if you'd like.

Rolled 1

one moment please.

>>29406479
Andrea Rook

>>29406479
Miranda Scott

>synon sentaiom
and captcha's vote.

>>29406582
Miranda.

and we have a GREEEAAAT ass, especially in a jumpsuit.

Miranda rook

>>29406610
According to >>29404725 she's rather flat all around.

You look at the door. Listen. Mr. Low is silent as well. You hear him from the other side.

"My leg...My leg Candace...I don't think I can stand."
"Right, sorry, you were saying?" You return your attention to the matter at hand.
"Hm? Oh, yeah, hey, what was that noise?"
"Something outside of my room and nothing important."
"Oh, that's a relief. Anyway, your coworkers are over at the Rocket on Euston Road, it's a college bar, place for happening young people our age, Andy-"
"-Called you and told you to mention it to me, right?"
"...Well, yes. Look, he is really sorry about that- it's just," He starts chuckling again, "Your face, your face was so-"
"Right, the presentation tomorrow?" Move on, find something different to talk about.
"Oh, oh yeah, it'll be at the Shard building- you've seen that thing, it's right next to your place."
"I saw it, yes."
"Right, we'll be at the Falcon room, show up on time, take your laptop along too. Not that you need to, we can get some flunkies to get the data, but I figured you'd want something to do after you wrapped your presentation up."
"Thank you Mr. Low," Despite his faults, Mr. Low and you had an understanding that you weren't in the business of shaking hands and small talk. He'd let you find a corner while he hashed out the business side, "And then we head back home?"
"Well, we were thinking of staying another week if that's alright."
"Well, can I go home at least?"

He sighs, "Yeah, yeah, you can of course. You're wasting an opportunity."
"God, please, I'm a veteran for God's sake, I don't deserve this..." The voice outside continues to moan.

Sparkling laughter on the other hand, and you hear your boss whispering, "Not right now, not right now!"

"Right, anything else you need?"

>"No, that's fine," Hang up, back to cookie clicker.
>"I hope you won't be hungover for the meeting tomorrow. Where are you?"
>Hang up, call cops.
>Hang up, call hotel security.
>Try to make small talk. Open up a bit.
>Other.

>Miranda Rook then?

>>29406652
Fuck all that noise, let's use our math skills to become the next Tesla and die a virgin with mad tech skills

>>29406652
>>Hang up, call hotel security.

>>29406652
>Other
Hang up, then put the little chain thingy in the door and open it enough to look at whoever the fuck is in the hallway.

>>29406652
>Hang up, call hotel security.

>>29406745
>>29406693
Right.

>>29406652
>Hang up, call hotel security.
This. Drunky isn't going to go away on his own, and I don't fancy our chances of forcing him away.

"No, thank you, sir. See you tomorrow," You hang up. His party sounded annoying anyway. You go to the hotel phone, ignoring the piteous moans at the door, and run your finger down the list. Ah, hotel security.

A few quick taps, and you bring the phone to your ear.
"Hello? Yes, Miranda Rook in room 311. There's someone rather noisy outside. Would you please take care of it?"
"Of course ma'am, right away."

The man outside bleats out his woes for a good four or five minutes, before you hear a new voice.

"Oh fuck's sake, Conrad."
"Michael? Ah, shit, Michael, this isn't-"
"That's not a splintered fucking door? That's not you with cheap whiskey on your breath, rolling about on the ground like a fuckin' tortoise flipped over? Jesus Conrad, she's not here, I fucking told you that, you didn't believe me?"
"Candace, Candace's been cheating on me."
"I don't fucking blame her if she has, c'mon," There's a grunt, "Up you go. We're walking you out before the manager notices this and the police talk to you."
"Candace-"
"Ain't fucking here, I already told you that so many times I find it hard to believe..."

The voices fade in the distance. Well, there goes that bit of interesting life. Just you in the room again. Just you.

What the fuck to do? You open up cookie clicker again. Stomach rumbles. Ice cream was no sound foundation for a meal. Hm. Food. And then what?

9:20PM. You sigh, spin in your chair. Bored, bored, bored. You could predict global markets with your model. That was all. Great for making money- trust you, you already had money. But what else could you do? You were hoping money could buy you sex, but that was out. Seemed seedy and embarassing.

You think on your assets. Well, just the predictive model. Mad money. Maybe you could do something with it?

>Reinvest
>Charity.
>Spending spree.
>Technology!
>Mercenary army!
>Destroy the stock market!
>Man whores! Piles of them!
>BUY A GOD DAMN BLIMP
>Fuck it, sleep.
>Other.

>>29406942
>Sexual Encounter Quest turns into Mercenary army owner quest.
I am perfectly fine with this
also
>Mercenary army!

>>29406942
>>Mercenary army!
oh fuck yes

>>29406942
>>Other.
Food. Take a cab and go out to eat.

>>29406991
>>29407003
Why am I picturing us as Koko Hekmatyr now?

I approve

>>29406991
>Sexual Encounter Quest turns into Mercenary army owner quest.
did I stumble into reverse-/tg/ somehow?

>>29406942
>BUY A GOD DAMN BLIMP

to go with our

>Mercenary army!

TIME TO GOOGLE MERCENARIES.

>>29407074
When is this set? Modern? Near future?

maybe we can find our own Lehm or Valment, for some sexual encounters inbetween business an running a merc company

You drum your fingers on the table. Well, love held no appeal to you. So, why not see what war and death would do for you.

You pop open your stock fund. $259,660. Further $100,000 in your savings. Probably not sufficient for anything major. But... You access the servers at Frontier Concern. A few passwords, and you see your model, crunched on all those lovely servers, predicting away. If you sell everything you have in Uralvagonzavod, that should set up a momentary panic in the Russian manufacturing markets across automated systems, dipping prices by seventeen cents average across the board, allowing you to rebuy at cost. Then, they rebuy, inflating your values, you repeat the process two more times before they get it, and you can walk away with another....$53,000. Rounding down to the nearest thousand.

Not to a good budget for a mercenary army. Still, a lady's gotta have ambition. You half consciously dial a pizza, everything on top, while you get to work.

There are significant logistics costs to a private security company, especially if one wishes to operate globally, but nearly as significant was the social cost. You can't just put out a job posting on Monster.com 'looking for entry level killers two years experience and high school diploma or equivalent required,' and expect quality. You'd find the depraved, people that took it on for a laugh, the desperate, but rarely would you get the professional. Generally mercenary organizations have a core cadre of friends and veterans.

In your search, you determine you have roughly four options- the first was hardest. Just start at ground level. Find an unattached former officer, recruit him, and be the financial backer for him to start gathering. That'd guarantee the most control though, allowing you to be flexible with the money- but that would take forever.

Or, you could engineer a take over of an existing, floundering PMC.

Peregrine Immediate, after a disastrous excursion off the coast of India that ended with half their members dead and one of their two boats inhabiting the ocean floor was desperate for money. They'd be cheap (Relatively), and grateful. And a lot of the work would be done for you.

Or you could just hire some guys for an extended contract. Put them under permanent contract, then put them at work. Not telling when they'd fly though. And look, here's one- "Demidov's Bears," aside from having a hunky piece of shirtless man meat (The titular Demidov perhaps?) for a front picture of their website, they also were a whole company, including two fighter craft, a Mig-23 AND a Mig-27! That's four numbers more than 23! Hell, America had only just gotten to 22, these have got to be good. "Contracts negotiable." Well, you'd have to figure that out later then. No telling if they'd bail though. You'd have to work them quick to get money enough to pay them again.

And then there was the boring, safe way. Buy a controlling share of a PMC. "Fliegermaus Operations." You'd have to contest the other shareholders though. And engage in corporate politics. But it was quick, immediate. Easy. Boring.

You get up, start brewing coffee. 10:23PM. You should sleep for your big meeting tomorrow. You imagine nodding off in that dull, hellish meeting, trying to explain how numbers work...And then being interrupted by shattering glass, as commandos of yours swing in on rappels, guns blazing, tearing down security, throwing out C4, and giving you a parachute to escape the building. As you leap out, it explodes, and you get caught by a helicopter-

Focus. You wait for the coffee to percolate.

Man. This'd be a lot easier if you could embezzle from the company. Hm.

>Start small, dream big. Find officers to build from the ground up.
>Refurbish a busted up unit. Peregrine Immediate will be as the phoenix with your brains!
>Demidov's Bears have a cool name. Pick 'em.
>Professional Fliegermaus.
>Other.

>>29407461
>>Refurbish a busted up unit. Peregrine Immediate will be as the phoenix with your brains!

This is a hobby.

Needs some challenge.

>>29407461
>Refurbish a busted up unit. Peregrine Immediate will be as the phoenix with your brains!
Seems like the best option.
And, well...
>Consider what it would mean to embezzle from the company, and what our chances of being caught are.

>>29407461
>>Professional Fliegermaus.
gotta go pro

and besides, who would want a pmc that got beat up by india?

>>29407461
>Start small, dream big. Find officers to build from the ground up.
we spent 26 years devoting ourselves to math, we are no stranger to focusing on a company and making it grow

>>29407461
>>Start small, dream big. Find officers to build from the ground up.

And if it doesn't work we didn't just spend all our cash on a failing mercenary band.

>>29407461
>>Refurbish a busted up unit. Peregrine Immediate will be as the phoenix with your brains!

OP, I just want to say, this is hilariously entertaining, I hope you keep running it, and if so, get a twitter for it

>>29407461
>Start small, dream big. Find officers to build from the ground up.

This is probably the safest option. Can we get some hard numbers before we go all the way with something though?

>Story starts about a sexually frustrated woman with a phd in math looking to lose her virginity.
>Now about hiring mercenaries

>>29407612
a dramatic leap in quality.

not in writing because that's been great but in story idea

>>29407461
>Refurbish a busted up unit. Peregrine Immediate will be as the phoenix with your brains!
Oh wow this is still going. Where do you live, OP? It's 5:30 am over here.

OKAY, so. I GUESS we're going to be starting small. Gimme a bit, I'm going to dig up my copy of In Harm's Way Wild Blue for this management stuff.

>>29407612
we didn't find buying love appealing, so now we will take it by force

We should look up military pay grades. It should give us a rouge estimate on how many mercs we can hire for a year.

>>29407461
>>Refurbish a busted up unit. Peregrine Immediate will be as the phoenix with your brains!

>>29407635

? Did you miscount? It was a tie until >>29407630

>>29407659
Sorry, didn't update fast enough. Peregrine Immediate it is!

>>29407677
Will we get the cost before we accept?

>>29407677
first thing to do is change that name to something else, to what I don't know but something better than that

>>29407710

Celestial Being

>>29407710
>Pheonix Immolate.

>>29407710
Miranda's Marauders.

>>29407740
I like it

>>29407710
Tripple Canopy

ohwait thats a real one... damnit all the good not cheesy names are taken, whats our characters last name? Rook?

What about Rook Global?

>>29407790
maybe it should sound ominous? Are we going to run this and be heroes? Or is it all about the numbers?

I wouldn't mind accepting jobs from that aren't politically correct as long as the money is right

>>29407861
>I wouldn't mind accepting jobs from that aren't politically correct as long as the money is right
Same here, but what names will fit that without sounding stupid like >>29407740, thats not even a fucking name, its a noun and a verb

>>29407861
Anyone think our name should be used in it? It connects it to us, which may be a good or bad thing. Or both.

>>29405949
>shag carpeting
Uh-huh.

Peregrine Immediate has a contact number. 24/7 availability it claimed. You dial it.

"Yes, yes, hello, this is Peregrine Immediate-" a rather shaky Irish voice responds on the third ring, "And, uh, sorry, but we're busy right now, I can take a message-"
"You're down a vessel, and have a shattered reputation, and are drowning in debt and possibly police attention," You let that sink a bit, then speak up again, "And I might just be your lifeline. May I speak to..." Oh damn, what's his name..."Mr. Pieter Kooijmans, please?"
"That, that's Captain Koojimans to you, ma'am and what do you mean by-"
"Time is money, and tick tick tick, there it goes, hurry up."
"Ma'am!" He squeaks. Barely sounds like an adult. But, he acts quick. A few minute later, a voice, scratchy, worn, and with a distinct Dutch accent comes on the line.

"This is Captain Koojimans, to whom am I speaking?"
"Mrs. Rook. Miranda Rook. Captain is a rather low rank for a mercenary company, isn't it?"
"It's a tradition, Rook. Stuart mentioned-"
"How much for your company?"
"Beg pardon?"
"Your company," You pass through the notes on the site, "Privately held, no shares on the market. But you have some form of leverage, don't you? You had two vessels- a cargo ship and a gunboat, well, the gunboat's gone now. Along with the tanks, the helicopter, and the equipment-"
"Get to the point."
"You need money. I have it. I want to know how much."
"For what?" Koojimans is sounding confused, "Strange women don't just pop out of the blue, trying to buy mercenary companies- I, I have to look you up-"
"Clock's ticking, Koojimans. There's plenty of men with guns out there."

He's silent a moment. Then sighs.
"American?"
"Dollars, yes."
"Other countries have dollars too," he grumbles, but then murmurs to himself, "Four hundred thousand. I could do that- that would be able to settle things."

>Negotiate.
>Walk away.
>Agree.
>Keep this option open. 'Consult' with people on your end.
>Other.

>>29407935
>>Other.
Is that just for equipment? How much does it cost per person per year? How many men do they have?

>>29407935
>Negotiate.
thats an awful lot for a company that is not in position to be returning that investment any time soon

>>29407907
Rook Inc.
Rook Global
>>29407746

Dire Wolves
Blackwings

really all I can think of at 3 am

>>29407018
>Why am I picturing us as Koko Hekmatyr now?
Do we get a gun-toting brown trainee with a thousand yard stare?

>>29407630
>3:00AM now! I'm sleepy but I don't have work tomorrow so what better way to spend my day than have an experimental one shot of mine turn in to something else.

>>29407684
>Well, yes. You're not going to go in blind, you're just researching options now.

Embezzling. You're no hacker, but right now you're pretty highly placed in the company. And you're a math genius- there is some cross correlation there. You can do it alone.

Or... Use some coworkers. Andy is a trader, by necessity he has to use the company's money. You're not. And Mr. Low has his own account in the company. You could use him.

But how to approach them with this plan? Well, that'd be a question.

>Also, I'm sorry about Peregrine Immediate. I wanted a stupid name for a company that fucked up. However, the name was too stupid. I'm tired.

>>29407957
"That clears the debt and gets you the controlling stake. You get me that, I can get another job." He's noticeably silent regarding how any profits would be divvied up. Probably waiting for you to make an offer first.

Anyway- negotiation then?

Or is everyone going to sleep?

>>29407972
only if a deliciously tall and stacked finnish Jaeger Major comes with the deal

>>29407935
>>Keep this option open. 'Consult' with people on your end.
>>Negotiate

>>29407990
The /u/boats cometh.

>>29407989
Negotiate, then research how much they've been making and the circumstances that lead them to where they are now.

>>29407989
I'm no better at naming things than you are man, besides I think changing the name was going to happen 99% of the time unless you had something amazingly perfect

>>29407989

I dont think we want him gone completely though.

We need someone to lead the company.

We'll need to research this guy's background.

>>29407907
we could call it Knight Global, in reference to the chess piece of our namesake

The logo in the OP shall be our company's logo.

>>29407989
Negotiation of course. We need to know what a 'controlling share' will entitle us to in term of ROI period as well as hard 'boots on the ground' power. and probably a detailed list of what he plans to DO with 400k

>>29408030
I like that, plus it gives a good first impression just on hearing the name. Knights are usually the "good guys"

>>29408030
ooooh nice, me likee

Right, negotiation and info...

I'm really tired. After this post, I'll try to weasel a yes or no out of you- dumping as much info as I can of course- if you don't say yes or no, blast and damnation. If you do, hooray. Either way, I'm going to go to sleep. I guess we can pick this up tomorrow at like 9 o clock PST?

INFO- keeping Koojimans (I mispelled his name a shit ton, but fuck it, that's his silly name forever now), Koojimans's background, rate of return, what the expenses are going in to, and an overview on just what exactly his force looks like. Right? Reply to me if you have any other questions, I'll try to incorporate them with the post.

>>29408088
Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks for sticking with the quest, it's been fun.

>>29408088
sounds good to me, all thats left is working out how to get the money we need if we go with it

also, I'll try to keep the thread alive overnight, but I may need help with that, timezones are a bitch

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>>29407990
Eeh. I'd rather get the gruff (and ridiculously sexy) vet to train our murdershota.

>>29408055
> brainiac
> Knights
I can see the ending.

>>29408128
>Eeh. I'd rather get the gruff (and ridiculously sexy) vet to train our murdershota.

I got no problems with that, as long as I get my delicious fin

>>29408128
one can train while the other bodyguards us

>>29408128
everyone has wanted to run a PMC with loose ethics at some point man. Even if it's just to take a break from being a hero in almost every other game

for a math genius writing prediction models for financial companies, 350k all up seems like not a lot of money

>>29408187
Sure you replied to the right person?

>>29408244
Why do you think the more brainy branches of the industry often accumulate so much unspent holidays? They don't care that much and just want to be left alone doing their thing. Secretaries on the other hand are true experts at squeezing every little thing out of their job including but not limited to taking as much sick leave as possible. TL;DR: We simply can't give enough of a shit to negotiate for a proper salary so it's little higher than when we first came to this joint. Could explain why our boss is so over-friendly. We cost him per year what we make him in a single business day.

>>29408162
Sure, that works.

>>29408155
That is only fair.
Maybe Ms Rook's issue is that most men are too boring? Maybe a murderhobo with no manners and few moral qualms is juuuuust the right thing~

>>29408187
Not trying to deny it, but where did I say otherwise?

>>29408314
>We cost him per year what we make him in a single business day.
Yeah thats going to change...

>>29408314
>Maybe Ms Rook's issue is that most men are too boring? Maybe a murderhobo with no manners and few moral qualms is juuuuust the right thing~
maybe she does not want romance, or a normal relationship, maybe she wants someone who gives her exactly what she wants, and does not dance around

>>29408314
>Maybe Ms Rook's issue is that most men are too boring? Maybe a murderhobo with no manners and few moral qualms is juuuuust the right thing~

> Math nerd x Mercenary
I ship this. I normally don't ship and only wandered in here on accident but you convinced me.

"$400,000? What will you be doing with this?"
"Repairs, medical bills, and funeral expenses. Straightforward enough for you? This is expensive work, ma'am. You should be familiar with this- actually, I'm sorry, you said your name was-"
You hustle him along, "I see here you were in Afghanistan?" 40 years old this February. Early age to be drummed out, and start a mercenary company, now why- ah, "An argument with an Italian lieutenant?"
"...Yes."
"Got violent," Ended up in the news. 'Dutch-Italian Brawl Requires US-British Cooperation Break Up.'
"Yes."
"Any words about that?"
"None."

Touchy. Move along.
"So, you're good on equipment? What happened off of the coast of India?"
"We were pretending to be smugglers. There was a particularly bold group of pirates operating in the Bay of Bengal," You mm hmm at that. Best to sound like you know what you're talking about, "They hit ships coming out of Kolkata from a particular company-"
"Any details."
"Afraid not madam. Contract stipulations."
Wonder why? "Continue."
"Yes, well, we pretended to be this vessel- my men and I split between the two vessels. One of us pretended to be a cargo trawler, and at the signal, the other would roar in, catch their boat while we ambushed them on ours."
"It didn't work out?"
"No. They got close alright, but close enough to start gunning us down. Didn't fall for the trap. Gunboat came in to help, but, the pirates turned the .50 cals on them them. Tore it to pieces. The pirates had been warned."
"Did you get them?"
"No, Indian navy scared them off. Wish they hadn't come almost. Certainly were in no hurry to chase them. Spent their time shaking us down instead."

>>29408393
>maybe she does not want romance, or a normal relationship, maybe she wants someone who gives her exactly what she wants, and does not dance around

That makes hardboiled mercenary all the more appealing as Husbando option. No limp-wristed romance bullshit there.

You clear your throat. Awkward. Well, mercenary company. Not every story could be happy. His tone indicates he wouldn't tolerate much more probing.
"Right, well, I'm sorry to hear that then. If I were to retain you on the staff, what would be your plan?"

Contemplation.
"Contract in Algeria," He decides finally, "A friend advised me to work there. Security work with their government."
"Any idea of returns?"
"They would handle the logistics for one, so, food, fuel, ammo, and storage expenses will be covered. Safe, steady work, with bonuses for hazards no doubt-"
"Any hard numbers?"
"No. I haven't contacted them yet. Was more concerned with getting out of this hole of debt."
"And your forces, can you give me hard numbers on them?"
"Fifty three men, not including support crews, and the pair of BMPTs. And modern strelas and RPGs. We are good, hardened mechanized infantry."
"Right, yes," That sounds like it's good. Probably. You catch up on googling. Starting to feel a bit nervous, "So far so good then. Except for the price-"
"400,000 is not negotiable. I'm giving you an army."
"For that price, I could hire twice this many men."
"Not experienced men. Not with my equipment. Not professional, well trusted men-"
"Trusted? After your last debacle?"
"That-"
"That was you unable to handle pirates, and getting heat from a budding superpower, Captain. That's not something that's easily ignored."

You hear his teeth grind on the other end of the line.

"Three hundred and fifty thousand."
"Sure we couldn't make this lower?"
"You must be joking."

He sounded angry there. You're not good with negotiation, but you get the feeling that starting a business relationship with a group of professional killers on a sour note was unwise.

>Yes.
>No.
>"Hm. Let me consult my sources" (DELAY DECISION)

>>29408244
She just got out of college and into this job. The money train isn't chugging quite yet for her.

Also, I'm going in with almost no planning for this plot twist.

>>29408444
>Yes.
We already negotiated him down 50k. I doubt we'll be able to do more.

>>29408444
>Yes.
And maybe we can ask the boss for a raise in pay seeing as we're such a loyal and productive member of our company

>>29408457
>Also, I'm going in with almost no planning for this plot twist.
We know, and your doing an admirable and enjoyable job of handling it, this is damn fun.

>>29408382
...you're not trying to get hired muscle to shake down our boss, right?

>>29408393
2smart4romance.

>>29408457
Well, you're doing very well rolling with the punches.

>>29408444
>>Yes.
Might as well.

>>29408487
>...you're not trying to get hired muscle to shake down our boss, right?
No, not at first if he does not reward a productive and loyal employee at least...

>>29408444

Don't push him. I know we're sort-of doing him a favour by bailing out his company, but even he will have a floor price.

How easily could we turn our mathematical modelling skills to predicting which countries' economies will collapse? Because those would be the countries to get 'in' with ahead of time, for when the shit goes down

>>29408444
>>Yes.
But we need to get the paperwork first. Go over it thoroughly.

>>29408444
$350 K is just over $6600 per person. For a one off fee it's not exactly cheap but it's pretty much most of our savings (total of $412,660). It's honestly easier to work with more capital than less capital.

But, it's within our price range, definitely.

>>29408444

> Preliminary acceptance, pending paperwork. Actual contracts and such need to be done, and whatnot; you'll need to get a lawyer in on this. You don't just hand over six figures based on a phone call.

>>29408506
we could even start working on our market manipulating skills. Create environments that require our services

>Yes.

Congratulations. You're getting some soldiers of fortune for Christmas.

"I think we have a deal, Captain. We'll have to meet in person of course. And change the name," You chuckle, "Peregrine Immediate?"
"Of course," The Captain does not share his opinion about the name change, launching immediately in to business, "I'll have my man meet yours to sign the contract- where and when?"
"Well, I'm in London at the moment."
"Hm. Convenient, so are we."

Shit.

"What a coincidence."
"Wrapping up business with the Royal Bank of Scotland. We'll need that money shortly. Sooner the better."
"I'll need time to-" Hire a lawyer? Do you want to sound like a moron? "Get my lawyer back here. He's handling business for me. On the continent," That sounded sophisticated. Very nice.
"Indeed? Well, you know how to reach me. Sooner the better, Ms. Rook. We might have other offers."

He's lying, but still, it nags at you a bit. You smile, "I look forward to business together, Captain."
"Likewise."

Click, and then dial tone.

Right, you'll need a lawyer, some place to meet, and, you look down at your stained garments, a nice suit. A power suit. With shoulder pads. And nice, red pumps for heels. And a raise, damn it! You've got mercenaries now! You thrust a fist in the air, in triumph, and let loose a small giggle of glee. No longer is your greatest ambition to hire a gigolo and avoid social embarassment, you can end lives and topple nations!

Holy shit you just hired a mercenary company.

You feel rather a nauseous for a moment as the room spins. Why did you hire a mercenary company. You take deep breaths, center yourself.

You are Miranda Rook. Holder of a doctorate in mathematics. A twenty six year old virgin. And now, owner of a Private Military Company.

Knights Global. Maybe that would be a better name?

>To be continued tomorrow!

>>29408631
>Knights Global. Maybe that would be a better name?
Knight Global sounds nice and professional (no plural on the knight, also references our namesake chess piece)

Also, question OP, what are you going to call this quest now?

>>29408667
It would be funny if he kept Sexual Encounter Quest.

Sexual Encounter Quest: It's about mercenaries and economics!

>>29408695
it would be hilarious, might attract the misarchiver, but fuck him, we can use foolz, speaking of which

http://archive.foolz.us/tg/search/subject/Sexual%20Encounter%20Quest/type/op/
for future use if OP decides to keep the name the same

>>29408757
What's he going to call it? Really Sexual Encounters Thread? Merc Purchase Thread?

We're already fucking with the quest title in-game, after all!

>>29408631
I got here late, OP, but this is hella interesting.
I'll be looking forward to tomorrow.

>>29408631

Paying for sex is passé.

Buying the means to fuck over EVERYBODY is the way forward

>>29408610

Oh, you know it.

>Short on national debt in some corrupt African republic
>Send the country into chaos
>Knights Global to the rescue!

Fuck it, sometimes even money-men have to go into unsafe locations. We can position Knights Global as the official personal protection providers for Frontier Concern Finance

>mfw I check the company name in OP
>mfw it sounds like the company already does what we just suggested

>>29408846
hahaha, I can just imagine us turning up to a important meeting to deliver financial prediction reports, and we turn up in a Hind

>>29408610
>Create environments that require our services
Would that be useful?
Even if we triple the size of our assets there would be enough conflict for us to never run out of jobs. What we might want to do is monopolize drug markets. For example the Meth in Europe comes from a limited number of suppliers. If those are bought out or destroyed it'll either secure a steady supply of money or an incredibly number of favours to call in.

>>29408493
Heh. Heh. Heh.

>>29408631
Most GLORIOUS.

>>29408631
>To be continued tomorrow!
Good run OP, I'm loving this.

Might I suggest getting a twitter for the quest to announce future thread times and link threads? Helps players find them and get to them on time.

>>29408885
>Messing with the drug lords.

I think using our math skills to predict economic unrest might be better use of our skills. And less likely to have us wind up being tortured in some drug den.

>>29408884
I think this is what I'm most looking forwards to. Still doing our regular current stuff, but with a whole new style.
The kind of style that kills people.

>>29408667

>Miranda Rook
>CEO, Knights Global
>Call Sign: White Queen
>Captain Koojimans, VP (Operations), Knights Global
>Call Sign: Black King

Because the Chess theme is too good to pass up.

>>29408924
oh fuck yes, we are running with this

>>29408884
#SWAG

Now I want to see SEQ and Wizard and the Fool's MCs to meet.

>>29408885

So, basically, it's the plot of Clear & Present Danger, but with a PMC instead of CIA-manipulated US troops.

If the money's good, then maybe... But it's not just the cartel bosses you have to worry about, it's the diplomats and politicians in their pockets, too

>>29408986
yeah, drugs is something we want to keep out of, you just can't win against the cartels, everyone loses

>>29404310
>pic makes me shout METAL GEARRRRRRRRR?!

And then it's named sexual encounter quest. I am confused

>>29409054
>There is a rook and knight's helm in the OP image.
>He's been using subliminal messages to lead us down this path.

It all makes sense now!

>>29408919

So you might say it's
*sunglasses*
Murder by numbers
>YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

>>29409000

Trips confirms, stay out of the drugs wars

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>>29408913
But that's what makes it EXCITING!
Okay, maybe not.

>>29408919
>>29408884
[riding dirty intensifies]

>>29409116
>>29409000
>>29408986

Fine, fine. No messing with the drug lords.

>>29409248
...that still works?

>>29409248
>riding dirty mr koojimas.jpg
L-lewd...

I don't know why I clicked this thread, but boy am I glad I did.
Shit son, this is good.

>>29409258
>...that still works?
It's been fixed since 4 days after it was last broken.

>>29409271
It was fate, anon.

In case anyone's still here, with MS Paint open, how about doing us a logo? Perhaps a white Knight chesspiece silhouetted by a globe?

>>29409768
I tried, but without my tablet and photoshop, using a mouse and MS Paint, and what I could steal from google images its pretty crappy

2 versions

http://i.imgur.com/VWvZedt.png

http://i.imgur.com/Yb8QEQ4.png

>>29410019

Better than I could have done. #1 looks pretty good, as a starting point if nothing else

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>>29409768
Here's my botched attempt, excessively simple and boring.
>>29410019
>using imgur on an imageboard

>>29410179
that looks awesome, way better than my attempt

>using imgur on an imageboard
didn't want to make 2 posts with the different versions, they were too shitty to warrant it

>>29410179

Maybe the circle could be a bit more globe-like? You know, those stylised globes with the grid-lines running across them?

Still good though

>>29410261
That was literally a 5 seconds hackjob, currently thinking about how to make it more globelike.

>>29404310
>London
>GPA
>Middle school

Fuck off America, and learn that other countries don't organise education in the same way as you.

>>29410301
>not reading far enough to realise that we're on a business trip
Get a load of this pom.

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>>29410261
Have another shitty attempt.
(1/2)

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>>29410558
2/2

This is fucking hilarious.

Can't wait for the next thread.
Maybe we could get two heavily armed operator bodyguards next time we're celebrating SO THAT NO ASSHOLE CO-WORKER ASKS US UNCOMFORTABLE QUESTIONS ABOUT OUR SEC LIFE.

Also, not only we need to get a lawyer but we also need to make us presentable. Simply buying a suit won't cut it, I doubt or protagonist had ANY experience in dressing up so we will need to hire expensive services of a beauty saloon and someone who can pick clothes for us.
We might want to do this before the business meeting tomorrow to see how effective it is.

>>29410670
I do hope System keeps the quest name.

>>29410558
>>29410574

Yes

If that's a shitty 5 second attempt, I can't wait to see what you do with proper stuff and time to spare.

I like #2 best, I think, but either works well.

>>29410670

This is London. 10 seconds on Google will give us contact info for top-tier salons.

Heck, there are specialist shops for women's fashion that have salons on-site, so clients can get the whole package (clothes/hair/nails/make-up/etc) in one go. One of those would do nicely

>>29410688
me too

>>29410670

Thing is, as a financial model builder for a top tier firm, she HAS to have a few suits already. Expensive ones at that.

>>29410721
Right now, I have neither.

Money shouldn't be a problem for us. I mean, by simply dicking around on the computer and playing with financial markets for 15 minutes we could make $50k+.
I just think that money never was important for us at any time. If our protag was for the money, she would have had at least 10mil already

>>29410721
>This is London. 10 seconds on Google will give us contact info for top-tier salons.
>Heck, there are specialist shops for women's fashion that have salons on-site, so clients can get the whole package (clothes/hair/nails/make-up/etc) in one go. One of those would do nicely

That's what I'm talking about. Heck, I bet some of them work 24/7

>>29410734
I doubt it. ... well, that's not right. Yeah, she probably has suits. Ill-fitting, un-tailored and probably old-ish. Something that is barely enough, certainly nothing impressive.

Also, I think we should get sunglasses so that they don't see our eyes and can immediately tell that we don't know what the fuck we are doing.

>>29410828
>Complete transaction
>Pull Kooj into a side room for a private discussion
>Remove sunglasses
>"Okay, now that I own you - I have no fucking idea what I'm doing oh sweetjesusIjsutboughtamercenarycompany."

>>29410855

>"And what made you do that?"
>"Well, I was pissed off at a co-worker...And bought your company instead of hiring an escort"
>"...Are you PMSing?"

>>29411007
>"Are you interested in keeping your job?"

>>29410855
>>29411007
>"DON'T JUDGE ME I OWN YOU!"

I think it would be better that we keep pretending that we know what the fuck.
We'll probably spend our free time searching for contracts, job opportunities, investing further into the PMC, finding good equipment deals, etc.

>>29411040
I kind of want to clue Koojie fuck you that's his name from now on in on us not knowing what we're doing. But only him.
Because, you know, trying to pretend we know what's up when we don't will get a lot of people killed.

>>29410828
>Money shouldn't be a problem for us.
You're joking, right? Money isn't a problem WHEN YOU HAVE MORE MONEY.

You use that money to make even more money.

We had $412,660.
With a deal from pre-existing stocks, we got $53,000.

That's just under 13% from a trade because of one particular avenue that you can't exactly use multiple times. Sure beats the annual 5% yield, but if we could have been making ALL THE MONEY I doubt we'd not have so little to begin with.

Doing the deal leaves us with $62,660. Another trade would only pull back $8,145.80 capital; we'd have to do a similar 13% scheme 12 times to get back the $412 K we started with.

And we wouldn't have the leverage to start panics in russian manufacturing markets without any money to begin with.

Without money we can't make money; we'd be relying on our pay and our merc company.

>>29411218

Hmm.
Then, maybe we should spend the entire night overcrunching and making as much money as we can? We just saw one opportunity that could get us 50 thousand. Perhaps we can find some more and make 200-300 thousand before we need to sign the deal?
And we don't have to meet tomorrow. We can make the lawyer excuse and postpone the signing for maybe up to a week. I'm sure we'll have enough time to play the financial market that way.

And hell, we can always ask for a loan, be it from a bank or directly from our company (I think the Boss wouldn't mind and probably lend us interest-less sum of money. Maybe even gift us).

>>29411218
I agree that we're low on finances now.
But, we're a numbers person. We'll make it back, if a little slowly at first.
I'm not concerned.

>>29411007
Holy shit we're just adorable.

>>29411328
>We can make the lawyer excuse and postpone the signing for maybe up to a week. I'm sure we'll have enough time to play the financial market that way.

>postpone PMC commander trying to make bank and interrupt plans to get funding by offering him a big load of dosh

>hold off on pay, now everyone in the PMC hasn't been paid

>company collapses because soldiers start deserting without pay

>now lots of angry mercs are angry at us as well

Honestly, a loan would be better.

>>29411328
>(I think the Boss wouldn't mind and probably lend us interest-less sum of money. Maybe even gift us).
I'm not personally part of the elite but through contacts I know that at such a high level people are a lot more inclined to do this kind of thing.

>>29411076

That's why he'll be VP of Operation. We tell him that he's still in charge, he just answers to Ms Rook now. Amongst other things, any possible contracts have to be brought to The Queen for approval. Her veto is absolute

We sell it to him as thought we prefer to keep our hands off.

>>29411426
you're making too big of a deal here

first, they are an old, professional PMC, probably everyone on board has been through a lot of shit together. They aren't going to break down like bunch of overspoiled brats who didn't get the latest iphone for Christmas.
I imagine they are very tight-knit group. Otherwise they would have already broken up due fiasco in India.

second, we haven't set a date yet, we can push as far back as possible. The captain knows that we cannot sign the deal immediately and expecting us to make such a deal in just under a day is wholly unprofessional. Getting AT LEAST half a week is not that far-fetched.

third, it is obvious that at this very moment they do not have any other offers, that is why we were able to bring down the price 50 thousand.


I'm sure that we have few days in reserve. We spend that time making money and by the time we have to sing the deal we might have twice what we have now.

....Of course we could take a short-term loan (do the interest rates drop or rise depending on the time-period one takes a loan for?). Play with all that money and make even more money then we could have with just our own savings. Then pay off the debt by the time we sing the deal.

>>29411518
Eh. It depends on the person. Our boss doesn't seem like a jerk so he just might.
....Though there is a downside anyway because he could ask what exactly we want the money for.

>>29411548
This.
Or, we run by the opportunities we find through him and get his opinion.


Also, there was a talk before of taking over drug suppliers and shit. I vote that we stay quasi-legal. No need to become a real fucking criminal for a hobby we just took on.

>>29411582
>....Though there is a downside anyway because he could ask what exactly we want the money for.
"Investments in the private security sector".
>do the interest rates drop or rise depending on the time-period one takes a loan for?
Sometimes.

>>29411608
>>29411548
These. We might also want to see if we can't get some nice contracts from our nation. Let's just not try to piss off the big dogs in the business too much.
>No need to become a real fucking criminal for a hobby we just took on.
Of course.

Just woke up. Thread still lives- which is good. I like being efficient.

And there's some logos.

That's remarkable. Thank you. Anyway, I'll be running in about 12 hours then. I'll try to keep an eye on this thread so I can use it again.

And I guess I'll keep the name because that's ridiculously ironic. I wanted to try to broaden my horizons but, /tg/ intervened.

>>29413513
/tg/ want to run a sex crazed adventure? fuck you we are the celibate leader of a international mercenary group.

want high adventure ? orgy all day every day

we do what we want we run with ten gangs and only commit hate crimes. its our hot board we do what we want.

>>29413513
are you the same System that ran a civ thread for a bit before dropping it? i liked that civ

>>29413513

>And I guess I'll keep the name because that's ridiculously ironic. I wanted to try to broaden my horizons but, /tg/ intervened.

Next ti me try "Prude Religious Nun with Oath of Celibacy Quest" and see how it turns out.

>>29413676

>We play what we want
>We play what we waaaaaaaaaant
>We're 4chan's /tg/ board
>We play what we want

To the tune of http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KB4JKx-_dDc

>>29413513
I'll be waiting for it.

Honestly, though, you could change the name if you wanted. It might avoid archive trolls better that way. It's a minor issue though.

bump

>>29410558
>>29410574
these are fucking awesome, I like the simplicity of the v2, can work really well for unit patches and whatnot, while the v3 with the detailing works really well for a business logo

very nice work

bump, board is moving fast today

bumps

We should probably talk to Mr. Deacon and Mr. Low about this new business of ours.

First, because we're probably going to have to quit to focus on our mercenary business and they deserve to know, they've been good to us, and second, because they're high up in a powerful finance company so they might be interested in contracting with us.

They could have all sorts of uses for a PMC, they have investments to protect and a pile of armed men can cause market shifts if applied correctly. They seem to like us, or at the very least respect us, so we can also use them to get contacts with other rich people who could use our services.

We might even be able to go to those fancy parties they go to all the time on the arm of some handsome veteran and drink their champagne and eat their caviar. And do business stuff.

>>29423190

Quit?

Are you high?

>>29423190
Nah, we have to keep the main job. How else will we get to show off by arriving to work bleeding in an attack helicopter?
And the inevitable "I know I said you should go out and live a little, but this isn't what I meant at all!

>>29423190
> because we're probably going to have to quit
no we ain't

thats what Kooji is for, he runs the mercs, we own the place

>>29423204
We're running a merc company, we have to pay this endeavor as much attention as it deserves. We're going to be involved in a lot of the important decisions like negotiations and planning.

We might still be able to work as a consultant with them, consultants get paid really well anyways, and to have a very positive business relationship between us, but I'm not sure we could work full time for them and still make Knight Global the best PMC it could be.

We wouldn't cut off ties with them, we'd just be acting as equals.

Though we can give it some time before we quit, because I admit >>29423309 is a funny image.

>>29423311
We should totally take Kooji to fancy parties. And make it clear that we trust him with most of the merc stuff, though we'd still like to be kept in the loop, and that we handle business stuff and global markets and so on.

>>29423365

And we're chief shareholder of the company. We are basically the board. We can hire a CEO to run the company while we oversee.

>>29423451
Koojie is the CEO.we are the Shareholder.

Good sharholders don't interfere with the CEO when he does his job, good way to ruin a company.

Now if you want to let him in on us not knowing shit and him educating us in our plentiful sparetime (since we have no life), im sure we can work everything out.

Plus our job can be done from home or really anywhere with a compuyer.

>>29423365
>Though we can give it some time before we quit
Or we can, you know, not quit, because it requires about as much imput as we've given it to run, the captain of a merc company manages everything about it, unless told otherwise, we don't need to do shit

>>29423582
very true.

But i imagine this quest is going to eventually have them bring us along on a couple low risk missions in our off time. or at least fly us out to visit jobs (if they are "visitable").

But as stated earlier, all of our "work" can be done via a laptop, we can work while in the back of a Hind.

Maybe we should consider quitting down the line but not right now. We are bored with our job and it looks like the only reason we are there is because we just don't care enough to leave. This merc thing shouldn't be seen as a hobby, it should be a new way of life.

also we should probably start working out

>>29423702
>also we should probably start working out
Yeah I second that

>the only reason we are there is because we just don't care enough to leave
I kind of see this, but also, the MC is a math nerd, and this job gives access to great numbers (lol), maybe this can bee seen a new motivation to get stuck into her job, to make even more money, so she can better developer her merc army

>>29408913
But, if we end up in the drug lord den, Ms. Rook gets raped. And then the quest comes into full circle. Im full speed ahead on the drug lord idea

>>29425052
Wait guys...

What if we...

BECOME a drug lord?

>>29425109
What if we become the evil PMC in every movie and video game only we win instead of lose

it's always the quiet math geeks man, stuffing bodies full of drugs and weapons

>>29425168
>Begin as Sexual Encounter Quest.
>Become Mercenary Quest.
>End as Supervillian Quest.

I'm okay with this.

>>29425052
>>29425109
yeah no, we ain't touching drug lords or becoming one

>>29425237
How about world conquest?

>>29425460
maybe in retirement

for now we should focus on making shitloads of money for our boss, and getting shitloads in return, and helping out our new mercenary army become awesome and not get spanked by pirates

>>29425499
See this? These are good goals.
Do our job, and enjoy our newfound hobby.

There's no need to overplan things yet.

We should probably ask for a raise though, given how much we seem to be earning the company. Perhaps our boss will be more pliable when he's drunk, or soon after the presentation.

>>29425589
we should only do our job for as long as it helps our mercs. fuck this hobby shit this is a new start on life

>>29425639
Fuck that, we have a good thing going right now and it pays.

>>29425708
fucking this, from here, things can only get better

Also, some faggot is downvoting the archive of this thread hard, went from positive to -11 after 83 votes, we should probably use foolz if someone can't get LL to fix it

>>29425708
fuck you if we pour ourselves into the mercs then it will fucking pay too

>>29425770
dude, calm down, they are not going to go to shit if we don't micromanage everything they do, thats what KOOJImans is for

>>29425589
exactly, also, drunk boss sounds good

also, I emailed LL about the archive downvote spamming, hopefully he can at least reset the votes to 0 so the archive does not get deleted

>>29426351
Too late, it's gone

>>29426389
no its not, its sitting a -5 currently

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Sexual%20Encounter%20Quest

>>29426468
-2, now, Anon.

>>29426695
I just pushed it to +0 I think

>>29426762
Yup. Bumping again in hopes System will inform us when he posts next thread's OP.

>>29426807
Another hour or so.

>>29427414
>>29426807
Then we should probably use the sage function and let this one get close to falling off, so as not to clutter the board with multiple threads. I don't think this one has enough life in it to continue here.

>>29427467
>>29427414
Roger, guys. At least I don't need to go into work until ten my time this morning.

>>29427522
>>29427467
Board speed is 15PPM. We don't need to do shit for the next 2:30 hours.

>...Well, that vote stuff is crazy. I was tempted to hold on to this title simply for the irony of it, but it apparently is proving controversial.

>Anyway, I'm up and ready. I really shouldn't be staying up so late, I have to move furniture early tomorrow, but I'll at least get a quick session of this out.

>Writing.

>>29428695
Awesome.

Also, can I advise you get a twitter for the quest, so you can keep us updated with session times and link threads and whatnot?

>>29428695
I don't think the controversy is over the title. Also, it's mostly one guy botvoting it down.

>>29428743
I'll second this.

Okay, no drugs. Guns? Some kind of foothold in the weapons business would benefit us once we're at the stage where we gotta expand.
>>29428695
Controversy usually isn't a bad thing. Waiting warmly.

Rolled 17

>>29428695
Dude, keep the name, it's awesome.

>>29428822
>Guns? Some kind of foothold in the weapons business would benefit us once we're at the stage where we gotta expand.
Oh most certainly, and we could maybe even mess with the stock market abit, buy shares in the weapon manufacturers we like/use/want discounts from

You wake up in a puddle of drool with your much abused notebook for a pillow. You blink away the sleep, rubbing your eyes, and sit up from the desk. Another one of those manic moments last night. You try to sit up straight and cringe- beds, beds were invented for a reason. You stoop shuffle up, doing your best to sit up straight without falling over imbalanced. You turn, stretching, trying to interpret the clock. 1:21PM. Look at you, such an early riser.

You stumble to the bathroom, craning your neck vertical by degrees. For a while, you have the protective amnesia that you rely on to keep you motivated to live. You don't know who you are, what you are doing, or that you decided to make an oral promise to a man that leads a group of mercenaries that you would fork over your savings to him.

Oh. That was why you had all those notes about how to tell if you were being ambushed written out. Well, it provides much needed encouragement for your morning constitutional to pass by faster.

Lawyers, lawyers, lawyers- fuck, a lawyer? Where do you get lawyers? You stumble back to your laptop, pulling your sweatpants on and falling flat on your face for your trouble. Ow, bit the inside of your cheek- not now! Not what you needed to worry about! Good lord, what the Hell would you have to do? You scramble up, claw for your laptop. They had boats. Or, a boat. Would you need an expert in maritime law for that? You're on a business trip, hiring a lawyer out of the blue was a bad idea-

Wait. Short and bald. Andy's little gremlin. He was a lawyer. Maybe. You think? Fuck, you never bothered to get to know the little twerp. Don't panic. Don't panic. You breath in and out, calm down.

You check your notes. 'Meeting at 3:00PM. Shard. Falcon Room.'

One thing at a time.

>You need someone to handle contract law. Find a lawyer.
>Raise more funds. No embezzling, just short trades.
>Cut to the quick. Research embezzling.
>Prep for meeting. Don't want to embarrass yourself.
>Other.

>>29429100
>>Raise more funds. No embezzling, just short trades.

Maybe we can get our boss to recommend a lawyer to us.

>>29429100
>Prep for meeting. Don't want to embarrass yourself.
once the meeting is done and the boss is getting drunk, we can ask him for a good lawyer and a raise

>>29429100
>Prep for meeting. Don't want to embarrass yourself.

>Prep for meeting. Don't want to embarrass yourself

>>29429100
>>Prep for meeting. Don't want to embarrass yourself.

Prepping.

You hate this kind of stuff- you were a lot happier with a server farm and a laptop...But there were expectations place on you. You give a final yawn, brew a pot of coffee, and get to work looking dignified.

Shower, shave and pluck unsightly hairs, pull your hair back in to a bun, tug on some nylons, skirt, blouse, jacket, and...Make up you guess. Rare thing this.

The first attempt, you look a bit garish, but you give it a second shot and look decent. You look at yourself in the mirror, give yourself a hard nod. Yes. You are all business. Just need some Murphy Brown kinda shoulder pads. You try not to slouch, but, that makes your paunch more visible. You resume slumping, dispirited. You gotta stop looking in mirrors.

Thankfully, when it comes to the part of prep involving what you actually have to present, it's straightforward. Laptop packed, notes sorted, you mentally flick through the key points that you're supposed to bring up. 'Stand there and be moody, be as snippy as you like when you're talking to the RBS guys, I'll be amicable, but they need to see you. Easier to sell a person than just a bunch of facts and figures, you know?' Mr. Low seemed pretty relaxed. He had the golden parachute after all, not you. Check of the time. 2:20PM. Time flies. Well, the Shard wasn't that far after all.

You pull on your big coat, scarf, and knit cap, dodge the mirror, then hustle out with your laptop bag.

You give a check to the door. Yes, whatever drunk worked on it DID leave quite a mark. You better not be blamed for that. You'll need your coworkers for this.

A puddle of vomit is calcifying outside of Andy's room. You scowl. Was it worth it...?

>Don't be a bitch. Just knock on their door, see if you can hustle them out. Don't want to embarass the company.
>Let Andy reap what he has sown. Try not to cackle too loudly when the bosses lay in to him for missing such an important meeting.
>Other.

>>29428695
nah, keep the name
just make sure to archive as soon as you make a thread to avoid vandalism.

>>29429453
>>Don't be a bitch. Just knock on their door, see if you can hustle them out. Don't want to embarass the company.
he can pay us back by helping find a good lawyer and helping our new army

>>29429453
>Don't be a bitch. Just knock on their door, see if you can hustle them out. Don't want to embarass the company.

>>29429453
>>Don't be a bitch. Just knock on their door, see if you can hustle them out. Don't want to embarass the company.

>>29429453
Gotta stockpile dem favors for the future.
>Don't be a bitch. Just knock on their door, see if you can hustle them out. Don't want to embarass the company.

>>29429453
wake them up but go on without them

Playing rooster.

>>29429510
op
when are we supposed to sign the deal with the PMC?

You sigh, go for the door- wait, shoes. God, you'll have to wear heels. You hurry back to your apartment, slip on the painful shoes, then teeter back to their door, carefully avoiding the puddle of sick. You pound on the door.

"Andy! Wake up! Meeting is in-" You check your phone, roll your eyes, "Thirty minutes! Get over there, now!"

"Miranda?" You hear a groggy question. Well, you're not sticking around much longer.
"I'm going on ahead. Don't be too late now!"
"Thanks!" You hear, considerably more alert. Despite yourself, you're impressed. You don't let it distract you though, you hurry downstairs.

A phone call and a cab later, and you're walking inside, checking your phone nervously the whole while. 2:37PM. You're through the doors, looking around the reception for anyone- ah, Mr. Low. Sitting on a plush couch, head held in his hands. You hope it's a hangover. He tips his head up a moment at your approach, before looking back down.

"Hey boss."
No reply. You fidget, scratch at your chin. Not a hangover then.
"So, uh, are we still meeting here? It's just before three-"
"Our CFO just got picked up by NYPD."
That's a shock. You blink.
"Deacon? Why, what's going on?"
"Don't know. Everyone's mum at home," Mr. Low rubs his chin, "But, I'm going to make a bet that that's going to be the first thing they'll ask about."
"Oh," You look around a bit, shrug, "Oh well. That'll suck. But my model's still good-"
"If we don't get slammed for insider trading it will be-" Mr. Low hisses, before stopping short, "Shit. Forget that," Low stands up, fishing out his cell phone, "I gotta take care of some things. You go up, do the presentation. I'll be right there," He starts walking off quickly, leaving you in the dust.

"Wait, wait, hold up, what do you mean I do the presentation, I'm new at this job-" You catch up after him before he reaches the doors, and you see his shoulders rise like a cat's hackles fro a moment.
"Stall them, damn it!" Low turns, and for a moment genuine anger is showing on his face- then he calms down, opens his hands pleadingly, "Please, Miranda, you can do this- you're smart. I need, I need an hour-"
"An HOUR?"
"At most!" He looks over his shoulder, leans in, "It'll be fine. You'll be fine. Don't worry. You can trust me, right?"

You're better with numbers. Other people handled words. Deacon. Why would Deacon get arrested. Crap. You hope you didn't accidentally sign on to a latter day Enron. What the Hell was Low doing? You doubt it was concern about poor Deacon. Maybe he was going to try to get some straight answers out of the home office.

Or empty his account and run. That was a possibility too.

But your model was sound. Frontier was splashed on the cover of the WSJ. They wouldn't hit the CFO first if there was something wrong. Maybe, maybe he was picked up for drinking and driving? That could happen, right- shit, Low's turning away.

>"I'll do it- but I want a god damn raise after this!"
>"No, no, this isn't my damn job. You do it!"
>"If we go now, we can clean them out before the others get to it."
>Leave now. You've got to play damage control, and you can't do it from here.
>Other.

>>29429546
"Soon."

Captain Koojimans is impatiently waiting. Sooner the better to impress him.

>>29429793
>>"I'll do it- but I want a god damn raise after this!"

This is a good time to pressure him for a raise.

>>29429793
>>"I'll do it- but I want a god damn raise after this!"

>>29429793
>"I'll do it- but I want a god damn raise after this!"

>>29429793
>>"I'll do it- but I want a god damn raise after this!"

Lol, we should add that if he does not fix things and abandons us, we'll sick our mercs on him

>>29429783
God damn, American police force is becoming impudent by the day. Going all the way from New York to London to arrest someone? Damn

>>29429783
>"If we don't get slammed for insider trading it will be-" Mr. Low hisses, before stopping short, "Shit. Forget that,"

there's definitely some shit going on in the company.
Anyway we can check with our laptop right now? No sense in getting a raise if the company gets looted and abandoned.

>>29429874

We also need to check the stock price.

If they've tanked our shares are useless.

Taking charge.

>>29429852
Deacon's in New York, back at the home office.

He also seemed like a good guy. At least, by your estimation, which really doesn't mean a lot.

Throwing in a stock check. Writing.

>>29429793
>"If we go now, we can clean them out before the others get to it."
Get money. Use money to get mercs. Be merc boss.

>>29429929

And call ourselves... Cakeboss

>>29429947
no, we're White Queen, while Kooji is Black King

>>29429929
you know
I like the pmc thing we are doing but I hoped we stay a mousy math nerd while leading a secret badass life on the side.

Maybe if shit really does hit the fan, we could try taking over the company somehow?