En route to JayasurThe chartered
Genesis Aerosystems Freedom 94 jet took off on its first leg from the port of Touloux,
Terre Des Gaules. The flight was out of the International airport, but if anyone cared to check for records for a properly registered flight, they wouldn’t find any. The government on down to the local authorities looked the other way, and the USG Security Corporation paid all the right people to ensure their arrangements in Touloux, whether by boat, truck, rail or aircraft remained in the shadows. Touloux, Gaul was also the site of the largest recruiting office and where flights of USG recruits took off from on their last leg to the home USG island.
Even since the Falkasian raid on Panto Leto, they hadn’t changed the point of departure, but only stepped up security on both ends, as well as onboard the recruit flights. There just wasn’t a better option to reach the island out in the Madurin Sea by air. This particular flight, though, was going the other way, out from Panto Leto, out of Touloux, and out of Teremara all together. There would be several stops along the way, in mostly friendly ports where their cover would remain secure while they refueled, until they could reach their destination in the Empire of Nifon, from there, after picking up some extra passengers, the journey was not done. They had a longer ways to go before they reached Jayasur, Janakkhara, where their hosts from the monarchy awaited.
On board the flight at the moment, besides the crew, was a man who had boarded immaculately dressed in a dark Savile Row suit. He’d removed the top blazer and vest and hung them in a forward closet near the cockpit, to keep them wrinkle free as he prepared notes and reviewed dossiers, both paper and on his GXT tablet. He had a rich, cocoa color to his skin, a slightly rounded chin, and what had been described as very sympathetic, larger than normal doey brown eyes. On his head, he wore a maroon turban wrapped tightly. A badge with the Uli-Schwyz-Galien logo was prominent at the center of the turban. To the left of the South Asian man, across the aisle sat a Latina woman with a bronzy complexion that could be described as voluptuous and buxom, or of more than ample weight, depending on who you talked to. She was also dressed smartly in a suit with a modest skirt just above her knees. She also was reviewing paper and digital documents and making edits.
Both of them sat silently, enjoying sips of bottled water as they worked. The man looked briefly at the woman, raising his bottle. After a moment, she looked up and smiled, responding in kind.
“I’m almost done with the draft. I’ll send it along to your email.” Wifi was enabled on board the flight and the USGSC had a handful of satellites they’d launched through a client that enabled such transactions averaging 25-35 Mbps, utilizing Ku-band frequency.
“Good. I look forward to reviewing it.”
USGSC emails were heavily encrypted, as was their whole network. So they could send such data comfortably. At least more comfortably than a totally unprotected network.
These two individuals actually worked for the Intexa, the support arm of the USGSC. The Intexa had many divisions, thousands of agents and countless resources at their disposal. They were in charge of everything but fighting on the ground, and even sometimes got caught up in that. The Intexa handled supplies, purchasing, recruiting, legal matters, contract initiation and fulfillment, reconnaissance and intelligence, which most often involved pre-contract scouting, (unless they were specifically hired on for strictly an intelligence contract), and a myriad of other support duties.
Finally, he opened the draft in his tablet and looked it over.
“Very nice. I think this will work as a rough draft until we can fill in the other details and desires of our potential client.”
“I can only go off the information that you have provided me.”
“...And you did well. There’s a lot of ‘stray voltage’ (misinformation and useless data) out there on the vine about Janakkhara, so with what confirmed data we gave you, you did good.”
In front of the man and woman, instead of another front facing row of seats, were tables on each side of the aisle, and some very comfortable swivel seats that could lock in place with a lever. They were empty now, but reserved for their guests.
The timing of getting the draft could not have been better as a flight attendant strolled back to them.
“The pilot says that we’ll be arriving at the airfield near Ishikawa soon.”
“Excellent, thank you.”
They touched a bit of turbulence as they broke through some wet weather, then they were through to a clear patch and the air strip was right upon them. The pilots were pros and they just kissed the strip with the back wheels, and then gently the gear fully gripped terra firma once more.
It was just a few minutes before a truck approached the plane with its lights off. A few men were shepherded out and to the stairs that had just been unfolded. The Intexa man and woman had risen and awaited as their guests got on board.
When they entered the aircraft, he bowed.
“Welcome aboard, I’m Mandrakhar Singh, a Chief Operations Officer for the Contracting Division of the Intexa, and this is my colleague, Graciella Nacimiento, a Chief Legal Officer with the Intexa Legal Division.”
Murakami Kentaro slowly looked into Singh’s face as he analyzed the person talking to him, carefully studying his visage for anything that could be useful to him during the negotiations - for sure one of the most important points in his life, and this was an important chance he received to propel himself up the corporate ladder and give him an edge among his brothers and nephews competing for the positions among the board of the powerful zaibatsu. Being a son of the current prime minister and arms tycoon Murakami Akira, Kentaro was prepared to assume this role since his early childhood; given best education possible and taught by the very best of teachers. Yet, now his father has left the company to assume the office of the Prime Minister in Shogun Kojiro’s government, leaving his uncle in charge and his future not so certain. Thus, to ensure his career’s proper progress, Kentaro had to do something outstanding. And the chance came when his father told him to handle the contract with USG security company… something that he could not afford to miss.
“Konichiwa to you, Singh-san, and konichiwa to you, Nacimiento-no kimi” he bowed slightly to both “I am Murakami Kentaro, currently member of the board of Murakami Zaibatsu and I come with a letter of authentication from Ishikawa permitting me to negotiate the contract on the bakufu’s behalf, as well.”
When looking at him, the man and woman could see a gentleman of 38 years of age, with a wide, oval face, visible mongoloid extended cheekbones, a pair of small pointy eyes illustrating everything around with two jade eyeballs and short, dark hair covering his head like a bamboo forest. He was wearing an extremely expensive smoking jacket to signify his material status. But despite his - relative - youth, there was also an aura of majesty and strength coming from this Nifonese kunshi, along with a feeling of energy and a will to act. After all, the Murakami were an ancient and noble clan that had given Nifon such heroes as Murakami Kenshin, who was one of the central characters in Asuka Monogatari - an epic having as much influence as the Illiad or Arthurian legends had in their cultures.
“An honor. Let’s sit and talk further.”
Singh waved to the seats and they sat down after shedding coats and stowing bags. A flight attendant brought beverages as they prepared to take off again. Once seated, Murakami Kentaro continued,
“Please allow me to skip the ceremonials, but I will get straight to the point.” Murakami’s face remained polite and emotionless,
“The government of the Empire of Greater Nifon is overextended at this point, and does not consider Janakkhara to have enough strategic importance to direct greater attention. Yet at the same time, Kojiro-sama is rather concerned about the possible spread of communism in the region and the potential of an oni - led revolution to destabilize the whole area in the future. That is why the bakufu eagerly agrees with your offer and has dispatched me to conduct the negotiations. After all, according to reports I have read, material aid is what the Janakkharan military would require most...”
Murakami took a sip of water and continued:
“Now, the question is ‘What does the Janakkharan government require exactly?’ At this point, both Gunpeitai and my own sales department have had insufficient data to formulate any kind of offer to you, Singh-san. But know that Murakami Defense Industries has all that their military would possibly require.”
So far, both were making a positive impression on the Nifonese entrepreneur - especially this Singh, a man whom Murakami had already seen as capable enough to be employed for such a dangerous task.
“Well, as you know, Murakami-san, the USGSC has already been a valued customer of your company’s wares. We know the quality of what you provide. We invited you along to the contract negotiations in that you might get a foot in the door of a new market and also...We think that the Janakkharan government would benefit from your equipment and arms, regardless of our pre-existing relationship with Murakami. As advisers, we would be able to work with your people and theirs almost seamlessly, based on the extensive knowledge we have of your equipment. Hence we will, a bit more than subtly, push for them to form some kind of partnership with you as well. Of course, we don’t have any type of clauses in our contracts that stipulate a client
must purchase arms from a preferred supplier…”
A flight attendant came back around to make sure that everyone was buckled into their seats. She informed them that the plane was almost refueled and would be taking off soon from Ishikawa. They all nodded acknowledgement.
Graciella Nacimiento continued, as contract wording was the attorney’s specialty:
“So, as Mr. Singh said, we don’t have such clauses of preferred suppliers that we put into our contract. It would make the client feel kind of strong handed if we did. We are going to negotiate the security/advisory contract, then we will give you a very favorable introduction...By the way, we did inform them that you were coming, as we didn’t want to launch a total surprise on them and risk a social gaffe. However, we haven’t gotten a specific confirmation back, other than they looked forward to greeting us. So, anyway, we give you your favorable introduction, then it is up to you to secure a further, separate sales meeting to negotiate your own contract with their Defense Ministry. We will be there to put in the good word.”
Singh took another good slug of water. He’d like to be sipping at a gin or scotch, but he needed to stay sharp for now. Their hosts may offer such a beverage in further meetings once they arrived, so he needed to keep fresh for then.
“Thank you, Ms. Nacimiento. Now, as regards to the interests of the Imperial Nifonese government. We actually were not aware that Janakkhara was even a concern for them at all, but I guess it would figure. The great news is that Nifon will not have to worry about sending any military assets to the island as that is already being covered...We think. Besides ourselves, I have been led to understand that one, possibly two nation states will be sending military assets to help stabilize the situation and also advise, as well as hunt down the communist insurgents. At the moment, I don’t know who these other foreign benefactors are, but I’m sure that will be answered when we arrive, should the Janakkharans be forthcoming with such information. I sure hope so as it will be critical to our negotiations.”
Singh took a break to let Murakami Kentaro respond.
“I hope so, as well” replied Murakami, slowly taking a snip of water, “but at this point you need to understand that Ishikawa is really concerned about the underdeveloped nations in the South, especially after the incidents with Furukuran Sea Anti-Nifonese Front. The goal is as always to contain the spread and influence of communism. Should the aki get more ground, Heavenly Father knows where we will find them next...”
As Singh might have understood, Murakami was coming from a nation that survived virtually the entire XX century in a siege mentality, first against the European colonial powers, then against communism, and now a similar mentality was developing already towards the globalization. The Nifonese were firmly convinced that all gaijin around them were conspiring to destroy their culture, and many more nationalistically minded individuals were eager to believe that the real reason why an oni is lending its power to the communist revolutionaries is to establish a foothold for a future attack on Nifon.
“However I would dare to say, Singh-san, that my sales department has informed me of the rather unsavory state of the Janakkharan military, including the huge problems with corruption, the low level of training and the aging, mediocre equipment. I do believe that since it will be their special forces units that will be most likely at the frontline, I have propositions for new equipment for them. This will include issuing a new series of uniforms based off of the one used by the Rikugun, in digital tiger stripe pattern as used by the Imperial Nifonese Army, as well as a new body armor, and a new rifle, which is currently entering service in the Rikugun’ special forces - TERA Type 5.”
Kentaro handed over to Singh series of brochures containing descriptions of Murakami products he was proposing to him.
“TERA Type 5 is first bullpup of Nifonese construction that ejects forward rather than to the side, removing many issues with comfortability.“ Young Murakami pointed at two tubes above the barrel, one serving to remove the gases via short stroke piston, the second to eject the shells. “It uses the standard 7x41mm Arakawa, a very successful round in service in Rikugun since 1979. Another weapon we may equip the Janakkharans with is the Type 26 single shot RPG, using thermobaric warheads against communist fortifications. Now I am aware it is rather old weapon, but it will still perfectly fulfill its role in demolishing a fortification, and it’s low cost actually has an advantage.”
Singh broke in,
“Yes, I am aware that we have some in our arsenal and I think they’ve been used to good effect on several contracts. I think our advisers will be able to train them well on the use of the Type 26 RPG.”
“For indoor combat, we may offer a Type 300T SMG with 50 round magazine fielding 7.7x25mm Nifonese round, far superior in terms of penetration than 9x19 mauser.”
“Another weapon that I am familiar with and that is in use with the USGSC forces, I believe. Murakami-San, if I could steer you towards the overall picture again. Not that I’m disinterested in the specific arms that your company produces, but it’s not the focus of why I was sent on this particular journey. I was hoping that we could discuss how we could introduce you to the Prince and the Janakkharan government and open that channel in order that a steady line of material support can flow in to the Island and stem the tide of this communist insurgency. Also, how much of it will be paid by the Nifonese government, versus how much you’re expecting our mutual potential client, the Janakkharan government, to pick up the tab? As I mentioned before, word on the vine is that they have at least one foreign backer, as yet unrevealed, if not more. I don’t know the scope of support that they might be getting from these mystery benefactors. It could be eventual military support, some humanitarian support, or it could be as little as some friendly supportive mention in the international media. We just don’t know and I don’t think we can rely on anything substantial without specific confirmation..”
Singh knew that it was all just speculation until they touched down in Jayasur and were able to suss out what the government needed, what they wanted and what they already had. All these questions might be answered in short order upon arrival.
“Hmmm. I understand.” Murakami’s face remained stone like “In such case I think that their denka should not have any qualms about negotiating with me. After all, my father is the 1st Daimyo of Hara and current prime minister of the Empire of Greater Nifon, also extremely renowned in the business world. Not to mention that I come from the Murakami family, as well...”
In Nifon, the family was everything. It was the basic unit of the society and often even the basic goal in life. In such society, being descended from one of the most prominent samurai clans, and especially one member of which was one of the key unifiers of Nifon during the Asuka period and a legendary general put on par with Sun Tzu. It was already enough to put Kentaro on pedestals among the Nifonese and win him respect from foreigners.
“I would like to know about the denka.*” Kentaro continued “What is he like? What are his habits? All of these insights could be extremely beneficial during the negotiations, after all. One of the standard strategies employed by Nifonese businesses is to hire former government officials to introduce us to their associates - this is often done at parties, but I imagine that given the nature of the current situation, you may want to introduce me to the denka on some other occasion, Singh-san, one that you will likely find far quicker than I would. ”
Singh nodded.
“I think, or I hope, that in this part of the world, many would know of the very prestigious line of your family, Murakami-san. However, when it comes to the Prince...The denka...I don’t think we know as much about his habits and his predilections. So I’m afraid we can’t help you there at the moment. We’re going in as blind as you, even though as you say, it would be beneficial to know more. We simply don’t have that insight into his character. All we know is the current situation and the government’s failure to stem this insurgency which is getting more out of control by the day…So...I could introduce you right away when we are given an audience, but as to whether the denka will wish to talk to you right away, that is another matter. I guarantee you that we will do our best to strongly encourage a meeting between you and government representatives, if not the denka himself.”
“Patience is a virtue of the victors” Kentaro slowly moved his hand over to his tie, correcting it while looking directly into Singh’s eyes “Please do then, even the lowest ones. I hope that the Denka will be open for this meeting, especially considering the scale of the aki uprising...”
Singh waved a hand in a gesture of easy compliance.
“Of course. I really don’t see why he wouldn’t be open to such a meeting. We will do our utmost to make such a meeting happen. I would be most inclined to hear more about the Nifonese Empire and Murakami Arms’ place in it. Also, maybe we could discuss more of the detailed developments that you were previously discussing that your company has made recently with your arms.”
He was overtly changing the subject away from the multitude of questions that could only be speculated upon. They would get their answers soon enough, Singh was sure.
The two parties discussed Nifonese politics, the place of modern PMCs, and the continuing struggle to push back Marxism in nations that were rising up on the international scene, as well as the new projects of Murakami, with small breaks in between to snack and refresh beverages or use the restroom facilities before they landed in Jayasur.
Within a few hours, they were touching down in Jayasur, Janakkhara after clearance from the tower authorities. The USG crew led the way first with an eye towards security, with the two Intexa officers following as well as Murakami and his party. Right away, both Singh and Kentaro were looking for the government representative that was tasked to meet them at the nation’s only international airport.
- Aki - Nifonese for “reds”.
- Denka - Nifonese honorific for non-sovereign royalty. Nifonese consider it dishonorable to refer to royalty by their name.
NOTE: Co-RPed with
New Aeyariss.