"My Pharaoh, there has been increased attacks on our regiments on the spacestation Purgatory, there are no Nubian fleets in the area and I believe that the increased attacks could lead to something more of a full scale terror war, we should call upon M.A.C.O. and see if they would mobilise to help us, and maybe this would make them, more experienced."
The Pharaoh in all her beauty paused for a few moments before speaking, "You make a compelling arguement Thutmose, before I decide what is the current regiment count currently stationed on Purgatory?" Thutmose III stood there, thinking in his head, "We have about five Regiments of Punic Heavy soldiers and two Brigades of Argos Light soldiers." The room falls silent as the Vizier ended his calculations, the whole council turned there heads towards the Pharaoh, waiting for her to answer, "Not what I had hoped, send a message to the M.A.C.O. Headquarters, have them rendevouz with an insertion team outside Purgatory's asteroid field." Thuderous applause resounded around the semi-circle council chamber, Pharaoh Hatshepsut stood, her cat, Thoth, at her feet, "Inform me once M.A.C.O. arrives, Council meeting adjourned." After a few minutes the councilmen and women exited the council chamber and returned to their normal routine.
To:M.A.C.O. Headquarters
From:Vizier Thutmose III
Enigma:Very High
MACO HQ, this is Vizier Thutmose III, the council has convened and decided on the decision of asking MACO operatives to help the Nubian soldiers on the station Purgatory qwell the criminal ruffians that inhabit our extremity worlds. Respond Soon.
Purgatory, Fortune's Den; Day 1
The 'elected' mob bosses of Purgatory sat at a large rectangular table in Vendetta's office, the music, the smell of exotic liquors and the ever tempting strippers dance around their heads, none spoke, they only occasionally gave the exotic dancers a tip, finally Vendetta walked in, his jet black hair and his towered six foot eight frame helped him take control of the room, "Hello my fellow O.C. efficienatos, I as you must already know am Vendetta," His very name struck fear into anyone how hadn't met him before, "We have many things to talk about, but before we do, enjoy youorself in my nightclub," He paused before he continued, "The lower levels of the club are more, discreet, go go! enjoy, we will re-convene at 6:00." The various crimelords stood, bowed to Vendetta and promptly left to tickle their fancies in the various private rooms of Fortune's Den.

