Azathoth: Break Into Black Isles

[Azathoth]

She moves quickly! Going to unsheathe and place her blade by his throat... bending down to get a better position to pin him while doing so... finally. "Ssssshhh... dont yell... or move... I dont pay you for suicidal loyalty..."

[Blaze]

The guard blinks as he is pinned, speaking quietly.

"Who the hell are you?"

[Azathoth]

The maid grins, also speaking softly. "I'm Azer... I've come to check up on my security... But seriously... I need information of the goings on while I was..." She glances down at herself. "Re-formatted. Answer me a few questions, and I promise I'll do nothing worse than knock you unconscious."

[Blaze]

The guard stares up at the cute maid, his face a mask of disbelief.

"You're Azer... what happened to you sir? Er, ma'am?"

[Azathoth]

Azer smirks a bit. "I had an encounter with a transformation. Unfortunately you are not high ranking enough to know the security pass codes I have made in this event. So you will have to take it on faith. That and the fact I will run you through if you fail to cooperate."

[Blaze]

"Heh, I'd help you even if you were threatening me with a stick of butter. The guy who took over when you vanished cut all us grunt's pay and expects us to work extra hours. I can't get up with you on me though... not that I mind having a hot girl on me." the guard says with a smirk.

[Azathoth]

Azer frowns... "Watch your mouth..." She says... but gets up. "So... someone took over? Who... so I can go put them in their place."

[Blaze]

The guard gets up too, retrieving his rifle.

"The head of R&D, Dr.Point. He's rerouting 90% of Black Isle's resources into some kind of new weapon."

[Azathoth]

The maid humphs. "Ambitious... but premature... Tell me everything you know..."

[Blaze]

The guard nods and removes his helmet. He is a rather handsome fellow with sandy hair in a buzzcut.

"Sorry, hate talking with that thing on. Anyway, after you vanished, Dr. Point destroyed all your sleeping clones. Apparently, he had agents in other facilities that destroyed those ones too. He then took over the company and has been building some kind of super-weapon. Dunno what though, I'm low on the ladder."

[Azathoth]

Azer nods. "I see... huh... I guess I should feel more upset about that... but I have the feeling if any of them got out I'd be fighting them as well." She glances to him. "Well I guess here comes the question. If you want you can go knock off for lunch while I go clean house. Or you could join with me. You can be sure of rapid promotion at the conclusion of this if you choose the latter."

She may look and have the voice of a young woman... but her serious expression and the words themselves had the tone of pure Azer.

[Blaze]

The man thinks for a moment.

"Well, are you here to take things over again or what?"

[Azathoth]

Azer nods. "Obviously. I aim to take over once more... and perhaps do a bit of restructuring in the company. Our public face is a bit... negative. Profits are almost non existant if you discount illegitimate earnings."

[Blaze]

THe guard quirks an eyebrow.

"You planning on making Black Isles legitimate? And do what, produce cleaning supplies?"

[Azathoth]

Azer narrows her eyes. "How about we let the financial concerns of a mega corporation be decided by the leader. Do you have any idea how many resources we have wasted on weaponization projects that led to nothing? That said... I'm not planning on turning us into kennels for puppies or anything. But personal defense is an untapped market. And we have a lot of technology that could be mass produced and sold for great profit."