thor President Pitorian Tolo’Sal’Lat’Ut’Kel’Tras Anroc - Management Philosophy

[Alieth]

Antagonist you love to hate. Setting the bar high here @Geoffrey Teller!

(just.... THAT signature)

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((Anroc's private villa, level 801, Saldanian Corporate Hegemony Headquarters))

 

Sher’ok Borac had somehow survived the last few hours without being summarily liquidated by staying as invisible as possible.  Anything at all that could've brought the wrath of Anroc down on him had been handed off or deferred until a slightly less lethal time could be found.  Sher'ok had been lucky so far, but his luck had come to an end with this new alien horror.  

 

They expected President Pitorian Tolo’Sal’Lat’Ut’Kel’Tras Anroc, First Eternal, Most Exalted Administrator to do the unthinkable.  

 

They had the gaul to ask Anroc to contact them.  

 

It was a violation of every corporate protocol and Hostile Takeovers, with an emphasis on the Hostile, had been fought over smaller insults between Eternals.  Sher'ok had run the words around in his mind a multitude of times, trying to find a way to deliver the message that wouldn't immediately cause Anroc to have him thrown off the side of the building, or worse.  The staff had all heard rumors of something called the Silent Gallery, a space whose location and purpose was known only to Anroc himself.  Sher'ok tried to push the rumors out of his mind as he stepped into Anroc's majestic presence his stomachs rumbling in distress. 

 

Borac:  Wonderous President Pitorian Tolo’Sal’Lat’Ut’Kel’Tras Anroc, First Eternal, Beloved & Benevolent, Ever....

 

Pitorian Anroc had been diverting himself, watching some of the Starfleet things scrabbling around his holdings like clumsy interns.  It was already clear to Anroc who the real superior beings were in this situation, and the answer was the same to him as it had been yesterday, and the day before, and a thousand days before that.  He was Superior.  He was Eternal.  He'd take the aliens for all they had and when he was done, he'd use what he'd gained to take more.  Soon, all that was would know his magnificence.  

 

His pleasant megalomaniacal musings were interrupted by one of the interminable swarm of Ephemerals in his personal staff.  With a dour scowl, Anroc lazily extended a single digit.  Sniffing the air with an exaggerated gesture, Anroc settled his gaze on the half-bowing Borac.  

 

Anroc:  Why have you brought such a foul odor into my presence?  

 

Borac:  My...President.  The aliens...yes they...they wish to do as you have commanded, of course, and will put you in direct contact with their leader.  We have a biographical file based on exit interviews performed on the returning crew of the Endless Golden Penetrator.  There is a full psychological analysis included and I'm sure you'll be pleased to...

 

Anroc's scowl deepened dangerously.

 

Anroc:  Do not presume to guess what will and will not please me.  So?  Where is he?  Where is this Kells?  

 

Borac gulped uncomfortably, stomachs threatening to rebel on the spot.  

 

Borac:  Mr. President, sir, the aliens...they have asked you to contact them.  To arrange the meeting.  ::Borac could feel himself sweating:: We tried to explain to them that this simply wasn't done, and that they were flying in the face of all civilized business, but they..

 

For the second time today, Borac heard the wretched sound of an Eternals laughter.  Chancing to glance up, Borac caught a flash of murderous glee in Anroc's eyes before hastily turning his face back to the floor.  

 

Anroc:  These aliens have finally realized how badly they have misjudged me and they're trying to appear strong.  ::Anroc's laughter was cold and sharp, like a winter chill that penetrated the bone and lingered long after::  Pathetic.  I shall show them the strength of Eternity.  

 

Anroc summoned an attendant with a strong beverage which he slowly consumed over the next few minutes, wordlessly studying the report on Fleet Captain Aron Kells.  Borac didn't dare move or twitch.  He was as frozen as the ephemerals who were assigned to 'biological ornamentation' duties around the villa, holding curtains and wearing next to nothing. By the time Anroc was done skimming the file, his smile had grown horrifyingly predatory.  

 

Anroc:  Yes, it amuses me to speak with someone these people consider a leader.  Contact them.  I will grace them with my presence...now.  

 

Borac tapped a few controls into a device on his wrist and the connection was made.  The familiar SalComm Logo pulsed briefly and then he was face to face with his prey.  Anroc wasted no time.  

 

Anroc:  Have you finally decided to meet with me yourself, Aron, or do you have a few more underlings to waste my time with?  

 

To the aliens credit, his shock was momentary and quickly disguised.  Anroc focused ever so slightly more, sensing at least some mettel in this being.  

 

Kells: I would be happy to, Shipmaster. My officers did come with my full support and authority, however.

 

Anroc rolled his eyes expansively and took a long sip of yet another narcotic tonic.  

 

Anroc:  For a moment I thought you were serious about meeting.  I see it's clear you don't even comprehend to whom you are speaking.  ::Anroc stood, resplendid and magnificent::  I am Pitorian Tolo’Sal’Lat’Ut’Kel’Tras Anroc.  President of the Saldanian Corporate Hegemony.  My role as Shipmaster was only a small and trifling affair compared to the enormity of my domain.  Had you not dragged the Penetrator back here in shame I doubt I ever would have thought of it again.  

 

Kells: Well, as you say.

 

Anroc:  Yes, good, get used to that.  I will tell you what is, and you will agree.  That is the backbone of our corporate structure, and it has held firm for centuries.  

 

Brodie: Responses

 

Anroc:  Oh, you do more underlings.  Perhaps this one has your authority as well?  

 

Brodie/Kells:  Response

 

Anroc: I have offered your people Eternity and you would waste my time with formalities?  You will meet with me, of that I am certain.  

 

Brodie/Kells:  Response

 

Anroc:  I see you can be sensible when properly motivated and focused.  I will be looking forward to our negotiations.  I'm certain they'll be fruitful.  

 

Brodie/Kells:  Response

 

Pitorian Anroc's smile pressed into a lethal line.  

 

Anroc:  Before we begin, I'd like to clarify something.  ::Anroc beckoned for an attendant at random.  The exquisitely beautiful Zet who kneeled in front of him a moment later couldn't have been more than a few years into her internship, and she trembled under his gaze.  Anroc felt a pleasant warmth::  Run at that wall as fast as you can.  

 

Without hesitation, the young girl took off at a full sprint towards the nearest wall, gaining more speed with each long stride until she struck the wall with a sickening crack of bone and muscle.  Leaving a long dark stain on the otherwise perfect wall the body slid to the floor, twitching only once before going still.  

 

Anroc:  That is how I define authority.  

 

Pitorian basked in their horror for a long moment before cutting the connection, searching for his drink.  The exquisite young girls body had vanished and the wall was already being cleaned by the time he found it.  

 

[Tags/End Act 2 for Anroc!]

 

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Pitorian Tolo’Sal’Lat’Ut’Kel’Tras Anroc

Owner & Guildmaster Extraordinary, 

First Eternal, 

President for Life of the Saldanian Corporate Hegemony, 

Beloved & Benevolent, 

Everlasting & Magnificent,

Supreme Conqueror of the Void,

Venerated By Children,

Arbiter of Contractual Justice,

First Contacted Among Corporations,

Supreme Managerial Authority

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[Ben Garcia]

11 minutes ago, Alieth said:

Kells: Well, as you say.

 

Anroc:  Yes, good, get used to that.  I will tell you what is, and you will agree.  That is the backbone of our corporate structure, and it has held firm for centuries.  

This is the best line! 

If there was one line to sum up the Immortals and their way of life this would be it!