Vladofian Wars
Vadim found himself a spot in the corner of the room to lean himself on, allowing him a good view of the apartment style cabin they were in. "Not bad." His metallic grumbling had not left him since the day of his manufacturing, and he felt comfortably different to other Maliwan type bots for it. Natasha thought more of the small room, it being much like her small room on her home planet. "It's certainly cosy enough." As she had finished, Joel stepped out of the bathroom looking refreshed and energised. "Well, I would have thought you guys were going to look for Jekov, but since you haven't yet, why don't we start?" his attitude was slightly onn edge, like he hadn''t had a cigarette in a while and was dying from the craving. That or he really just wanted to kill something. "how do we find him?" Reshay was hoping for someone to answer him with words. Instead, Vadim printed a layout of the ship from some hidden device on his frame. "This should be sufficient for aiding us in finding Jekov." Vadim droned as if he were bored. "For optimal search results, we should go now." Joel nodded then headed for the door, Reshay followed suit, and Vadim held the door for Natasha before trailing along behind them, the spikes retracted in his wheel.
Jekov sat in his office. He knew the mercenaries were on board his ship. And now they were moving around, looking for something. 'Suspicious' Jekov thought, 'why wouldn't they await instructions in their rooms? Better call them here to make sure they don't find something that they are not meant to.' Jekov then turned on the P.A. Mercenaries: please report to door 7005, I repeat, door 7005 thank you. His deep Russian accent filled the halls with a confident blast of courteous instruction. "Well boys, 7005, we are at 7165, so maybe we should head that way." Natasha pointed past Vadim, to where the door numbers receded. "Tally ho" Joel grunted, taking point once again, this time mumbling the numbers to make sure they were always headed in the right direction.
The door to Jekov's cabin-turned-office creaked slowly open, and the head of a very nervous blond haired man, who was relieved when he saw Jekov sitting, rather sternly, in his chair behind his desk. The man strode in, and motioned for three others of varying heights and builds to follow. Once they were settled, Jekov spoke. "Okay, listen наемники" (mercenaries) "I want you, as first port of call, to land on our home planet Кремль, and wipe out Hyperion's large agriculture factories." Jekov faltered and stumbled over the larger words of his sentence, while the Russian words were glided over with disturbing speed and clarity. "Where exactly on the planet of yours would you like us to land on?" After Joel had said this, Jekov glared at the relaxed mercenary, who stiffened a bit where he stood. "It is the planet of the people." Jekov broke the stare only after he had finished speaking then relaxed himself. "I would like you to go to the former Baha farm, where T.K. an old comrade of mine grew the most succulent blade flowers." Jekov made enthusiastic gestures with his hands, before snapping himself back into reality. "Uhh, here are the details." Jekov tossed a dossier onto the desk, turning away from the group. "Co-ordinates, guards' shifts info, map, reward, it is all there for you to see." Reshay snatched the document and examined the very back of the pages. 'Good Lord.' Reshay could hardly contain himself. "It seems reasonable." The Jamaican lied. "I'm glad to hear." Jekov beamed, looking at each character, "now geddoff my ship."