Secret of a Dynasty [Rina][Invite]

It was not until six in the morning that a car would peel in from the roads and into one of the spaces at the docks. The familiar visage of a Turk would step out of the driver's seat, than another out off the passenger's side before a man in a white suit stepped out of the back seat: a massive black Tentacle Hound plodding behind him. It wasn't hard to guess the ostentatious visage of Rufus Shinra and his entourage of what many considered thugs. But these were Rufus' highly skilled and well paid thugs who would lay down their lives for the man, but only after taking out a swath of his enemies first. The Turks were always assumed to be armed and dangerous. Even Rufus was no slouch. As he adjusted his jacket the flap of the vestment would part from his body and display a sawed off shotgun rest in a waist holster with a pistol on the small of his back. The dockhannds came to attention at Rufus' presence, the man smiling as he greeting his employees with a familiar handshake and casual greetings, curious of their families.

"Sir!" The ship captain called as he saluted, standing at ease when Rufus motioned his hand. "This trip will not be met with any difficulties. A scouting ship sent ahead took care of any Sahagin menaces so we should be seeing clear waters all the way to Junon!"

Rufus smirked, reaching down to brush the side of Dark Nation's head. "Good.... I wouldn't want to have any issues like last time. We nearly lost one of the RECs." It was not a word many were familiar with, but the company had mentioned the WRO's RECreation project that was meant to restore land previously damaged by Makou poisoning, perhaps this was what he was talking about?

"Sir!" The Captain would be dismissed and Rufus would walk ahead of the Turks, boarding the ship.

The ship was inbound to Junon and would take approximately three hours to make the trip, if any unforeseen circumstances didn't arise with the local wildlife. The ship had half an hour before it shoved off, which would possibly give Rina enough time to sneak aboard if she so chose. It was hard to tell what WRO soldiers or sailors would do to a stowaway, but it was an easy guess what Shinra would do.

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Unlike the SOLDIERs of olde the WRO were not as inclined to shoot to kill, or kill on sight. They were protectors, guards and their current duty was to protect Shinra goods from the sticky fingers of third parties far too invested in the idea of selling Shinra back their own goods. The ship did not seem to have anything that could be considered a weapon, or the old technology that Shinra has conquered the world with. Though the company still had a chokehold on such innovative industries they had loosened their grip if only to appear willing to partner up and negotiate with inventors and creators that cropped up in the vacuum of power that bore a burning hole in the newly unoccupied fields.

The box Rina grabbed has some considerable weight to it. It did well to weigh her down so it was likely an adjustment. When she was caught and the alert sent out the shop quickly went into lockdown. For just ordinary cargo it seemed -- overkill. Something was on this ship that Shinra didn't want to get off without their knowledge.

Rufus was finalizing the documents with the captain. The man's steps were followed at close feel by a pair of Turks and, at his side: his black furred Tentacle Hound whose ferocity was unmatched. The chains that bound its collar rattled when it shook its body: the metal links slung loosely over its body like a harness. It's snarling jowls were eased by the touch of Rufus' fingertips along the top of its cranium.

"Excellent." Rufus had looked over the last of the papers before handing them back to the Captain.

The man saluted the executive. "On my honor ser. You're not wont to find thieves able to pinch goods from our ships!" They had enough armed guards to fight off roving bands of Sahagin with ease.

"Good." Rufus was delighted that he would be able to get out another REC soon. "Complications with their increasing numbers has inhibited maritime trade as of late." He would do something about it.

Rina came to a sliding stop but steps from Rufus' person. The man looked up, brows furrowing as Darkstar started to snarl outright. The white suited CEO turned to face the woman. She seems to have been trying to get away from trouble. The WRO guards would be able to catch up with Rina so long as she did not run further.

"No thieves, captain?" Rufus asked as the Turks maintained their position behind him, at a fair distance.

"S-sir..." How troubling for the captain. "Grab her and search her you fools!"

Rufus could do nothing but smirk. This was all quite amusing. What could this woman gain, lose, that she would risk stealing from Shinra? While they were a changed face in the dynamics of the world they still adhered to the belief that ending the opposition with bullets was no substitute.

"How interesting..." He murmured aloud, raising his hand to adjust his fingerless gloves.

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Costa del Sol was a place one could go to and always forget their troubles. Sinking into the benal monotony of sand and sun, the coast stretched out for miles and seemed never ending. You could catch a wave on a surfboard or enjoy the isolation of one of the luxurious villas built upon the water from, but that was if you had the gil to spend as many of the decadent homes were designed and built for the leisure of members of the Shinra company. The pay given to the upper echelons of the corporate superpower could afford the exorbitant prices that burned the price tags of the opulent chateaus. Though there were rentable villas that the common man could afford to rent, if he saved for a lifetime. They were far from the sunny beachfront properties in a gaggle of rent-to-own shacks that were suitable for a weekend stay at the costs some sought to wring from the wallets of the everyman. Some felt it was worth it, to be able to visit the coastal town: a man made paradise carved from nature's gifts. Some viewed it as an excess only afforded to the greediest, Machiavellians who had lied their way to the top . Whatever side you were on in such considerations it was no surprise that when Shinra collapsed many of the villas had gone up for sale in order to pay debts and feed the mouths of starving families who had lost the very jobs that promised them eternal wealth.

But the Planet was fickle and so were the structures that held up the corporate machine. Still Rufus was a man of principles and as the world changed so did he in order to maintain his status quo. The Turks were but a piece of that power: dogs trained from birth to loyalty sympathize with the good works of their company. Even now the suffering that rendered a new generation of orphaned youths only created a new pool of youths to continue the Turk program. However one viewed Rufus' intentions it did little to stop him or turn him from his belief that his company was great, after all he too was raised among the man the like-minded Turks had looked to for leadership, the flaws painfully apparent to them both. His father was to eventually meet his end and if not by the duplicitous nature of his son than by the folly of his own monstrous creations.

Rufus stood at the threshold of the villa, but steps away from his bodyguards, not that they were needed with the monstrous Tentacle Hound nipping at the executive's heels. Under the whisper of the ocean winds his white coat would flutter: revealing the hefty gun holstered at his hip. Shinra's weapon technology at its finest. If the Turks were not quick enough to hold Rina down were she to charge, well a bullet from Rufus' gun would do the job more cleanly. The two Turks stepped aside as Rufus adjusted the collar of his light jacket, the heat of the sun bearing down on him. His blonde locks were slicked back, sapphire gaze drawing out from behind pale lids as his gaze turned onto Rina, a smirk tugging at the edge of his lips.

"And you interrupted my shipment so I do believe we can be considered even Miss Croft." He turned his wrist over to look at his watch, pressing at the buttons to activate the backlight and observe the time. "I do believe that is what you're calling yourself these days, is it not?" He lowered his arms, tucking them behind the small of his back. "Do you have a moment to talk? It is rather hot out here. I wouldn't mind coming in for some iced water." Of course there was not much choice to be had in the situation. Shinra likely owned all of the property along the beach and could easily intrude on her property as their imminent domain. The Tentacle Hound, bound in heavy chains as it shook out its dark body, would let out a deep snort, its head lowered as those beady eyes fell upon the woman in question, fangs ready and tentacle swaying.

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